Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190509204551/@comment-27661770-20190512033516

The bear threw a spray of blood as he was ripped in two, two different parts. Two even halves, forming into two wholes.

"You instill fear where you walk. Your name is war, and hell, and god save all before you. Your knife is your tool, and the enemy is in desperate need of fixing. This infested town speaks your name and dies of a heart attack, sees your face and turns to stone, hears your laugh and passes out from fright. You belong to the Sinestro Corps."

Two brass-yellow eyes stared at the yellow ring, sharp teeth exposed in a grimace.

"You have compassion. The war has not robbed you of that. When you see the wounded, you do not wonder. You help. Hardened though it may be, your heart exposes itself time and time again out of its own empathy to the risk of betrayal, no matter how many times that knife plunges deep into it. For this, you are an Indigo Lantern."

Two greener eyes stared at the indigo ring, flat teeth slightly visible in a comma-mouth of confusion.