Susan Evensong Fri Apr 10, 2015 4:23 pm
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My god, you ask a lot of questions don't you?
For most of my life my goal has been simply to survive. There were times when I wondered what the point of it all was. Why was I continuing to struggle and suffer just for the chance to struggle and suffer the same way tomorrow? Yet, I had my mum and my little brother to look out for, and just because I didn't know why I existed, didn't mean that they didn't need my help. I lived for them, ya know? Recently, very recently, I have been thinking that maybe I could help improve the lives of people like me. Give them an occupational option other than bandit, an idea that wouldn't have occurred to me without your friend's help.
Interesting fights, eh? I've been in a lot of those, crushed a lot of skulls. I was once ludicrously drunk at a party, got into a staring contest with this decrepit looking old man, thought for sure I'd win. Two hours later my eyes felt like they were coated in sand and he didn't look the slightest bit uncomfortable. Come to find out that he was blind and had two glass eyes. I felt quite the fool!
Favorite color would be red like the blood of my enemies, or pale lavender, it is soothing.
My life hasn't been filled with much romance. In my youth there was the lovely Hilda. She could carry a cow under each arm and best most any man in a fight. We had a few dalliances, but a girl like her could have any man and quickly found a more exciting prospect. I appreciated her attention, however brief, after all, I love a sturdy woman."
Skull Crusher grins and raises an eyebrow.
"Why do ya wanna know?"
