Red Apocalypse (Ember Grey)
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MatureComplete Sun, Aug 6, 201730m
My name is Ember Grey, I kill paranormals and sinful souls, and I am a Hellbreaker. This story tells you about me when I was a solo Hellbreaker. I will not tell you my age, but I am a fair bit under twenty. My past may haunt you as much as it does me if you read this, but if your curiosity is stronger than your fear I guess you have nothing to be afraid of...Yet.
My weapon of choice is a katana (Samurai sword), I only ever smile if I am killing paranormals, I have flame like pattern tattoos up my arms and up to my shoulders, which I cover up with black sleeves, only revealing my shoulders, not that I'm disgusted by them...
And in this story, you get to find out who I really am...
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