Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170413190733/@comment-27661770-20170414182341

The aforementioned Knight of Blood was a mere shadow of himself, slaving away. Red tears slid down his cheeks as he worked.

He had tried to unite people, seeing fit that if someone's gonna be leader, it ma7y as well be the personj least willing to be such. Though it applied to him, he agreed that the person least willing to have power is best suited to wield it.

But over time, the will to simply deny the villains whatever power he could deny them was beaten out of him. Broken bones, eyes stabbed a few times, pulled teeth, you name it. Miraculously- or perhaps by evil design- injuries healed in the victims' sleep. Painfully.

Karkat had been reduced to a meek troll who had once touched glory.

Now he avoided it like the plague, to spare himself physical pain and others more emotional pain from seeing shouty troll broken down into quiet troll.