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Name:Recco

Race: Skull Kid

Age: His current age is unknown, having lost track during the centuries he spent in the Lost Woods.
Gender: Male

Description: Recco wears the typical attire of a Skull Kid, being equipped with a blowgun/flute and a rusty knife that seems on the verge of breaking.

Character: Recco is a mischievous imp, though leans towards being playful over malicious and is quite willing to make friends with new people, having a child-like curiosity for the world around him and, with his escape from Lost Woods, a newfound confidence giving him a strong sense of pride. This, in turn, causes him to experience immense frustration when unable to accomplish a task or being talked down to. He is also quite willing to hold a grudge to varying degrees of hostility ranging from wanting to get them back as a prank to flat out not trusting them and being completely unwilling to help. He's surprisingly easy to win over with jokes and LOVES music and stories, either playing along with his flute(concerning music) or listening intently, sometimes even distracting him to the point of being unable to get his attention if it's gripping enough. Overall, Recco is a child at heart and always will be and, while he can be temperamental and immature, is very loyal to those that befriend him and is willing to help those in need. 

Biography: Recco started out as a rather normal child that spent most of his days in his hometown, that, at the time, existed near the infamous Lost Woods. For years his parents, their friends, and even other children told him to avoid that place, warning him of the dark magic that liked to ensnare children, trapping them forever and twisting them into demonic little imps. Recco, however, had a rebellious streak and a skeptical head, refusing to believe how a forest could be so cursed and dangerous. Determined to prove them all wrong, he gathered some supplies, including a lantern and a slingshot, which, to his young mind, seemed like a decent weapon at the time, and snuck into the forest in the middle of the night, fetching his stocked up "supplies" from a barrel that was supposed to be empty, and headed into the Lost Woods, already thinking on how he'd tell off the old folks of his town, being able to brag about how "stupid" and "bone-old" their traditions and superstitions were. When he arrived, he entered just deep enough to where the exit was hard to see, but no impossible to spot. Looking around and hearing nothing out of the ordinary, he set up camp, not knowing how to make a fire and, seeing how warm it was, not thinking it was needed. He was about to go to sleep when he thought he heard music and laughing. Children laughing. Thinking his friends had followed him to try and mess with him, he got to his feet and pulled out his lantern, neglecting to pick up his slingshot, and followed the sounds, trying to find their source. For hours he seemed to go on, slowly becoming more entranced by the music, the notes being played with practiced ease and, being a fan of music himself, Recco was already having trouble ignoring it, but this was different. He could feel it pulling at him, luring him deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he felt light-headed, his hands dropping the lantern and compass that, for obvious reasons, he had brought with him, as he went deeper in. Suddenly, he started feeling weak as he fell to his knees, but he didn't panic. It was as if the music was a lullaby, lulling him into a deep slumber. After waking, he found himself in a clearing, with the sun blocked out and the trees seeming the same in all directions. Fear gripped him when he realized he'd become lost and he had no idea why he'd passed out. Full of panic, he ran in a random direction. This turned out to be his worst mistake ever. He only served to worsen his situation as he ended up going deeper and deeper. He was quickly exhausted and he struggled to find food and slowly became weaker and weaker as the days went on. The strange thing, however, was that, instead of feeling hunger and pain from lack of food, he started to feel...lighter. Like he wasn't completely there. Like he was fading away. This was in stark contrast to how heavy his legs were feeling. Each passing day seemed to weigh on his shoulder, a voice in his head telling to lie down and give up and that this would all turn out for the better for it. As he drudged on, his body was changing, his skin taking on a wooden texture and his eyes slowly gaining an orange glow. Finally, having completely exhausted himself during his endless week of wandering, he collapsed, his vision going dark as he heard a faint laugh in the distance...

