AutobiographyI am the BISHOP of White. I do not know who I was before this nor from what walk of life my tried feet were taken, only that now I have been included in this terrible Game. Held once every five years, it is a choice between death and death. To fight will most likely result in termination, and to forfeit will certainly end in such a way. What a marvellous decision one must make, yes? All the simple solutions are removed, and even those with morals are forced to abandon their lofty pursuits in favour of self-defense. I suppose this is the only way I will kill...if I am not slain first, that is...
I can't recall my name. I think it began with an "C"...or "F"...I really don't know. I suppose you can call me "Brother", if you desire something less gaudy than BISHOP.
My talent lies in emotions: I am able to sense the feelings of those around me quite well. However, this does not mean I know the root of these emotions, and like all other mortals I must voice the query as to
why. All in all it is a fairly useless ability in a world where comfort is irrelevant and kindness is synonymous with weakness. I don't understand why I was chosen to join this Game of Chess, nor do I really ask myself the question any more. I will continue with my studies until the blind angel known as Death comes knocking at my door.
Tractus tuus est.
...It's your turn.