He was not a child. That was just what others saw. He was not against violence. That was just what others thought. But then again... Who would have thought a yound halfling loved the heat of the battle as much? He didn't even know himself. He just thought that it was right what he did. After the battle was over he could never remember what had happened. He could simply look at himself in the mirror and wonder what had happened when the battle ended. Whom's eyes had looked out at the battle field? Who was it that had raised a hand towards helpless people? Was it him? Was it truly him? Not that he really cared, but he always wondered what it was. He always wondered what lurked behind that door in his mind. He always wondered what was hidden in the darkness... This is my (still) unused RPG character Koda. He is a halfling. A rather strange halfling. But he was fun to make and fun to draw!