Recent leader of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, left in the grip of emotional devastation, trapped by the aftermath of a tornado blowing through my soul. I was a warrior without recognition of self, only the emptiness left by the absence of her, my Wellsie, my shellan. Immersed in turmoil, lacking will, nothing but a hollow ache to remind me that I still breathe.
I was lost.
Now I am found. The beautiful Autumn has brought me back to life. She has revived my soul and given me the strength to be a role model for John Matthew and a hellren again. I know my Wellsie has moved on to the Fade and is finally at peace. Thanks to Lassiter we were all able to move on and find peace.
Now I am back to being the level headed, calmer voice in the group. Back to being a warrior, ready to kill every threat against our world be it a lesser or the Band of Bastards.