Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170212163855

"There's seven of us, actually..."

He sighed, putting down his coffee.

"Our mother was a prostitute. We still have no idea who our father is. She got killed by this druglord when I was seven because she didn't pay the debt for a bag of crystal meth on time apparently."

Quail took another sip, watching the brown liquid swirl around as he mixed it again.

"You could understand why I wanted to get out of France, so with some loans from people in Milieu and a few of my mother's connections I managed to smuggle all seven of us on a plane. Our oldest brother, Heron got in trouble with the law and had to stay in France. I don't know if he's alive or not, but if he is, he'll probably be around 29."