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The Butterfly
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My name is... Elliot Ward
And I am... Master Welder and sometimes blacksmith.
What's been keeping you awake? I got these horrible nightmares that I can't seem to shake. Nothing I do has proven to work at relieving them. I've tried working out, drinking, hell, even smoking a little pot. Okay, a lot of pot. But I still get them. Staying awake is the only sure thing.
What just happened to you? About two weeks ago I hit a girl running on the side of the road. I was coming home after a long day. Must've been more tired than I thought, 'cause before I even know happened, I was a murderer. I've never been in trouble before, I was scared, so I ran. I Ran home, like anyone would. I managed to get away clean, but damn my soul for what I've done.
What's on the surface? I'm known as a hard worker and extremely dependable. I'm quick to smile and always willing to make conversation. I'm well respected, and a stand up individual within my community. Though I'm a welder, I'm a clean cut and well dressed outside of work, often preferring slacks and a button up shirt. While working he allows himself to simply gather dirt until he can clean himself up again.
What lies beneath? Strong willed and quiet. Tries to always do the right thing, though has never been forced through any trauma leading to a more sheltered attitude.
What's your path? I don't want to stay here, but I don't want to go back. Maybe I can find a way to fix things. Maybe...
Talents.
Exhaustion: Always been a bit larger and stronger than most. Though I've never been in a fight it's served me well the rare times I need to intimidate.
Madness: Being a welder has made me used to heat and the bite of sparks. So much so that it's as if you could say they are very much a part of me. My body is so used to heat that I seem to give off my own, like a piece of freshly welded metal. I can give off anything from a gentle warmth to searing, unbearable heat. Additionally, after having breathed in so many sparks over the years, and it seems as they they were only waiting for a moment to come back out. They shine brighter and much, much hotter than usual and are easily able to blind and confuse as well as sting and burn.
Scars.
Guilt. That damned guilt. It eats away at me inside and makes me question myself and eats away at my will power.
And I am... Master Welder and sometimes blacksmith.
What's been keeping you awake? I got these horrible nightmares that I can't seem to shake. Nothing I do has proven to work at relieving them. I've tried working out, drinking, hell, even smoking a little pot. Okay, a lot of pot. But I still get them. Staying awake is the only sure thing.
What just happened to you? About two weeks ago I hit a girl running on the side of the road. I was coming home after a long day. Must've been more tired than I thought, 'cause before I even know happened, I was a murderer. I've never been in trouble before, I was scared, so I ran. I Ran home, like anyone would. I managed to get away clean, but damn my soul for what I've done.
What's on the surface? I'm known as a hard worker and extremely dependable. I'm quick to smile and always willing to make conversation. I'm well respected, and a stand up individual within my community. Though I'm a welder, I'm a clean cut and well dressed outside of work, often preferring slacks and a button up shirt. While working he allows himself to simply gather dirt until he can clean himself up again.
What lies beneath? Strong willed and quiet. Tries to always do the right thing, though has never been forced through any trauma leading to a more sheltered attitude.
What's your path? I don't want to stay here, but I don't want to go back. Maybe I can find a way to fix things. Maybe...
Talents.
Exhaustion: Always been a bit larger and stronger than most. Though I've never been in a fight it's served me well the rare times I need to intimidate.
Madness: Being a welder has made me used to heat and the bite of sparks. So much so that it's as if you could say they are very much a part of me. My body is so used to heat that I seem to give off my own, like a piece of freshly welded metal. I can give off anything from a gentle warmth to searing, unbearable heat. Additionally, after having breathed in so many sparks over the years, and it seems as they they were only waiting for a moment to come back out. They shine brighter and much, much hotter than usual and are easily able to blind and confuse as well as sting and burn.
Scars.
Guilt. That damned guilt. It eats away at me inside and makes me question myself and eats away at my will power.