	When Recco awoke, he felt...off some how. He was on his back, facing a shaded canopy, with only small rays of sunlight getting through. One such ray happened to be shining in his eye, causing him to pull his arm up to shield it, eliciting a gasp from Recco. His arm suddenly and a wooden texture to it, his hand covered with a finger-less glove with a leafy feel to it. He instantly sat up, panic gripping his mind as he looked at his new form. His whole body seemed to be made of wood, dressed in straw clothing that was red and green in color, a straw hat atop his head. Feeling his face, he felt a small beak instead of a mouth. Panic gripped him as the realization came to him. The legends were true...he was a Skull Kid now! He was cursed to forever live in this forest, unable to leave! Fear gripped him, building up until he couldn't take it more. Opening his mouth, he let out a shrill scream, letting it all out at once. After he finished, all he could muster was tired sobs as he remembered his parents...until he heard something land on the ground near him. He jerked his head up, crawling a bit away from the sound until he saw what it was...another Skull Kid like himself. It eyed Recco with curiosity, before questioning him as to why he was here. Not feeling as intimidated seeing as they were the same thing now, Recco offered up a shaky explanation, saying he'd followed a song the night before and woke up as...this. The other Skull Kid didn't seem to find this odd at all, even letting out a laugh. "So you got what you deserved. Should've listened, kid." the Skull Kid told him in a mocking tone. This reaction, despite not being out of character, considering all that Recco was told of Skull Kids, angered him, causing Recco to stand up and tackle towards the other Skull Kid, who only leaped into a tree, easily dodging the comparatively slow tackle. "Hee hee! You're funny! C'mon what's the matter? There's no stupid adults here to tell us what to do anymore! All we have to do is play!" he said, dropping off the branch only to catch it with his hands and swinging to another one, landing on that and looking down at Recco. Recco pushed himself off the ground, only to get beaded in the head with something, causing him to land on his rear. Looking down, he saw it was...his flute! He picked up eagerly with an excited smile, playing a few notes to see if it still worked. It took some getting used to, considering his mouth was a lot different now, but soon he was playing a rather simple tune. To his surprise, he looked up to see the other Skull Kid happily playing along, causing him to stop. This only earned him a look of confusion from his newfound friend. "Why'd ya stop?" he was asked. "Wh-where'd you find this? I left it at my campsite..." Recco asked, wondering if the Skull Kid might point him in the right direction. Maybe he could leave...and leaving would turn him back to normal even! The other Skull Kid didn't seem to catch on to his intent and pointed in the direction he had gotten it from. Recco instantly nodded, starting to sprint in that direction, but after a little while, he felt cold...a sudden brisk and evil cold. Looking around, he tensed up, feeling something was about to happen. And, sure enough, a spirit, also known as a Poe, materialized before him. [i]"Where do you think you're going, imp?"[/i] it asked him in a warning, hostile tone. "I-I was...I was planning on finding my way home...I don't belong here..." Recco tried to explain, which only earned him a cackle from the entity. [i]"Leaving is not an option. Those that leave the forest are killed with extreme prejudice. Do so, and there will be no second chance...now turn back. This...is your new home now."[/i] it explained as it vanished. [i]"You'd do well to remember that."[/i] he heard it's voice echo. He heard it cackle again and, his courage spent, he ran back the way he came, panting in exhaustion and feeling defeated. The Skull Kid from before landed next to him, causing Recco to jump, which only earned him a mischievous laugh from his friend. "Let me guess. You were gonna run home weren't ya?" he asked. Recco simply nodded, frowning as he bowed his head. "Hey cheer up. This place is a LOT more fun!" his friend told him, slapping him on the back. "What's your name?" he asked. "My name's...Recco." he answered. "Vesra." the Skull Kid, who's name he now knew, replied, extending a hand. Recco shook it, feeling a bit better now that he didn't feel totally alone. From that day forward, Vesra showed Recco how to survive the forest, helping Recco tap into his newfound agility and abilities, all the while making it seem like a game and, for awhile, Recco forgot about home, finding that roaming this forest was letting him have the time of his life. Until one fateful day, when Recco was wandering the forest as usual, he saw a man unconscious on the ground. Already the man was looking skeletal, causing Recco to remember the story about what happened when ADULTS wandered in, which suddenly seemed a lot worse than transforming into a Skull Kid. Recco put this out his mind, though, when he saw a bag on the ground next to him. Becoming curious, he walked over, nudging the bag with his foot and recoiling slightly when something fell out. He recognized it as a book. Several actually! Recco eagerly picked it up, not exactly fluent in reading, but his mother had made it a point that it was important, and he loved reading stories when he wasn't doing chores or playing the flute. The memory of his mother teaching him to read flashed in his mind and more followed afterwards, causing Recco to recoil slightly. As much as he loved being here, outside the threats that leaving meant death, he missed his home still. He...honestly had no idea how long it'd been since he'd left. He'd lost track as the days had blended together. He looked over to the man again. He looked kind of funny, wearing a long purplish black dress with flowing sleeves. What a weirdo. Recco looked back to the book, flipping to a random page. It showed a hand doing a gesture and a weirdly pronounced word. After struggling with it for awhile, Recco did the hand gesture and managed to say the word. To his shock and surprise, a small purplish black ray shot from his hand and hit a tree. While it only seemed to barely chip the bark, Recco was thrilled with his new toy! He had heard of magic before and the prospect of it THRILLED him! He quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching before picking up the discarded book bag, piling the books back in and leaving the scene, returning to a tree that he had claimed as his own little section of the forest. He studied that one book all night, being careful not to do the hand motions for fear that someone would notice and steal the books from him. He liked his fellow Skull Kids, but with the exception of possibly Vesra, he didn't trust them not to steal his stuff and he would constantly find an apple or two stolen from his stash when he was away. After awhile, he suddenly had a burst of