I don’t have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.
I’m what most people call poor white trash. My father was a career felon, my mother a stripper. I grew up in the back rooms of the strip club where she worked, helping the bouncers hustle clients.
I was in and out of trouble a lot as a kid and we won’t talk about how thick my juvenile record is. Thank God, they seal those things.
Anyway, I took the wrong turn down the right road one night when my “friends” decided to do something I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with. So instead, they damn near killed me. Next thing I know, Kyrian was there, and he saved my worthless life. He took me off the streets, gave me a legal job and got me back on the right track.
Though I find him offensively annoying 95% of the time, I owe him everything and I would die or kill to protect him and the rest of the Dark-Hunters.