Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26958589-20160917011945/@comment-26191607-20160917165007

Scythe shrugs, an action hidden mostly by his cloak.

"I don't really have one. I was adopted." The assassin says. '''"So I have nothing to inherit in terms of a story." '''A snap alerts him and Scythe snaps his rifle up and aims down the scope. Seeing nothing, he lowers his rifle, but rests his hand on his knife. "How about you?"