well, first story, this is the prologue so the real action will happen in chapter 1! will post at a grand total of 2 reviews! i look at all criticism and appriciate it! have fun!
prologue-
i had lived in the alleys for years, always being able to supply for myself, and always elusive. nobody ever found me. other than kishins and witches. i was alone. no friends, no family, and worst of all, no weapon. I have worn the same thing since i was around 12, back then my clothes were too big. But now that im 18, they fit perfectly. i take my clothes off about once a week to wash it, when i did that i always had backup clothes to wear. I always have and always will wear my tattered and bloodstained jacket, my red and white striped tank with death citys symbol on it. bloddy skinny jeans with poorly patched holes, and my grey converse. I always wear my hood up, due to my scarred face. i have straight black hair that goes down to me shoulders and scarlet eyes.
over the years, i realized that i needed a companion. someone i can always rely on. I lived in Death City. so i decided to go to the DWMA. Expand my knowledge a bit. but my main goal was to find a weapon.
