by Maultest » Jun 2nd, 2013, 8:41 pm
Burroughs wrote:Killer Croc for me!
It's been updated! Let the RP commence!
My home was always quiet, even more so after my Parents unfortunate death. The one I had arranged. They were often nothing but cruel senseless animals, unworthy of squawking on this earth. They beat me and told me at times meaningless phrases. " A Friend is a Soul who dwells in two bodies " While Truth in a sense, Bruce's and I soul where never one. He caused me much pain. I should say his father to be honest, He's the one who saved my mother from the Death, The one that took my Father. But she still lived, and treated me like a servant boy at times. I hated her with such a passion, I longed to sever her head off, even when I was just a mere 10 years old... I finally did away with the old bag. But I was forced to deal with her for 10 years. 10 long years of playing the 'perfect' son. I hated it. It made me sick to my core, Pretending what I'm not. Then again, If it was Thomas who did this to me, then why go after Bruce ? It was my friendship with that drove Thomas Elliot to work even harder to save my parents lives, I was his only friend after. But Thomas is dead... and Now only Bruce remains. After my Work in Arkham City, Collecting things for my new face, to enact my true plan of revenge was coming to a close. My wounds have almost fully healed at this point, Things are starting to change in Gotham, and some of which towards my advantage...
I glanced toward the Board in front me. Bruce's smiling picture hung in front of it. Several knife had been thrown at it repeatedly, guessing by the small holes on it. I glanced at the other pictures near it. All the boys he had brought him, and his father. Not his Blood one i should say, but more like his surrogate one. It's not like he had any other. Should I go after him ? Alfred was kind to me at times, But then again that was his job. Maybe he didn't care after all. I made a tight fist. I glared toward the ceiling and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. I saw my Parents, their faces the way they were on the day of the accident. and for the first time in a long while... I smiled.
-- Jun 2nd, 2013, 3:41 pm --
twofacesleftside wrote:Can I be Quinn?
yes, I'll update it
[quote="Burroughs"]Killer Croc for me! :croc:[/quote]
[spoiler]It's been updated! Let the RP commence![/spoiler]
My home was always quiet, even more so after my Parents unfortunate death. The one I had arranged. They were often nothing but cruel senseless animals, unworthy of squawking on this earth. They beat me and told me at times meaningless phrases. " A Friend is a Soul who dwells in two bodies " While Truth in a sense, Bruce's and I soul where never one. He caused me much pain. I should say his father to be honest, He's the one who saved my mother from the Death, The one that took my Father. But she still lived, and treated me like a servant boy at times. I hated her with such a passion, I longed to sever her head off, even when I was just a mere 10 years old... I finally did away with the old bag. But I was forced to deal with her for 10 years. 10 long years of playing the 'perfect' son. I hated it. It made me sick to my core, Pretending what I'm not. Then again, If it was Thomas who did this to me, then why go after Bruce ? It was my friendship with that drove Thomas Elliot to work even harder to save my parents lives, I was his only friend after. But Thomas is dead... and Now only Bruce remains. After my Work in Arkham City, Collecting things for my new face, to enact my true plan of revenge was coming to a close. My wounds have almost fully healed at this point, Things are starting to change in Gotham, and some of which towards my advantage...
I glanced toward the Board in front me. Bruce's smiling picture hung in front of it. Several knife had been thrown at it repeatedly, guessing by the small holes on it. I glanced at the other pictures near it. All the boys he had brought him, and his father. Not his Blood one i should say, but more like his surrogate one. It's not like he had any other. Should I go after him ? Alfred was kind to me at times, But then again that was his job. Maybe he didn't care after all. I made a tight fist. I glared toward the ceiling and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. I saw my Parents, their faces the way they were on the day of the accident. and for the first time in a long while... I smiled.
-- Jun 2nd, 2013, 3:41 pm --
[quote="twofacesleftside"]Can I be Quinn?[/quote]
yes, I'll update it
