This is basically One-shots in which every chapter is a new character, with a different backstory. This book is simply for you all to know how much effort I put towards my character's backstory.
Note - These 'characters' are for my Rps. Please do n...
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AN:Hey! I'm doing a new book I guess. This was a book with a theme that someone suggested to me. Some one suggested for me to do a story or chapter for my Role play character Sylvester. I can do more if you all wish! I may do one for Anise, or perhaps Sullivan. Like, their views and such. Or I can do plain out new characters! Vote, and comment on what you think! Good or back! I don't care! ^~^ After all, I rather have the truth then hollow lies! Anyway, I hope for y'all to enjoy apart of Sylvester's backstory as I hoped to make the scenery somewhat interesting, yet not the star of the whole one-shot. If you wish for me to do another backstory for one of my characters, you can do one of two things. One, PM me! It's as simple as that. Or perhaps comment on what you think!
But without further adieu,
Enjoy!
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"Now Sir. How was the experience to you?" A voice questioned. It belonged to a man. A man dressed in a grey and sky blue.
How, odd.
He sat behind a desk, a wad of papers being held within his hand.
The brute on the opposite side merely grunted in reply, jerking his head slowly to the side to face the large window to his right.
He didn't want to answer that.
But, even he knew that he must.
"Why is that important, Officer Grant?" The brute questioned, his voice nothing more than a low growl over the uproar of traffic just outside the opened window.
Officer Grant just gave off a sigh, getting to his feet at once. He rounded his desk, keeping one hand at all times upon the smooth, wooden surface.
The brute did meet his gaze.
"Look, Sylvester," The officer huffed, taking a seat upon the corner of his desk, turning just slightly to meet the dark gaze of the brute in which he spoke to. "In order to help you, we must know how you feel." Grant finished, a look of worry clear on his darkened face.
The brute, by the name of Sylvester, studied the male before him with narrowed eyes.
He didn't want to speak to anybody.
He just wished to be alone.
"Why must you care about me?" Sylvester questioned, a large scowl carving it's way onto Sylvester's semi-pale face.
"Because, I must." The officer said simply, a smile soon lining his face.
The officer surely was joking.
But the thing is, Sylvester wasn't.
Sylvester inhaled deeply in irritation as he shifted around, linking his fingers together as he looked at the officer before him.
