Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20141028195711/@comment-11588669-20141109182400

Nox snorted at the mention of going to Beacon. It really wasn't his own choice. He'd made his own case, at this point. There was only one thing to add...

"Do you actually know who I am?" It wasn't an arrogant statement, but an honestly curious one. He reached down into the pocket of his jacket and slid out a mask. Completely smooth, unmarred metal with two trapaziodal eye slits. It was an infamous mask, really. There were quite a few wanted posters with it on there.

It was the mask of the Winter Wolf.