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[u][b]NAME:[/b][/u] Kharees

[u][b]ABSTRACT:[/b][/u] The Wildchild from Beyond the Wall

[u][b]DETAIL:[/b][/u] Nobody ever lasts long outside of Periphery. If the Grit don't siphon every shred of sanity from them and pick them off one by one, the solitude turns the rest into gibbering wrecks. The travelling merchants speak of horrors in the woods, once human and now reduced to something more pathetic than the basest of beasts that roam the murky wilderness beyond Periphery's invulnerable walls. The rarer, almost legendary rumours mention a select few individuals they have encountered who have somehow retained enough sanity to live independently; these mythical folk work on their own agendas, taking whatever they want from whichever poor soul crosses their path. It takes a sharp mind and a lot of willpower to survive beyond the wall, and few live long enough to tell the tale.

Clarice Anderson went missing 12 years ago. A child who had managed to slip on-board one of the merchant's caravans; when the Grit ambushed them in the shadows of the forests, she fled from the astonished merchants and indifferent beasts. Search parties swept the area for a few weeks afterwards, but the chances of survival were too slim to validate any further action. She was left at the mercy of whatever lurked in those woods.

Data logs show that Clarice Anderson re-entered Periphery 3 times since she had gone missing, but no security footage could reveal where she had gone within the city walls - or how she managed to get out again without opening a single gate. It was labelled a glitch, a little ghost story to tell the interns. Various circulating theories dismissed the odd technical error with excuses such as a rat which ate the implant, or an old radio signal from wherever she was rotting emitted from a malfunctioning data chip.

Conspiracy theorists adore the Anderson case, especially Grit sympathisers and Anarchists who dream of escaping the confines of Periphery. To the common man it was an outdated missing persons case and a warning to keep an eye on your children, but these hard-core paranoiacs still believe that Clarice is out there, watching from afar and waiting for the monarchy to crumble. They mutter vehemently about their cast of presumably dead runaways from Periphery like long forgotten deities who will deliver them from the shackles of technology. Clarice was the youngest to leave, and is spoken of with more praise than the rest.

[u][b]MAGICAL INVENTORY:[/b][/u] Kharees owns several sigil books, but water damage and general wear-and-tear has rendered almost all of the sigils useless. If one happens to study them long enough (and with some guesswork and experimentation) then their original patterns can be deciphered.

Three Sigil patterns are cut into her skin. A sigil of invisibility rests on top of her breastbone. Her right palm holds the sigil of memory loss, and her left palm has a sigil of sleep.[/hider]