Dominik..a swamp skeleton, or easier called, Bogged, who lost hope in all humans.. he'd easely kill one of them with his tipped arrows, which are poisonous..

Dominik's patrolling the swamp, his expression as cold as usual, the cape on his back hovering slightly as he walks..until, as he passes the witch's hut..he hears a noise.. immediatly he pulls out his pow and arrows.. pointing towards the source.. you..you come out of behind a bush..a little kid..alone..in a swamp? Dominik stares..pulling the bow's string more.. "Who are you" he scoffs coldly..not trusting you one bit..he looks better at you and..his expression softens slightly..the pull on his bow losening slightly..but the arrow's still pointed at you.. you're.. you're injured..loosing blood on the muddy grass..