Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130828220157/@comment-11588669-20130914143720

The anger faded, replaced with...what is this?

It started as a low chuckle, then built up into a full out laugh. He was actually laughing at that... it's been awhile since that happened. And the cause of it?

This girl had some fire.

Maybe he could make a few friends. It wouldn't kill him...would it?

Well, a little backstory first...

"Avery, at this point? I'd attempt to kill pretty much the whole school. World would be a better place if I died doing it."

Nox takes in a breath, and turns to Marcel. "A few skeletons? Marcel, I've killed for money. Slaughtered bandits, rent through creatures, destroyed buildings, even. With civilians inside. Dragged men undeserving of their death to the pits of hell on Vale. Some tried to surrrender: I removed their heads."

He growled a bit. "You think I'm here voluntarily? That this is where I want to be? Beacon, home of the famed Hunters?" He chuckled darkly.

"I'd rather see this place burned to the ground." He flexed his hand, testing the scabs that have formed. A smile formed on his features as he looked up. It wasn't cold, or malicious. It was genuine.

"But, well." He gestured to the damage around the rest room. "After all of this?" His smile turned a bit more genuine.

"I think I can make a few exeptions. I'm definitaly not easy to deal with. I'm asinine, cruel, exceedingly prone to violence, and have some insanly high anger issues. So here's my question; Are you willing to work with me past that? Or are we going to have a repeat?"