"I don´t know where I´m from. I was born somewhere in the South of Plegia, that much I still know. I know because it´s also where my schooling began. I can only remember that on this day there were flames. A lot of flames. And there was him. That man with the cold eyes. He picked me up, carried me away. I remember that I was crying. But I don´t know how. I don´t know what happened to that burning village. I only know that there was one sentence burned into my head. `You have to survive.´ And so I did. He brought me to some kind of prison. And there I lived. I was young back then. I don´t know how young. I don´t know when I was born. But I do remember what happened. ...I´d just rather... rather not talk about it... please. I am reminded of it every time I close my eyes. ...It´s the he.ll deserve for what I did."

"Then I had to do my first kill. They gave me a knife. They sent me there. It was someone who knew me. Someone who held me dear. But I couldn´t remember him. The only thing I remember even to this day is the look on his face... when I stabbed him in the back. He hugged me at this moment. And then he just looked at me. His eyes filled with confusion. With pain. I... I killed many people in the time I was there. Killed all of those who saw me. They praised me. Praised me because they thought I murdered without a second thought. That I stole lives without feeling anything. And back then, maybe I even did... but deep inside, I never forgot their faces. I still know all of them. All of the people I killed."

"But I started to think. I did what they didn´t want me to do. I started to build my own opinion. So they sent me out again to kill two people. I only understood why when I arrived. They were children. As young as I was when I had my first kill. I just couldn´t do it. I... couldn´t possibly hurt someone so innocent. Af.ter all I knew how someone can turn out if they are... if they´re not allowed to have a childhood. I returned. Naturally, I was punished and sent back out to redeem myself from my failure. So af.ter I was gone I raised my knife. That faithful weapon that took so many lives already. I just wanted to end it back then.
That was when I met him."

(*builds up tension only to let people wait forever and ever*
Nah jk I just feel like taking a break and we´ll see if I´m still motivated to write af.ter that.)

Such pretty writing ;A;

R'isa's story's not as severe as his but he's had a majority of the listed things

Re-
I have no idea XD One o' my characters'd be swell
Uh
Surprise me? X3
The question goes to you as well c:

OH MY GOD ;_;