Daekra Solli'gra
Society: "Tell us some basic things about yourself."
Society: "What would most people call you?"
Me: "I use the name 'Frost' whenever I want to lie."
Society: "How old are you, in terms of years?"
Me: "Hmm... I existed before you were ugly which may translate to twenty one years of age."
Society: "I'd hate to ask this but... are you a male or a female?"
Me: "I carry a spare dagger at all times... in my back pocket, but yes I am a male."
Society: "Please tell me you're not a human."
Me: "I'm obviously a human, how'd you think I'm so messed up?"
Society: "How's life treating you at this time?"
Me: "Better than my victims."
Society: "I'm afraid to see what the creator has conjured up..." Society: "How tall are you?"
Me: "Tall enough to hang you from a tree."
Society: "Are you fat?"
Me: "I'm not your mother, am I?"
Society: "Well, what does your body even look like?"
Me: "I guess muscular enough to attract your mother."
Society: "What do your eyes look like?"
Me: "My eyes are a unique dull silver due to rotter's acid, still I'm able to see decently."
Society: "What's with the long hair?"
Me: "Helps me to block out society."
Society: "So, how's the sun been treating you?"
Me: "I guess I'm much lighter than those Caliphate guys."
Society: "Have any kind of markings or tattoos?"
Me: "Well... I do have quite the nice dragon tattoo on my right arm."
"How healthy are you these days?"
"Eh... it's not my health you should worry about."
Society: "What... is wrong with you!?"
Me: "I'll let you figure that out when I'm torturing you."
Society: "W-What do you have in there..."
Me: "Anything with the ability to cause pain or suffering to those in my way."
Society: "Please... don't tell me more..."
Me: "Nah... I'll just /show/ you more..."
Society: "I'm not too sure if I want to know about you" Society: "I don't have to ask if your a good guy or not, do I?"
Me: "I'm no good guy, that's for sure."
Society: "Iblees could be the only one you worship."
Me: "I'm my own God, someday all of Vailor will think so too."
Society: "I hope the church could do something about you."
Me: "Don't care, I'll do anything that prevents me from being flayed."
Society: "Who are you loyal to?"
Me: "Me, myself and I."
Society: "People like you shouldn't have jobs."
Me: "I know but I'm still a bounty hunter."
Society: "What are you known as these days?"
Me: "Pass."
Society: "Have any sort of profession that doesn't include pain?"
Me: "I cut down trees to recreate the feeling of splitting a skull
then I shape it into something useful."
Society: "Any special talents?"
Me: "Playing the violin and causing mental suffering to others seems to be unique."
Society: "Tell me your weaknesses."
Me: "Women, alcohol and bad stamina don't mix very well."
Society: "A person like you, could never be unarmed..."
Society: "What's your fighting style?"
Me: "I've always wanted to dual wield, makes better use of my hands."
Society: "Trained in any kinds of weaponry?"
Me: "Axes to chop, dagger to slit, a bow in case if I'm too lazy to walk."
Society: "What is your weapon of choice?"
Me:"Emotions"
Society: "I wonder what's more sad... your life or me asking about it." Society: "I can only imagine how proud your parents must be."
Me: "Pfft... only thing I needed them for was to have me born."
Society: "I could only hope some sibling will give you proper mental guidance."
Me: "If I had any, I'd kill them to erase any emotional attachments."
Society: "Care to have children some day and further devalue the gene pool?"
Me: "Ew."
Society: "Have any pets?"
Me: "I see humans, orcs, elves, you name it... is lower than me."
Society: "I don't want to ask about your past..."
"I'll tell you soon after I dump this body."