Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8182065-20150518023015/@comment-25119920-20150608150259

"When I was younger, I could be considered to be a vigilante," Hitori thought back to his younger years, "My mentors and I traveled around Remnant for about eight years, always helping those who were in need. This was before I headed out to Beacon. I was never really saddened by the constant travel, just thought of it as a giant adventure."

The memories flooded to him. His first long stroll through the forest, looking the lovely wildlife and plantlife, while trying to avoid any hostile Grimm. It was there, in the giant shroaded trees, he grew accustomed to his throwing knives. Killing Grimm with a silent knife through the head, causing a large amount of hysteria in the pack, made him laugh in his head. He couldn't help taking out one of his knives and lightly petting it.

"Any of you guys travel to another distant place or have a favorite environment?" he calmly asked, wanting to change the subject, cause he looked like a knife maniac, "Mine would be the forest."