Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20130816194442/@comment-9087084-20130901070149

Logan cocked an eyebrow. "Sisters? There's more of you?"

Marianne gritted her teeth. "A jerk," she spat. Standing before them was a man in his early twenties. He wore a brown longcoat and black pants. A crimson eye-patch covered his right eye. Around his neck was a necklace with a black cross at the end. Behind him were two sheathed swords in the position of a cross. Finally, he had a smoking cigar in the corner of his mouth.

The man grinned at Marianne. "That's no way to greet a friend, is it?"