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Name: Krause Barleyton.

Age: 46

Gender: Male

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Personality: A bitter person who seems to live in memories. Not moving forward, nor unable to think in new terms. In a way he’s a person who never grew up. This is not in the terms of not adapting and growing more capable to meet the responsibilities of adult life, although the only thing one could say he’s managed in terms of that is to keep to the basic necessity of working to keep himself housed and fed, wasting time in idle entertainment. The sense of growing up is the sense of time passing, of growing and changing, of becoming a different being with the passage of time. A person is not the same person as they were a year ago, and people transform day by day as a result of their experiences and newly changing values and wisdoms. The mind and viewpoint of Krause is stuck in the past, not advancing from the days before his accident. Yet people change because they must as the world changes. A person who holds onto a past that only becomes farther and farther distant from the past is a living ghost, a wraith, a mere shadow of a man. The present is something he lives in, exists in, yet his mind and frame of reference is a distorted view from the past.

In a way the most hopeless of people. Misfortunate but also a victim of their own self. Other paths and potentials wither on the vine, unrecognized by the gardener who could cultivate them. He instead deciding to go through the rites of tending to and honoring a tree that has grounded into rot.

While one might assume that he simply wanted to continue on connected to his dream in some manner he simply picked something that fell within his awareness, his awareness of that which seemed unrelated to his pass dull and almost unnoticeable. It isn't that he decided to go into this sort of work consciously, it was more that it was the only option that seemed to exist in his eyes. Living a shell of a life, keeping to himself and keeping to a formless routine in which the days blur in together. Indeed, it would take an amazing shock, perhaps even bordering on the supernatural to open his eyes to the world once more.

But even then a life built on regret, and the pining of the past cannot suddenly give birth to a man. But perhaps this shade, this past shall find itself staring at the future and present for once.

History: Everything that has occurred in their life up until now, which is worth noting. Nobody is allowed to know about the existence of magic, Naraka, or so on. Also, whether born in it, or having just moved in last week, your character must be in the small, largely suburban town of Riversfield at the start of the roleplay.

A man who wasted away, a sad shell who lives only to be a hollow container for dreams that once were and good times long past. A young boy that was the single child to loving parents, a good home, growing up in a small city in the mid west of the United States.

A talent for athletics, specifically Baseball built him up as a rising star. One whose future looked bright with scholarships and a potential to reach the big leagues. His life proceeded smoothly until a vehicular accident on a family trip shortly after his highschool graduation. Hurting his shoulder, and losing his parents. He found himself plunged into a life with the loss of his dream, set life and support.

Life insurance, the liquidation of assets. He retreated from life and stopped living. Withdrawing he simply didn’t die, keeping his body running for as long as he could with his life of solitude. Someone who simply lived in memories, not truly there.

Eventually he became a normal worker, becoming a employee for a company that deals with sportswear for children. Despite finding there to be pain in working with things that reminded him of what he wanted and had he nevertheless found that he had nothing else to go for. For a person like him whose thoughts all centered around the past the idea of going for something brand new and starting all over simply did not come to him. Like a wraith living in the past.

Eventually in the present day he came to Riversfield as part of a business trip, one that is coming to a close as something new comes to force itself on the one who never moved on.

Skills:

Hand-eye coordination (degraded): Once a rising star in the baseball scene, Krauss's ability to react, and coordinate his body with himself and mind is higher than most individuals. Even out of practice this ability that is hardly used in his normal life

Good throwing accuracy and speed (degraded): Intent blends in with ability. While hardly anything that approaches a supernatural ability, the knowledge of his capability and his ability to enact his plans in terms of throwing objects, especially baseballs is definitely that which can be recognized as a skill befitting one that could have reached the realm of a famous pro.

A Fine Knowledge on Bad Alcohol:Depression leads to drinking. Hardly a connoisseur, it's more that one is numb to the taste of alcohol and has built a tolerance that those who drink not for the pleasure of the drink itself, nor socially have.

Education: Nothing beyond a standard highschool education. Many facets were perhaps a bit skimped on, or otherwise degraded overtime however.

-Malus: Old injuries left from the accident leave him easily short of breath, and his chest with aches. Stamina is hardly a strength of Krauss in these days.


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