Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140426211001/@comment-17970636-20140518170256

Sven looked at Aurea and then the rest.

"You really want to know? What the heck is wrong with me that I'd use a move to paralyze you from farther hurting yourself? Because I've been down that path. Rushing in to do things which weren't required of me and here's the result."

Sven took off his jacket and then his shirt. And displayed his back, and then his chest.

Scars, burns, cauterizations, stitches, every which thing played across a body which had obviously met more than it's fair share of damage.

"I'm supposed to be dead for my idiocy. Only a fluke I'm not. Which is why I don't want you guys to end up dead. It'd just bring back bad memories of the past, plus, I'd feel personally responsible. I told you, strategizing and being a tactician comes from first-hand experience. Here it is. The best and worst first hand experience that one could recieve, and I wouldn't wish it on any of you."