Thinking the people were an illusion I kept walking till I reached our camp. I turned over our cooking turkey and then started to take down my one-person tent.
Name: dan hardcastle
Personality: smart funny qwerky cheeky rebellious outrageouse good pure
Bio:dan used to work as a deck boy for a bout crew when they crashed he found out that only he survived he swam back to shore and fled town
Weapon: onix short sword
Pet Peeves: ANYONE WHO DARES TO OPPOSE HIM
Almost dieing event: got stabbed through the heart by his evil brother
"Jeremy was severely depressed when I got shot. He tried to commit suicide and when I tried to convince him not to he turned the gun around and pulled the trigger. Unfortunately I was on the other end." I say with sadness and a sigh. "Now whats up with this whole gang thing?" I ask him, my curiosity sparked.