danzomcninja
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 6, 2013
- Location
- Canada
I am Danzo. A warrior in ancient Greece. Your neighbor, in the small village. You were nine at the time, living with only your mother when war broke out with the persians. The village is decimated. Your mother was taken by the men, and soon you are found by two men. I, the last greek man alive in our city, have just come back from my hunting trip. These persians were stragglers, and they're still looting your house. But once they finish, one picks you up and they head out to go back to persia. They will let you grow up as their slave, and when you are old enough, you will come full circle as a sexual prisoner of war. I know this, for I have fought them before.
Right before your eyes I slay one of them with my sword. The other stabs and drops you. It is not a serious wound, just deep and painful. It is clear they did not care about you. A fight breaks out, it is close, he gets a good shot in and nearly managed to flay me with his sword, but I break his jaw and cut off his head with mine. I take you to the village women, and they heal you. We talk and get to know each other, but you're just a little girl and i have things to do. About a week later, I let everyone know I'm leaving the village. But for some reason, you follow me. I tell you to stay, but you refuse. You follow me, and inform me you were a princess. The late King's daughter. I sigh, and I vow to protect you. And for the next nine years, I do protect and serve you. We never stay anywhere long.
I am about forty now. It is close to your nineteenth birthday. This is where the roleplay starts.
Right before your eyes I slay one of them with my sword. The other stabs and drops you. It is not a serious wound, just deep and painful. It is clear they did not care about you. A fight breaks out, it is close, he gets a good shot in and nearly managed to flay me with his sword, but I break his jaw and cut off his head with mine. I take you to the village women, and they heal you. We talk and get to know each other, but you're just a little girl and i have things to do. About a week later, I let everyone know I'm leaving the village. But for some reason, you follow me. I tell you to stay, but you refuse. You follow me, and inform me you were a princess. The late King's daughter. I sigh, and I vow to protect you. And for the next nine years, I do protect and serve you. We never stay anywhere long.
I am about forty now. It is close to your nineteenth birthday. This is where the roleplay starts.