Genma

The giant of a man walks with heavy footsteps past an array of cages. In each sat two players with some vacancy, the cots and sinks leaving much to the imagination in terms of cleanliness. Cellblock 3, to the end of the hall to Cell F. "Stand." Genma orders through the bars, snapping his knuckles through heavy plate gloves, audibly heard to strike up a chord of intimidation. The pair inside don't stand up immediately, choosing instead to remain in defiance. Genma looks to his right at the warden of this sector, who would move to his side and retrieve a ring of keys. Into the lock it turns with

Genma decided that today they would travel to one of the new floors. A cemetery of sorts, there was an uncharted location that he found that he wanted to loot. With his minions' help it would go by faster. A few medium buildings and a church that looked eerie but to him it was just another place that has not been explored yet. Walking up the long swirly dirt road, tomb stones littered these grounds. Whispers in the winds, nothing could really be made out. Seeing that there was nothing around, the quiet ghostly voices were creeping the kids that were surrounding him out. “Stay sharp” he says as

Profile: Username: Genma Real name: Gavin Martin Age: 31 Gender: Male Height: 6'11 Background: This titanic man spent most of his early years getting into fist fights, causing trouble for his folks. The schools he partook in fucking hated his guts, finding himself in detention and the principles offices on the regular. After trying everything they could to put him through a normal education, eventually his parents broke down and shipped his sorry ass off to military school. They'd hoped to straighten him out, with a little tough discipline. It was in a more rigid environm