They tell me I should try writing. Something about it might help me remember. I doubt this, but I suppose I could give it a try anyway. I mean, what do I have to lose? Nothing anymore. My time isn't valuable, my life has lost meaning... Oh, stop me if I begin sounding overly emo, because I heard hints of whining in my tone. Never a good sign. Anyway, I suppose I should begin where it all started. My childhood, or some such nonsense. I don't remember much about it. To be honest, the whole time period before I got turned into the sexy creature I am today is kind of... well, fuzzy.
My mother was a mechanic for airships and my father was a soldier. Actually, I lived in Barton, so he might have been a part of the Barton Guard. No, he didn't wear armor, I think. Then again, it's highly possible they didn't wear armor back then. My mother smiled a lot. We weren't exactly wealthy and she spent most of her time working once I was old enough to feed myself during the day. However, I do recall her always grinning at me. She was a good woman, I believe. My father though.... I don't recall much. He yelled, I think. Something about wanting me to follow in his footsteps. That's laughable, isn't it? Me, a soldier or guard or whatever. I could never fight for a cause. Maybe money at this point.
I use to do some bounty work after my change but I didn't have to kill anyone. Actually, I tended to just seduce my victims and then chain them up. Er... I targeted mostly women. A few men, but most didn't fall for it. That's another story, though. I think I'm still on my childhood. So, I got older. Had a fascination for flying. I'm pretty sure I got that from my mother. It's possible I'm wrong. But she worked on airships, so she must have enjoyed flying a little bit. Right?
Gods, all this is doing is frustrating me. I don't recall anything about my stupid childhood. I don't understand how something I barely remember can shape my personality now. I mean, flying, sure. I still like that, but what else? I'm not the same guy as I was back then.
My mother was a mechanic for airships and my father was a soldier. Actually, I lived in Barton, so he might have been a part of the Barton Guard. No, he didn't wear armor, I think. Then again, it's highly possible they didn't wear armor back then. My mother smiled a lot. We weren't exactly wealthy and she spent most of her time working once I was old enough to feed myself during the day. However, I do recall her always grinning at me. She was a good woman, I believe. My father though.... I don't recall much. He yelled, I think. Something about wanting me to follow in his footsteps. That's laughable, isn't it? Me, a soldier or guard or whatever. I could never fight for a cause. Maybe money at this point.
I use to do some bounty work after my change but I didn't have to kill anyone. Actually, I tended to just seduce my victims and then chain them up. Er... I targeted mostly women. A few men, but most didn't fall for it. That's another story, though. I think I'm still on my childhood. So, I got older. Had a fascination for flying. I'm pretty sure I got that from my mother. It's possible I'm wrong. But she worked on airships, so she must have enjoyed flying a little bit. Right?
Gods, all this is doing is frustrating me. I don't recall anything about my stupid childhood. I don't understand how something I barely remember can shape my personality now. I mean, flying, sure. I still like that, but what else? I'm not the same guy as I was back then.