inspiration. Maybe, if he studied enough, he could leave the forest without dying! He clapped his hands quickly at the thought and was determined to practice the stuff in the books. This later proved to be more difficult than he could've imagined at first. While it was rather easy to cast some of the spells, some simply refused to work and it was impossible for his young mind to register that some of these spells had other requirements. With a sigh, he decided to start memorizing the ones he COULD use, beginning with the one that created the dark projectile. This became really easy, to the point where he could almost do it on reflex if he had to, and it was starting to get stronger the more he practiced at it. He'd also learned to create a glittering effect over himself. He didn't really give it much credit at first until one day, he was practicing and, after casting that spell, Vesra paid him a visit. Seeing as he had kept this a major secret, Recco nearly panicked until...Vesra walked right past him, not even seeing him! Recco couldn't grasp how Vesra hadn't seen him until he remembered the spell he had just cast. So that was it! They couldn't see him while it was cast. Shortly after he realized this, however, the glittering effect wore off, showing just how short the duration was. Either way, Recco thought turning invisible was the coolest trick ever short of being able to blast things with dark magic. Along with that, he learned how to pull small objects to his grip, which was endless amounts of fun when he could steal from his friends' food supplies without them ever catching him. After weeks of practice and stealing and gathering supplies, Recco decided he was ready. While he would miss Vesra and the others, he decided that telling them good bye would be a mistake, knowing full well that they'd try to stop him. He could always stay he supposed, but he wanted to go home and he wasn't going to be more prepared than at that moment. While he had entered the forest so long ago at night, he decided that leaving during the day would be smarter. A lot of the Skull Kids played during the day and the darker creatures would be more rare than it would be at night. And so he departed from his tree, making his way towards the edge of the forest. After hours of walking, he heard a familiar cackle as the same cold feeling from before gripped him. [i]"I thought I told you that leaving meant death, imp..."[/i] the Poe said as it appeared. This time, however, Recco stood tall, a confident smirk on his face. "Out of the way, ghostie. I don't want to hurt you." he said, standing his ground. Though at this rate, his warning was a complete lie. He'd yet to test out his powers on anything more intimidating than a tree and this would be a fun test. The Poe simply laughed, not buying into the threat. [i]"Child, do not test me. Turn back or I will do away with you."[/i] it threatened in a hissing voice. Recco simply shook his head, getting into a ready stance. The Poe then suddenly vanished with a distinctive sound. Hearing a cackle behind him, he whipped around only to get smacked away by it's lantern. Recco groaned as he stood, not having been hurt in a VERY long time. Pulling out his flute, which had been converted to serve as a blowgun as well, he leaped at the Poe, watching it vanish again. This time, Recco put his back to the tree. This didn't go as planned, however, when the lantern simply went through the tree, smacking him to the ground again. "Hey no fair! Cheater!" he whined as he leaped to his feet again, definitely going to feel that one in the morning. The Poe merely cackled again, swinging at him. This time, however, Recco had a surprise for him. Doing the hand gesture and quickly muttering the incantation, he flung a dark bolt at the Poe, hitting it in the side. The Poe, caught off guard by the attack, recoiled in pain. Looking back up to gaze at his opponent, all he saw was empty air...until another dark bolt struck him in the back painfully, the Skull Kid laughing mockingly behind it. Furious, it whipped around, striking the now visible Recco across the face and to the ground, his blowgun flying out of his grip. Recco groaned, stunned by the hit. When he finally recovered, the Poe loomed over him, sneering. [i]"Game over, imp."[/i] it said, preparing to finish the unarmed Recco off. However, Recco had other plans. Reaching his hand towards his blowgun, he quickly cast the spell to bring it to his hand. As soon as it entered his grip, he put it to his mouth and fired it into the Poe's head. With a screech, the Poe recoiled. It spun almost uncontrollably before suddenly disintegrating in a blue flame, it's lantern falling and shattering on the ground, revealing a purple soul. Recco stared at it for awhile before slowly approaching it, only to watch it vanish when he reached out to touch it, causing him to recoil. Recco wasn't sure what to make of this, but decided to move on before the Poe either came back or something else tried to kill him. Without a moment to spare, he sprinted towards the forest exit. Upon leaving, a sense of freedom touched his very soul. Despite the ability to do nothing but play in the forest, he'd never felt truly free, always trapped as he was forced to remain within the Lost Woods. Now...now he felt he could move on. However...as he looked to where his hometown should've been, all he saw was rubble. He couldn't believe his eyes as he sprinted towards the buildings. Everything was old and rotten, looking like they'd simply collapsed over time rather than destroyed by a person's hand. Shifting through it all, he looked for any clue as to how long he'd been gone and where his family might be now. While he didn't find any relevant records that he'd understand, he did find his old house. Memories of his life here filled his head, causing him to pause in the doorway. He was sure he'd break down right there and then, but forced himself to pull through. He found no trace of them packing and leaving, which struck him as odd. Why would everyone leave everything behind...? After much searching, he found something that struck him in the gut. His old slingshot that he'd left behind. They'd tried to find him...and when they couldn't...He felt terrible. He should've stayed. He never should've tried to prove them wrong. There was nothing wrong with thinking he was right...but he left thinking he had show them they were all wrong. And now he'd paid the price. He could think of only one place they'd go and that was the Castle Town. After a lot of scavenging through the houses, he found a rather old map and, seeing where the Castle Town was, he set out to reach it, unaware of just how much had changed in his absence...

Totem: Being a kid transformed into an imp and being able to wield magic, including a spell that would turn him invisible for a very short duration, Recco the Skull Kid is best represented by the Fox more than anything else.

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Welp this is finally done. Here's my Skull Kid.