Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20130926011407

Sven's Body: Now

Sven swaggered up to the stadium. Not clumsy at all like his drunk self was a few minutes earlier. He jumped over the ropes and faced his opponent. A tall man with two broadswords on his back and think lean muscles on his body. Sven gave a small smirk, his eyes covered by his hair.

Sven's Mind: Now

Sven got up and looked around. He was in a desert, completely covered in sand. He saw a hooded figure off in the distance and he sqinted his eyes to see better.

"''Sven Searfeld..." ''The hooded figure spoke in a voice similar to Sven's, and he rubbed his head. Wondering what kind of fucked up dream this was.

"''You seem to not understand who I am...." ''The hooded voice intoned again.

The figure swept off his hood and Sven gave a gasp.

It was his face, exactly the same, except with a few noticable differences. One, his scar was missing, secondly, his mouth was turned up in a sneer, and his eyes, generally blue, were blood red. He watched as thoes eyes flashed.

"I am you, and you are me....."

Sven's Body: Now

Sven gave a sharp uppercut, cutting through his opponents defences and sttacked him head on. His tonfa were out and heavily spiked with the safety's already snapped off. He was ginning a sadistic, evil grin and laughed evilly everytime he drew blood.

"HAHAHAHAHA! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Sven crooned as he cut his opponent's chest with a sharp jab.

"I'm free. I am free! FREEDOM!" "Sven" said as hedelt heavier blows and wrapped his chains around his unfortunate opponent's neck.

"I will sever your fucking head off given first chance. Or in fact, in 10 seconds. Say your prayers." He grinned and his hair swept up a bit in the wind.

His eyes had turned blood red.