I wasn't always like this. Big amethyst eyes, dirty black hair, a craze obsession with meat, and with dirt so old and dried like mud that it covers me head to foot. I'm surprised people don't think I'm some lifelike mud statue.
No, I wasn't always like this. I lived a different life; I was a different person back then. Back then I wasn't driven by revenge and hatred. I wasn't always eager to learn new ways to kill the man who has killed so many. I wasn't always eager to eat raw meat.
I used to be a noble. Born from two noble parents, I was of noble blood with two older brothers and one younger sister. The aristocratic blood used to flow proudly through my veins, never once tainted by those below us. But you wouldn't have guessed that from what I look like now, sitting alone in a forest-covered in dry mud and blood all over my hands, face, and clothes. If you can call them that any more. They more resemble my dog's chew toy now, mere rags.
I used to wear fine clothes tailored to my every curve. For years,I was taught how to read and write and how to be the perfect gentleman. I never would have thought twice about a beggar on the streets; never have dreamed of sympathizing with one. But now, now I understand them and treat them with respect, respect I never would have given before.
You probably don't believe me. But it is true I was of noble blood despite my beggar look. I was, I admit, an ignorant child thinking everything was perfect, that nothing bad could happen. That my family were perfect and had done nothing against God and the Bible. I believed in God and the devil back then. I believed the world was made up of black and white.
Back then I was a snob. I looked down on everything. I had servants and I treated them horribly. I treated them worse than the dirt on the soles of my shoes. Shoes that I no longer have. I treated many people like that. I had many enemies and little friends in the city my family ruled.
We traveled to many different cities actually, and everywhere I went, no matter whom it was, no matter what city they ruled and no matter their status in society, even if it was higher than mine, I treated them worse than anyone could have imagined. I was a bratty child with no respect for others. Who would want to befriend such a snooty spoiled brat?
Because of that I sit here in a forest with no money, no food, no shoes and my clothes reduced to tatters and rags. But now, now I have friends. I am different now. I no longer have that ignorance that nobles and children have.
I no longer think that the world is black and white. No longer do I believe in the Devil or God, Good and Evil. I am now a cold-hearted bastard with little to no feelings. I used to though. Remember that as you read my story. I had emotions. I had feelings. I was arrogant and childish. But that was before.
That was before I died.