Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24652012-20160225200619/@comment-24652012-20160311223525

The Prisoners: "I am one of the few mercenaries who rather then joining services, was born into it. Though most bounty hunters are to busy to do so, my father was a black fang member. One cannot raise a child to do anything other then what they know, so, I was raised to follow in my foot steps. Weather or not my father loved me I cannot interpret, on the one hand he always said *suddenly the scene cut scenes to a grizzly old man with a cybernetic eye patch a wrinkled face from years of cigars and a grim voice* "Your soft weak and your a disappointment, will you ever learn to do it right?" But on the other hand their where pleanty of gutters and suers and gettos and allyways and slavers and dumpsters he could have left me with. And always gave me a second chance. I havn't seen him since new eden, he lead the unit that killed your family, he told me to prove my worth by pulling the trigger. I don't know weather or not he is dead or just went somewhere else, its likely he just got transferred to a more elite unit. Doesn't matter now, I broke rule number uno, never get captured alive. He would not so much as look at me now. I am with out family. I told you all I think I know, why do you still keep me around?"