Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150617062104

In a somewhat rare case of "putting his cards on the table", Azulius scowled at the man, killing intent be damned. From his Mob childhood and phantoms and mobsters and everything else that had occurred at Beacon, the magician was getting rather numb to the idea that people wanted to kill him. He didn't like the idea of talking about his past, especially not to this man, but he seemed somehow trustworthy, and he did have a picture of Sienna in his contacts.

"Fine then," Azzie began, double checking that Hitori was still lost in his music. "You've got all the dots in your head, I guess there's no shame in connecting them for you.  Yeah, I'm part of the Cardamoms.  But my ties to the family are by blood, not by ink.  Sienna Cardamom is my father.  He's got a rap sheet as long as I am tall, like most everyone in my family, but you know what?  I couldn't have asked for a better father, or a better childhood, if you brought me an honest-to-Grimm wishing star or a genie's lamp.  Besides, if you really knew my family, you would know how much things have truly changed since the old days when Jasper Cardamom ruled the roost."

The next words came out quieter, almost reassuringly, though it was hard to tell whom exactly Azulius was reassuring. "A wise old dead guy once said that you must learn to separate what a man does from who a man is.  I grew up with some of the finest examples of that on Remnant."