Boundless Origins - Boyd

Boyd removed his Virtua Helmet opening his eye slowly. He sighed deeply as he stood up from his bed in his small apartment located in the low-end district of the city. 

Boyd rose to his feet and stretched a bit. After doing so, he went into his bathroom to brush his teeth and wash-up. 

The time read 7:25 am on 29/03/2065. Boyd had been training a few new members of the guild in terms of dungeoneering before he suddenly felt his energy bleed out. 

He had given some shabby excuses before he logged out, and here he was. Boyd looked at his face in the mirror, with his ugly scar running across his bad eye and his squarish face that was hard, but somewhat attractive in a way. 

He smiled at himself with a dreary visage, his light brown eye reflecting a wealth of emotions as he gazed at himself for the first time in what seemed to be a long time.