Flur "True imortality is no the lack of death, but rather the abundunce of opportunity."
Flur has short white hair, and deep green eyes. Usually quite and reserved, she has never really gone out of her way for recognition. This being said, she never really had any skills in life. Quite and dormant, she pretty much would rather accept her fate rather than complain and struggle - only to fail later. [PLEASE READ!!!] "coming soon" In life Flur was a normal teenage girl for her time. She drank the occasional wine, woke up with the occasional boy.. and worked in the fields like every other woman who wasn't yet married or a mother. Her life was simple. No strife, no pain, and no poverty. She had a good simple life. Then one morning the field she was working in was set upon by mysterious horsemen from the woods. Little did she know they were little but bandits, she was badly beaten before they were done with her; begging for mercy she would have giving her first born son to be free from the hell she was enduring. Chuckling gutturally, a burly man who seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward and beheaded Flur. I guess in a way she was granted the mercy she desired. Just a week before her death, she had been fortunate enough to sell her cottage and burr y the gold miza's under a rock, deep within Sylira's foundation stones. In death she has spent the last sixty-one years wandering around trying to rediscover her identity. She has spent the better part of those years learning to possess living beings, rather than display herself image through Materialization. She has spent so little time on Materialization because she fears what she will see if she dwells to far into that skill. Preferring to jump from body to body, she has just begun to realize the potential of possession! "Who needs their own body, when they can have any body they desire?" being her viewpoint.
Lifestyle: None, Dead (-0 gold miza / season) 600 gold mizas (Starting coin) Current: +600 gm |