Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24225987-20131119032507/@comment-17970636-20131202174118

(Keeping the name as Sven until further notice :P)

Sven took the fez and took out a slip of paper. He snapped his pen open and thought about what he could write. Sven slowly closed his eyes/

''I don't want to be a complete giveaway that it's me.... Hmm... maybe music? No that's too....''

Sven's memories as a childhood came flooding back. The times of laughter with his best friend, Kira, and then turning to rage as his best friend stabbed him in the eye.

As a predicament to this, his scar began to glow faintly, but he could see the light through his closed eyelids. He forced himself to keep them shut and ignore the light.

the image moved on to his rehabilitation, then his move to Sanctum. The endless taunts, the bullying, the fights. When he had finally established himself within the school and went on to the Mistral Regional Champtionship to prove himself. He lost in the second round.

Sven's hands slowly clenched into fists and he forced himself to unclench them to keep both the fez and the paper from crumpling.

His entire purpose at Beacon, he realized, was to get back at those who had wronged him in the past. To show them that he was the superior, the best of them all.

But he couldn't even fully utilize his aura....

As another response to his mood, Sven's aura ring, which trapped in a bit of his aura, also gloawed faintly along with his scar, but he was unable to sense or see them.

Sven wrote down on the piece of paper, "An eye for an eye."

He put his paper in the fez and passed it on to Revan Macleod. His scar glowing brighter and his eyes showing the faintest bit of red.