[b]There was a man in his early twenties, wearing slave rags. The man had a scar across his left cheek, had blue eyes, and brown hair. He looked at him, expectantly.[/b]
[b]The slave followed him, but it didn't look like the slave really wanted to go.[/b]
[spoiler]Wanna know what would be cool? If we made this random slave bastard into an actual character. Actually, it's just funny to me.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]Coincidence? Yes.[/spoiler]
"Marcus... Marcus Weather."
[spoiler]So do you want to take over this guy as a character, or do you want me to do it? I'm fine with it either way.[/spoiler]
[spoiler]I'll take him on to make it easier. That way I can train him whenever and we don't have to wait around for replies. [/spoiler]
"Well Marcus,"
[b]He turns, facing the now ex slave [/b]
"You're a free man. If you wish, leave now. However, if you want to be able to fight for yourself and protect yourself, you'll follow me."
[b]Magrim looks at him curiously [/b]
"You thought I would take advantage of you? Treat you like dirt? Truth is, I've always wanted an underdog apprentice. One that rose from nothing. You're the lucky winner. Whether you want the opportunity or not is your choice."
"Excellent!"
[b]The Dojo gates swing open with a slight creak, and Magrim enters the huge courtyard [/b]
"First, we'll have to discover your fighting style."