Tybalt

The dimly lit altar of red velvet, with lights that drew brightly across a stage. A dreary eyed player fumbles into consciousness after quite the night in a bottle. The first thing she notices is her arms bound tightly to the chair she was sat in, one like many in cascading rows on both sides of her. Ropes coiled around her wrists and upper arm in multiple wrappings to confirm security. They scrunch as the girl pulls against them, and with horror she tries to cry for help. Instead she'd discover the handful of cloth jammed into her mouth and affixed there with a ring of leather. Only her eyes

Profile: Username: Tybalt Real name: Tyson Balatro Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 5'11 ¾ Background: Tyson was the class clown, quite the character in all his youth. Most got along with the kid, and he had plenty of school time companions that joined in on his pranks. But it was often that he'd take it too far, causing all manner of mischief that got them all in trouble. But he managed through despite the fact, and he found a calling in theater. Mainly, the very interesting tastes of stage magicians astounded the lad. Practicing card tricks and all manner of gags, the guy