"My name is Corbin... but you won't be seeing much of me. I'm not really here for the money, I am here for a quiet place... my father came from nobility, so I'm set for money, seeing as my father died four years ago... when I was fifteen." Corbin shrugged slightly, his eyes glazing over before he fainted on the ground. He was so worn out that apparently he would be passing out quite frequently. He woke up momentarily and frowned. "Sorry about that... I'll probably be passing out every so often... it happens when I have very little sleep or when I travel... and both have happened to me recently. He smiled softly, amused. He looked really weak, he was sure.
Wants to post something epically amazing here... will work on that laterz.
Last edited by Godric Volturi; 08-20-2009 at 11:13 PM.
Reason: correcting the years. :P