"Who's [i]he[/i]?"

A knight...an Undead knight, to be exact. His "destiny" was to reignite the First Flame. He...killed both of us. He was practically invincible. It wouldn't surprise me if he became a Lord of Cinder... And now... I'm one of them. A Undead warrior. Brought back with my soul, and clutching what's left of my brother's... ~Ornstein holds out his hand, and shows a ghostly, white orb. In the center, a massive figure wearing armor that resembles a sumo wrestler (or a large person) holding a massive, golden hammer is standing there, as if waiting~ I can summon him, though. Either for assistance, or I can consume a portion of his soul for strength. Call it strange, or monstrous, but it's how the Undead become stronger...

"Things change, people change. You have no reason to hate these dragons... These dragons haven't done anything wrong. If I used your reasoning, I would be trying to slay every human I see right now... Do you know what kinds of things happened to me?"

[i]Other than the fact that you were the son of two scientists, no.[/i]

"The time between when I found the Dojo and when I first entered this dimension was terrible... I don't normally talk or even think about it because I might break down and one time my instincts even took me over..." *His tone of voice changes as he says that.* "I was so upset, scared and confused when I first entered this dimension that my instincts took me over for a whole week. I finally got myself together and guess who I met? Hunters. We didn't speak English in my dimension and so there was a [i]bit[/i] of a language barrier. I was curious, so I approached them. They didn't feel the same way. They shot me in the shoulder and when I didn't go down they hit me in the head and knocked me out. I woke up in the trunk of a car but I decided to play dead. When they stopped and opened the trunk I panicked and scratched the h#%% out of both of them. My instincts then took me over for another day. I think they sent out a hunting party for me, all I remember is being chased through the woods by a number of men with guns. My path was blocked by more of them and one of them threw a match... There's a reason I wear the duster... I don't want to say more at the moment..."

[i]Damn. You don't have to say anymore. Once I...woke up...I was mostly confused. I just remember standing up, covered in blood, cuts, and seeing what was left of my brother...[/i] ~Ornstein sits in silence~ [i]After that...I don't know. I lost control...and then...I found this place.[/i]

*You notice he seems to be crying a little.* "Well... One way or another, you have to let things go. You need to realize not everyone is the same..."