Lunar Scathefire

[Lunar Scathefire]

Lunar Scathefire Clueless and In Denial Basic Information Race: Human (Ghost) Birthday & Age: Fall 56th of 445AV, 16 years old (ghost for 100 years) Gender: Male Birthplace: Syliras Deathplace: Avanthal Wastelands Languages Language 1: Fluent Common Language 2: Basic Vani Physical Description In Life Lunar had bouncy brown hair, light blue eyes and white skin. While he lived in the city of Syliras, his clothing was light and none too poorly made. Bland colors, albeit, but defently not a beggars appearence. Always a smile or a grin his face, his eyes were always twinkling with life with a cheerful crinkle next to them. Lunars body was skinny, but lean, he was no wishy washy brat who couldn't lift a beam of lumber. In Death Lunars appearence changed drastically, what once was brown was now a wild white as if to mimick the snow he had froze in. Along with his skin, it too had become a deathly pale color just as his once vibrant blue eyes greyed and silvered to ever be somber in color. While Lunars clothes stayed with him, furs, and the such that was required for the tundra lands, a mist coils around him always agitated, ever moving. His death was not as quiet as you may think it would have been, and the soul mist reflects that. Ghostly Concept Lunar is the type of ghost that refuses to believe he is actually dead, he is thick, stupid, and ignorant to the concept. He refuses to believe, utterly loathes the thought and thus believes he survived the snow storm and his father had not. A silly little story playing in his mind that he had made it back, that he had told his family that his father, his mothers husband was dead and that is why people ignore him. Because he supposedly "abandoned" his father in the storm, though no one has uttered a word of this; he simply believes this is the reason why and deeply regrets having of done it. Now while hes being all depressive on the inside, he shows a cheerful smile on the outer part of his facade. Only the soul mist that follows him around gives away his true feelings, emotions, thoughts and ideas. While he may believe he is still alive; Lunar stubbornly ignores all ghostly influence he has, never once stopping to think why he feels nothing around him, why he is never hungry, thirsty, or tired. Adamant to find a way to proove to his mother and really, anyone, that he is not dead and that he is truly sorry for what he did, Lunar will not rest till he finds his family (dead.. Or alive.) Living Life & Kicking The Can In Life Lunar was a bouncing young lad of youthful proportions, he was a son to be proud of, one many a mother and a father wish their children would act and be like how Lunar was. Raised in Syliras, he held much promise to becoming of some important figure in the city if it were not for his father. Being the son of a map maker, he lived a good life but not one of luxury, most of the time it was harshly controlled by the norms of the Knightly soceity. In the mornings he would wake up with his parents, his sister was allowed to sleep in being younger than they, but after an hour Lunar was to awake his snoozing little sister and set her about on her chores. During the day, Lunar would generally help his mother around the apartment and then set off to do some type of work for the city. There was always work to be found and thus was not hard to make money, while there was also times when the hyper boy helped out his father with the cartography department of skills. Whether it be out in the wilds, or in their home, Lunar was constantly on the go without a moments pause to relax. When things seemed down, his mother would lecture him to keep his head up high and take life with a smile. Now while all this was happening, Lunars father got in a bit of a scuff with the knights, the man would not tell his family exactly why but they were leaving the city. Their destination? Avanthal, the city of ice in search of new oppurtunities; and so the trek north began, long, harsh and depressing. Lunar never knew the meaning of boredom till then, with little to do while travelling in the caravans he became a tad depressed and once again was told to smile. Sad was bad, happy was good. When they had finally reached Avanthal, trouble was already brewing between father and son. Lunars mother was the one to nag her husband to take Lunar on his little mapping expeditions, and this was the twos demise. After the seventh time, Lunar and his father were screaming at eachother in the wastes. Lost, hungry, and without shelter. While in a fit of rage, Lunar stormed off into the storm away from his father and that was the end of the two. Both having of frozen in the wastes. In Death Items of Physicalness   Belongings Item Description Gained Where When Currently has nothing of physical value, ie nothing on the physical. -- -- -- Being a ghost, its hard to own things.   Money Gained Lost Total Amount How -- -- 00GM SP Training&Abilities   Skills Skill Description Rank Total Math Materialization I am visible. Novice 20/100 10RB+10SP +_ Soul Mist Projection I can move things to a point. Novice 20/100 20SP+_ Cartography I can decipher maps, only the basics though Novice 15/100 15SP+_ Land Navigation I do get lost, but thats why I have maps Novice 5/100 5SP+_   Lores Being A Good Son Sad is bad, Happy is good! Threads   Winter 511 Name Whom When Status Friends Made Alea Davenport 52nd Ongoing, Grandfathered A Quiet Afternoon Alea, Banir, Fallix 55th Ongoing, Grandfathered   Spring 512 Name Whom When Status A Rude Awakening Alea, Yuros 1st Ongoing