Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43432691-20191216212511/@comment-44344165-20191224050509

He sat his legs out infront of him. “Well it started with my sister being born. She was a Pyrokinetic my dad discovered after she almost killed me accidentally. I was out shopping one day with my sister, my mom had told us too. And...” his throat grew dry, and tears started pouring down his face. “We came back to her lifeless body on the ground. Our father was inside drinking something that probably had alcohol in it. My sister and I stayed there for a couple years and he was... abusive to say the least.” He winced reaching to his back and tracing the scar. “He never shattered so we ran away. We had a decent life going together. Soon I manifested as a froster, then disaster struck... my sister got sick but she was doing better. We were sitting together finishing some food when she had the idea to give me this.” He tapped the tattoo. “Fast forwards a couple w