Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26383377-20180114195821/@comment-26383377-20180121074712

"When I was younger, my father was a centurion in the Legion. He gave me a dog to train, in order to learn responisibility." Hyzer dropped his rag to the side and leaned on the armor. "I called him Brutus, and I loved him to death. I raised him, fed him, trained him ever since he was a puppy. He grew up with me, he was my childhood friend..."

"When I was thirteen, my father started to test me, he made me undergo trials. Each one more gruelling than the other. But the worst of all was..." Hyzer paused to gain his bearings once more. He took a long breath.

"Brutus disappeared one day. I didn't see him for two weeks, I was worried, so worried. But then my fatehr told me that it was time for my final test. He put me in the arena with a machete in hand. And then he... He let Brutus loose on me." Hyzer was tearing up, but his voice didn't waver.

"He starved the poor thing for two weeks, and then pumped him full of psycho, before tossing him into the arena with me... I-I had to-..." he couldn't continue, he just turned away.