Name: ???

Nickname: "Ariel"

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Powers/skills: Running, jumping, fishing, hunting, shooting, hiding, surviving. Able to call upon a [i]Sweet Warm Wind[/i] to augment his already impressive agility and speed. This wind can lighten loads and can also be used to attack.
 
Weakness(es): The wind isn't his to control, but his partners. If they become separated he can't use it anymore. He has a fear of spirits and a weakness to the smell and taste of alcohol, which make him terrible ill. His right shoulder is much weaker than his left, so he favors his left side. 

Species: Human

Appearance(s): A short boy with a runners build, deeply tanned with short, curly blond hair and green eyes. His body is covered with old scars and bite wounds, including a circle of tooth marks that ring his left eye and continue down his cheek before disappearing under his ear. His right shoulder is a mess of scar tissue, as though his arm had been popped off and then crudely reattached many times. He favors wearing long pants or overalls, long sleeved shirts, and a wide brimmed hat when outside. Most of it looks like its been extensively modified, cut and sewn to make it fit someone of a much smaller size. When outside he usually has a long red shawl wrapped around his neck and shoulders. 

From(TV show, book, movie, game, OC, etc): OC

Personality: A skittish sort filled with nervous energy, his posture evokes the image of an alert rabbit primed to run for his life.

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A fearless boy from a far off logging town of Shoggy Creek who'd spend his leisurely days hunting and camping on the mountains surrounding his home, until one day when he got befuddled by a sickly sweet wind and wandered up a twisting path to the forbidden Mt. Bald Head. There, waiting to trap him, was The Old Man of the Mountain. 

The Old Man was a powerful spirit folk, huge like a thunderstorm, red faced, with craggy fists like an avalanche and a beard of sharp hooked briers. He hunted great dire animals up on Mt. Bald Head and commanded the Ill Winds that occasionally blew down from there, bringing all manner of weird occurrence to the surrounding countryside. But he was a lazy spirit who spent most his time drunk, asleep, or both, and it was well known that he wouldn't take the time to bother anyone that didn't set out to bother him. Except if he needed something.

He did need something. He'd been watching the boy and he liked how good he could handle himself around the woods. He liked how fast he ran, how he could hide where no one could find him, how he knew what and what not to eat to live out there. In fact, he was so impressed he was going to give the boy a job. The boy was going to be the playmate of the Old Mans hundred children. The old one, he explained, had gotten all worn out and was starting to bore them. With nary another word the Old Man scooped the boy up and put hung him in his beard, carrying him away to his cave at the top of the mountain. 

The children, which he'd produced with all manner of ill wind that blew around the Mt. Bald Head, had inherited every ounce of his evil nature but none of his laziness. There was only one game that would get them out of the cave to let the Old Man drink in peace. They called it [i]Chase[/i], and it became the boys life. Every day he'd be set loose on the mountain at sunrise, and the children set out to catch him. Whoever did got to do whatever they wanted with him for the day, which usually set them to fighting well into the night before they slunk home for supper. Then the old man would take the boy, put him back together again, lay him up in a hole in the cave floor, and feed him a special elixir that would give him the energy for the next day no matter how badly he'd been banged up. 

This went on, day in an day out for who knows how long, until the day he was caught by Ariel. Ariel was different from the others. She was the youngest of them, the daughter of an unusual sweet wind that blew past the mountains maybe once in a thousand years, and managed to carry her mothers nature even being raised among all this foulness. She was also very fast, the fastest of the whole bunch, but she never tried to catch his for fear of her siblings anger. One day though, after he took a particularly nasty stumble that would have sent him tumbling off the mountain that would have left him broken outside the Old Mans domain, she surged past the others to catch him. Then, in defiance of the tussling tug of war that normally ensued, she carried him away. All day and all night they moved together, well out of the reach of her siblings grasping claws. They did it till morning when the Old Man called them in for breakfast, and the children all grumbled their way home about how Ariel had spoiled their game. But amidst the grumbling the boy and Ariel spoke in hushed whispers.

That nest night the boy let himself be caught easily, right outside the front door, and the fight that ensued kept the Old Man awake all day and ensured he'd be sleeping soundly all night. He had to sleep soundly, because in the night Ariel tip toed out of bed, gathered up her fathers Useful Things, and hid them in a hollow log in the woods. Then, when it came time to Chase, she shot ahead of the others and grabbed the boy before anything. Together they sprinted off down the mountain, gathering up the useful things, and ran until Mt. Bald Head was nothing but a distant shadow echoing with screams of anger and disappointment.
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Other:

-To make sure he could never go home the Old Man stole Arial's real name and scattered it to the four corners of creation using the ill winds. Because they're always together he just goes by hers.

-Useful things:
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[*] A tent that, on the inside, is a full hunting lodge with a bedroom, guestroom, larder, and big wood fire stove.
[*] An axe that can split anything made of wood with a single strike.
[*] A broom that sweeps all by itself. 
[*] A rifle that never needs to be reloaded. When fired its bullets curve once to seek the heart of their target. 
[*] A bottle half full of the Old Mans magic energy elixir.
[*] The Red Shawl, actually Ariel the Wind's old bed and clothes. If she has to she can use it to take on the form of a human, but she doesn't like too. Spends most of her time hiding herself within its folds. 
[*] A Dr. Pepper. Has no idea where the Old Man got this strange canned drink, but Ariel insisted the Old Man had been saving it for a special occasion.
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Current Location: A lush forest