Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130525015541/@comment-7838080-20130604022131

Nathan gave the girl his most gentle expression he could, ignoring the man in green. The poor girl was terrified, and for reasons that he understood all too well. He'd tell her. It was possibly the only way for him to really get through to her. ''Worth a shot. ''

He smile. "My name's Nathan Corbeau." I went to try and treat the wound as fast as I could, not being a medic. "I just want to talk to you. I just want to say something to you that I just didn't say before."

He closed his eyes, he throat tightning a bit as he spoke these next words, "I understand what it's like to be hated for having a gift. I know what it's like to have something mark you out as 'different.'" He then rolled up his left arm, revealing the mark that had been placed on him by his village. ''It's the mark of hatred...and I've bore that mark of hatred since I was 13. ''He finally said, "And I know what it's like to hide your gift in the shadows."