Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24530736-20140514221319/@comment-24260323-20140516205918

"Well aside from that fact that I'm currently disguising myself as a boy, I can't really say much about myself," Ferron said, "But what I can tell you is that I've been doing a lot of freelancing before the Headmaster took me in for a more 'stable' line of work as a student-teacher. Hell, I was never a Hunter to begin with."

Noticing the time, Ferron quickly scarfed down the remainder of her breakfast, almost choking on it, before finishing with a loud belch.

"You'd be surprised how long I always wanted to do that," she chuckled. "But really, disguising your true self is pretty hard since you essentially lie to everyone, including yourself, in order to believe something is true when it really isn't."

"Oh, and one more thing...," she smiled.

She knew that in order to keep her secrets about her previous life from getting out, she had to act decisively even though she would probably regret this later. If anything, her an old friend taught her that pragmatism can be a good thing in some situations. But Ferron was a soldier first, and a nice person second. She just hoped that this was one of those situations.

Ferron quickly grabbed the knife in front of her in an ice pick grip and held it against her new body's crotch. She slowly leaned towards Argent, and quietly whispered, in an attempt to sound as intimidating as possible.

"You know, I'm pretty sure that losing your junk hurts a lot less less than losing an arm."

"If I find out you revealed my secret or do anything that damages my reputation, I can and will make sure that I won't be the only new girl around these parts," she said before raising the gleaming knife, and embedding it into the tabletop.

"Nothing personal Argent, just business", she smiled as she patted her body on the shoulder.