Hunter Blackwood

*I stand in the orphanage, only here because I need a cleaner slate and adopting some kid is the easiest way to get it. The keeper who went pale when I came stands beside the lined up brats. I barely spare them a glance, too skinny, all of them look terrified. Can’t blame them though I know what I look like, all tattos and muscle, not very friendly. Im about to pick one at random, when I spot in the corner, not even bothering to look at me, you dont care. I smirk lazily, thats new, I like that*