Lost Child, Ark

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An "All You Need To Know" about Ark Name: Ark Race: Ghost DOB: Winter 471 AV DOD: Summer 490 AV (19) Present "Age": 39 Gender: Male Weight: N/A Height: 5'8" Physical Description Ark is a rather interesting looking character, with his transparent form of body; tall and stocky, with a fairly small frame. As for his other features, it can sometimes be rather difficult to make out what hides in the boy's face. Coated with a medium length of chestnut curls, matching his sharp crooked smile and hazel peepers; commonly noted by the passing people, "has a dreamers uneasy stare". Articles of the cloth, Ark rarely cares for such unnecessary trivial things. Commonly the lad parades around in his "birthday suit"; though has the common decency to at lest cover the undesired with layers of Soulmist or becoming more transparent to the naked eye. No pun intended. Character Concept Personality: In his life, or rather, his existing moments of the flesh and blood; Ark has little recall of whom he was. Loud and rambunctious in his youth, or rather, just simply a perfectionist at socializing and articulation with anyone and/or anything. Always happy as the mortal, commonly overjoyed and playful with friends; and even took pleasure in being in the presents of his those whom he disliked. But alas, his days as a youthful spirt of a boy are far over. Now he grows old without the luxury of aging or dying; which his confusion to why he can't "pass on" leaves him bitter and self destructing, coiled away into the burned down room of his past existence. Though Ark lives his newly found "life" miserably sulking in his own memories, he continuously is trying to find a new purpose to exist as something anew. Though he is far to horrified to ever leave the sanctum of his old home, with no one to trust on the out side walls. So he sits and cowers softly at everything; waiting for something to return his lost sanity. Likes: The company of everything! Playing light heart pranks, socializing Dislikes: Solitude, dark places, being an outcast Character History With subtle motion; hues of a hazel tint broke open, reveling the ash of the cottage. Steadily, surely life flickered into the mind, desperately clenching broken floorboards. Deep inhalation brought back the existence once known, though something was dreadfully odd about everything now. The ash of this depression had no taste, nothing had feeling. Knowledge. Vast, unbearably painful amounts of intelligence flooded the brain of the poor lad all in a quick sweeping motion as death grasped him no longer. Death needn't hold fast any longer, for the man whom laid lifelessly in the desolate building realized, he now no long had life coursing though his veins, rather anything in his body. Panic then hit the poor soul, quickly forcing himself to get up, to leave this horrible nightmare of death; in an oddity, he could feel it. He could feel the disconnection of his soul and body. In something of a horror, the once psychically breathing soul stared down at his lifeless corpse, disgusted and torn at just the conceived idea that something like this was happening to him! "No! No! Why?! This must be something of a sick dream!" he screamed fearfully... Aging moments past. The finality of it stuck him. Hard. The once joy filled orbs of hazel traveled over and over the butchered and disfigured body that just laid there. Lifelessly. Dead. To think he'd die that way, this way. To think this was what a true heaven is; something of a lifeless limbo? It was all to much to handle, nearly impossible for anyone unwilling to pass life wouldn't, couldn't have handled it ether. The boy screamed. He yelled out all his frustrations at the lifeless body that he had once known the best. He wailed away his hatred of dying as wishful, imaginary tears clouded his eyes and ran cold down his cheeks. In that exact instance, he had lost all. Everything he held tightly to in his past was now forever the fading memory of a yesterday past. And then, he had lost it. Sanity was throw carelessly aside like the ragdoll of a spoiled child. Now the poor child of youth rests at the desolate building of a forgotten past. This was his ground, his land, his life. Now with twenty years of a repressed memory, that boy lives at the burned cottage, completely unsure of whom he was and how he ended up to be this way. Completely mad as a hater; the boy soul existence to find his lost sanity and return to the happiness he once was able to obtain long before his untimely death. Training and Skill Points Possession: 20 (SP) Soulmist Projection: 15 (SP) Materialization: 0 + 10 [radical bonus] (SP) Hypnotism: 15 (SP) Languages Fluent- Common Good- Nari Poor-Symenos Lore Equipment and Possessions • 1 Waterskin • 1 Backpack which contains: • 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) • Food for a week • 1 eating knife • Flint & Steel Ledger 100 GM

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