[center] [i] [b]A la guerra me lleva
mi necesidad;
si tuviera dineros
no fuera en verdad.[/b]

-Miguel de Cervantes [/i] [/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Curro Espinosa

[b]Age:[/b] 32

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[hider=Curro] [img=http://plastica.ecea.es/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/goya.jpg] [/hider]

[b]Bio:[/b] A greedy coward. A greedy coward who's death was caused by his own greediness and cowardice. Although most of his life is a blur now, those last moments still shine stabbingly on Curro's mind. His allies never recieved the signal, as he never gave it. His enemies ignored the deal. The mace bashed his head. The sword opened his throat. They say it isn't good to dwell in the past, but now Curro's can't think about anything else. Now all that Curro does is ask himself whether the pay was worth it.