No footsteps could be heard. No sounds, other then the faint jingle of chains hitting together, or dragging along the rough ground. Upon approaching the coming light, the first thing that one would see is the milky white glow outlined in his eyes. Soon, as he stepped closer, tattered and torn pants hanging overtop of bare feet that had tribal marks etched into the skin. As more light shone upon the figure, chains could be seen shackled around his wrists, though not connected, seperate, as they drug across the ground. Each was the length of at least three foot and almost as thick as his wrists. A thin white shirt, sleeveless, and also dirty, dried blood splattered across, and also in tatters, barely holding together it seemed. As more light shone upon him, one could see that the tribal patterns did not stop at just his feet, but was also across his arms, across his shoulders, and then up onto the sides of his face and across his bald head. And there he stood, at the entrance of this new world. Dirty, bloodied, but confident. The chains snaked their way up around his arms in a life of their own, and he took his first step into a new life.
My name is Ravial. Few will know who I am, as I only expect one other to know whom I am on here. I am known by many of a name as on RPGFO, among other sites, though that won't be revealed for now. I prefer Traditional Fantasy, but don't mind stepping into the boundaries of Modern or Sci-fi. As far as experience goes, I have been doing this for over five years. Any other questions, just ask.
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