Blane Nightfall
Character
"...And so he stood holding her tight, he stood and looked and cried, what love has made, the hatred has destroyed. From all the pain and suffering he could remember the memories, the moments when there was time, yet he could not see it, when he had love and all he wanted... was to feel it. And so he stood up, weapon in hand, with iron will and monstrous look, the knight attacked and killed with tears in his eyes, for there was no pain greater than his."
Blane hit the wall of the ship with the back side of his head and closed his eyes while he closed the journal. He still missed her, He wanted to cry but he wouldn't... He couldn't... In his mind a rebel does not cry, rebels protect the weak and are not allowed to become weak. Not after a long time the ship arived on Balmorra. Blane was surely not happy, there were no jokes during the journey, there weren't any nicknames he used to give, he just... was there. Dreaming at something he lost, as his hopes seemed shattered, He would still hold the journal in his hand tightly still on the floor and still with his eyes closed smiling sometimes as a sweet voice would be whispering to him... a voice he imagined, a voice he could never forget.
If someone would ask him why he joined the rebellion, he would say "To protect the weak, to change the world" If they would ask him why he wants this... That answer he couldn't give... he rarely talks about his past and when he does, he never talks more than he should. He didn't came to suffer though.. but to make everything right, there were rumors about something dark happening in Nightfall estate, Blane did not know anybody else to live there anymore, but he felt there would be more to this.
Blane hit the wall of the ship with the back side of his head and closed his eyes while he closed the journal. He still missed her, He wanted to cry but he wouldn't... He couldn't... In his mind a rebel does not cry, rebels protect the weak and are not allowed to become weak. Not after a long time the ship arived on Balmorra. Blane was surely not happy, there were no jokes during the journey, there weren't any nicknames he used to give, he just... was there. Dreaming at something he lost, as his hopes seemed shattered, He would still hold the journal in his hand tightly still on the floor and still with his eyes closed smiling sometimes as a sweet voice would be whispering to him... a voice he imagined, a voice he could never forget.
If someone would ask him why he joined the rebellion, he would say "To protect the weak, to change the world" If they would ask him why he wants this... That answer he couldn't give... he rarely talks about his past and when he does, he never talks more than he should. He didn't came to suffer though.. but to make everything right, there were rumors about something dark happening in Nightfall estate, Blane did not know anybody else to live there anymore, but he felt there would be more to this.