Jugger82
Singularity
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2010
- Location
- Blue Moon of Georgia
Nathan (My avatar) has an inn that his father owned. He currently resides in Japan, running the inn as his father is out in a war with the neighboring country. All the while, Nathan has been left behind to run things on his own, against his will. He wanted to go to war, not to sit and play babysitter with random people. He needed a break. A break that included him training...but it was obvious as to why the military chose his father over him. Nathan had little backbone and he also did not seem to have the right attitude; always being sarcastic in a serious time. Though, he did this often to try and lighten the mood.
He sighs. The night was young and empty with people, minus one or two stragglers who were there with purchased entertainment from down the road. He sighs, seeing the women as they entertain the men for the night before going to their bedrooms. He wished he could leave this boring home and just go off to war or just fight. He wanted to learn...But his skills as a spearman were getting dull as his trusty home-made spear rotted due to misuse. He looked at his little owl friend as it hopped around on one leg, bored as much as he was...and it eventually flew out the door and landed on the top of the sign that spoke of the inn's name. The "Soul Creation Inn". Ironic, as the acts that were done here in this inn corrupted souls rather than rested them as if they were anew, which was his father's intentions on the name.
He sighs. The night was young and empty with people, minus one or two stragglers who were there with purchased entertainment from down the road. He sighs, seeing the women as they entertain the men for the night before going to their bedrooms. He wished he could leave this boring home and just go off to war or just fight. He wanted to learn...But his skills as a spearman were getting dull as his trusty home-made spear rotted due to misuse. He looked at his little owl friend as it hopped around on one leg, bored as much as he was...and it eventually flew out the door and landed on the top of the sign that spoke of the inn's name. The "Soul Creation Inn". Ironic, as the acts that were done here in this inn corrupted souls rather than rested them as if they were anew, which was his father's intentions on the name.