Nathanael Cyrus Rovyk sat against a tree in the forest. Normally, he would be at a bar, laughing, nursing a drink, and hitting on pretty Elven women. But not today. Today, he had no money left. He had nothing. Even the clothes on his back were loaned to him. His only possession left was a small, ugly knife which he'd found. He curled up into ball, trying to sleep, but it was no use. The memories, they haunted him. Of everything he'd done in his life. Of his whole life. His father, gone. That wretched shipwreck. It made him want to throw up. Gavin's Death. Cut down before his eyes. His Knight's kidnapping. Lachlan's death. The new king. Running away. Fear. Sorrow. Fury. All of it, before him. He could not face it. He couldn't. All his life, he'd run away. But there was nothing to run from. His mind focused on a memory of a face. The only woman he'd ever truly loved. Then another face. The one he despised. The one responsible for everything wrong in his life. His resolve hardened and he clutched his dagger tighter in his hand. "I'll see you soon... in hell." With that, he plunged the blade into his neck, sending a spray of blood up into the air. He slumped down onto the tree, lifeless.
((I was getting bored with this guy, so I decided to PK. Hope you like the thread. New Marsh is coming soon, also, so don't worry.))