Strife TrueAim- {kicks feet up om the automin like hes all at home and smiles at Wendy...looking out from under his black sunglasses and occasionally looking down and smoothing out his leather jacket, got the whole cool guy look down...} Gah, where can I start? I guess where all things start, the beginning....well....I guess it kinda began when I was just a kid....My dad never really acknowledged me as his own really....Im not too sure why...Me mum left us when I was just 6...and things kinda went downhill from then....He just coundnt cope with the fact that his wife had just walked out on him...and I suppose he had to take it out on somebody...so of course, he took it out on me....He had always been a chronic smoker as long as I can recall, and I think that helped him relax a little...though it made him very moody...and he could never stay sober for long....Gah, I hit mke once when I was young...scratch that, a few times....err, okay, more than a lot....But never to the point that he really hurt be all that much... I think despite that I still looked up to him when I was young...and loved him a lot...and Im sure he did me, but I think he just had a hard time expressing it...He was a sword smithy, and a black smith...and was always busy...and when he couldnt get his deadlines in on the projects, he took what he could....Which only made him a little madder I think....Nothing was ever good enough for him......It was always like, "You can do better you little ****" Yah, I think cursing helped to express his anger a bit...and at first I was deeply offended by it, and went into the silent treatment...but I got used to it...and things like that became 2nd names to me....Besides for first name Strife and Sprink.....both of which have meaning he chose....meaning I care not to talk about too much....When the conch insident happened, and I had to leave, I wont admit that I didnt miss him...but I became more independent...and found that I really didnt need him any more....and part of me really didnt want him around anymore....and when he showed up, I was at the same time releived and angry...it wasnt hisfault he became the temporary tyrant of Eulalia....though he wouldnt tell me the reason why he walked that path....but now I was older, young man, not a child anymore...and I began to perceive him differently in my mind...His insults stung deeper, and with each broken promise and hit that he gave I think he was driving me farther away, and my resent started to turn to hate....How he felt about me I dont know. Whenever he started to show up afterwards we fought often, and I began to pretend he wasnt really there....Yet he has a small fuse, and even that managed to set him off, and I found myself fighting with him again...Gah....Lets skip ahead, I could compleain all day to you Wendy...

{Looks out the window and wonders where the heck he is and why hes answering this weird womans questions...but remains plolite and grimaces a little and watched a fly buzz around the room}

Strife TrueAim: To this day he is a little wary of me simply because, thought I dont want to admit it myself, have aspired higher than him in my sword fighting skills..though Ill never be able to match him in brawn...the mans built like a house made of lead....Its a sad fate that I got my mother's slim form....But I think things are improveing....He seems to talk a little more to me and smile a bit...like waking from a nightmare...But I wont say we dont still fight and argue...and I wont say we're gonna be buddy buddys....because thats never gonna happen...I think no matter how hard we both strive we're both going to be enemys to eachother in a subtle way.....And I think Im going to have some scars left from it all....And sometimes I do wish him dead....but dont tell him I said this, but Im not really sure what I would do if he died.....I really dont.....Can I go now Wendy?

Wendy Windwalker: "Not quite Sprink, just one more question. What is this I hear about you having wings?"

Sprink tilted his head up at this and smiled, setting his feet back down onto the ground and smiling...getting into a subject that he was more interested in.

Sprink: Well....in truth, I was never truely aware of being a Knight of the Wing...Though my mom had wings and was sent from the Heavens, I really never considered the fact that I might have inherited the wing from her....she rarely ever used them...I think they hurt her a little...or reminded her of somethign she would reahter not be recalled. Im still not sure of what I truely made myself forget...and it can drive a man insane when its something important that is needed to remembered....But I just cant....and thats a problem...But I was a little dumbfounded by the fact that I was expected to have wings and what have you. And I think at first I didnt beleive it...considering, Silver said it himself...what use are they? None to my knowledge, so at first I thought I would simply go on without them...but I find that I really dont have a choice...Im being pressured into it really...ANd in a way, I think having wings would be kinda cool...if Silver didnt make it sound so painful..the whole thing about my shoulders and back practicly exploding in a flurry of blood and flesh...if everything went right it would still hurt he says...SO Ill admit Im a little afraid of them...and Im still arguing with myself if I realy want them or not...But all in all, I guess its okay...a little freaky I suppose... The wings somehow tie into the mystery of Bane...and I have a feeling he is going to beat me out when it comes to the wings...Who knows, this thing might be a blessing or a curse...And I have no idea what so ever about how to summon the wings either...I have to be able to feel something or do something that pushes me to the limit...but how Im supposed to do that is beyond me truely.. ANd that too makes me afraid....What if the thing Im supposed to feel is the loss of one of my friendss or something? And what if something does go wrong and I die before I even have a chance to fight Bane? If things get that bad, I think Ill just ditch the thought of the wings and fight like I always do. On the ground. {smiles and gives a slight shurg}

Sprink: I really dont know much on the subject...sorry Wendy.

Wendy: [smiles] "You did fine Sprink." [glances at her watch] "It appears we're out of time for now, but purhaps we'll talk again sometime." [she pushes a red button on her desk and Sprink disapears]