[ trylle fray . district one ] fin|cb

I've never been big on frail details - it's always blunts and swords and spears and oh man, spears. It's hard to like things if they just break in your giant strangler hands, but breaking is what I'm good at though, you get what I mean? Just one of the many things, of course, breaking and slashing and stabbing, and I'd like to see Kellan do half as what I do. He's the 'King of the Frays' but there's one thing they have in common.

They all fall, eventually.

Syrena would say that's my true talent, bragging about a game I wouldn't even win. Of course, I would say that's not a hobby, that's the fate idiot. And, of course, I do say that and she scoffs and says something like "me, the idiot?" But that's only because she doesn't believe a crown, no matter how perfectly sculpted my head is for it, won't actually find its way there; says in the arena I'd eat a poisonous spider as a joke, or the crown won't be able to fit my fat head. Too small is okay - I've always been good at breaking things anyways.

trylle brant fray:
district one
eighteen
male
odair