The violent entrance and dark, amused laughter are hardly typical of Haine, save the occasional moments in battle.  The boy that enters the streets of town resembles Haine in appearance only.  The wicked smile and occasional dark laugh are someone else entirely.  He's shirtless, but hardly seems to notice the cold.  His pale skin is smeared and ( Read more... )

[Haine has taken matters into his own hands.  When he found nowhere around that did in fact do piercings or tattoos, he figured any small, sharp object would do.  To be fair, the wings do look pretty badass with the hoops and cuffs and a thin silver chain he found to fill the piercings with.  Most of all, he just wanted to stick the bastards that ( Read more... )