Eye of the Violent Storm
I've met a couple of people around here recently. The people don't seem quite as deathly as first thought, I guess that's my paranoia kicking in, eh? I just hope this isn't some sort of ruse. I'm still not anywhere close to remembering as much as I'd like to. I lust for battle, that I know, and that I'm not very accustomed to... social conduct. But what else is there that's missing?
For the most part, I'm drawing a complete blank on my background. I know it sounds cliched, but there doesn't seem to be anything that I can particularly remember about myself. I've decided to analyze the clothing I have on me, perhaps then I could get a better idea on who I am and where I'm from.
There's a Skull Barrette which holds my ponytail up and there's two silver hair accessories that keep my bangs at the side. I have a rather odd multi-colored shoulder cloth thing which covers part of my long knuckle gloves. Of course, my weapons are strapped firmly on my fingers. I have a protective leather tanktop of some sort and a pair of assymetrical green boots. The right doesn't have a back for the first section of the boot while the second is much shorter but has a bag for various necessities tied on my upper leg. It appears to be all. The protective outfit infers a need for protection, which might explain why I feel so connected to my knuckle gloves...
If what some of the others have said is true, memories seem to come randomly. Hopefully I'll be able to get some clues as to who I am and what I'm doing here...
For the most part, I'm drawing a complete blank on my background. I know it sounds cliched, but there doesn't seem to be anything that I can particularly remember about myself. I've decided to analyze the clothing I have on me, perhaps then I could get a better idea on who I am and where I'm from.
There's a Skull Barrette which holds my ponytail up and there's two silver hair accessories that keep my bangs at the side. I have a rather odd multi-colored shoulder cloth thing which covers part of my long knuckle gloves. Of course, my weapons are strapped firmly on my fingers. I have a protective leather tanktop of some sort and a pair of assymetrical green boots. The right doesn't have a back for the first section of the boot while the second is much shorter but has a bag for various necessities tied on my upper leg. It appears to be all. The protective outfit infers a need for protection, which might explain why I feel so connected to my knuckle gloves...
If what some of the others have said is true, memories seem to come randomly. Hopefully I'll be able to get some clues as to who I am and what I'm doing here...