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[color=000000][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/color]
💀 The Sanctuary.
💀 The Kitchen.

[color=000000][u][b]Interactions[/b][/u][/color]
💀 [@Prosaic]
💀 [@FunnyGuy]
💀 [@Crimson Flame]
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How was an undead boy to answer that question? Devan was kind enough to pitch in, offering Viktor a simple denial, however it wasn’t quite what the two of them were looking for. Casper was a Wraithborn, but how was he going to present that? [color=FFE4C4]”I’m..,”[/color] the phantasmal teen began, frowning softly. Viktor’s question wasn’t insulting, neither did it upset the deathly creature. It would be fair to claim that Casper simply didn’t care enough to react, his skin far thicker than it appeared. [color=FFE4C4]”A ghost..,”[/color] came a shrug, before he brought that drink to his lips and enjoyed another swig. None of these people needed to know the details of what he was, or the process of his creation. [i]Ghost[/i] was a far easier substitute. 

“Can’t you tell from that beautiful personality of his?” Coal chirped. 

Necromancy was a dark, forbidden art, something even the most prominent of mages were wary of, and a magical school few individuals understood. Casper was this very magic given flesh, his mortal frame entirely replaced. It was nothing he could explain, especially to individuals unaware of spellcraft. [color=FFE4C4]”I use magic..,”[/color] the pale creature continued, raising a clawed hand to motion at Zach, where the magician appeared. [color=FFE4C4]”But nothing like him..,”[/color] Casper added. Indeed, Zach and Casper’s magic were vastly different, and one could make the claim that they were nothing alike. 

Those close to the Wraithborn may have noticed that the creature wasn’t breathing, especially someone with Viktor’s training. The boy’s heart was beating, however. Quite odd for an undead being, mimicking life to that extent. Such was the nature of a Wraithborn, Necromancy attempting to reflect life in dark, twisted ways. It was beating at slow, steady pace, never rising, never lowering, a constant rhythm clearly slower than that of a human’s, but enough to maintain a flow of that black blood beneath his flesh. “He still can’t fly, though,” Coal slowly shook his head, “one day this Ghost might be worth his salt, one day.” 

[color=FFE4C4]”It’s fucking hard, okay..?” [/color] Despite Casper’s magical nature, flying was not a simple task. Given enough practice, it very well would be, but he had yet to reach that level. 

“Yes, yes,” the avian commented, flapping its wings before perching atop a curtain rod. “So how would you survive naked and in the wilds, Cassy’?” Beady eyes turned towards the television. "Also, hello, Zachy' Boy. We're watching Naked and Stupid." 

Casper in a survival show? His participation would be cheating, surely. [color=FFE4C4]”If you want a survival test, Coal, we can step into the Spirit World..,”[/color] a small smirk crossed the Wraithborn's lips, revealing shark-like teeth. 

“Don’t even joke about that!” The crow countered, hopping in place atop that curtain rod. “How many things want to kill us there, Cas’!?” 

It took a moment for the ghostly teenager to consider Coal’s question, a claw rising as he counted, followed by another, and a third. [color=FFE4C4]”Three..,”[/color] he returned. Three horrific, spiritual beasts Casper managed to agitate by stepping on their turf. The Weaver, The Wisp, and The Brewer, three monstrous fiends beyond the shore. Three monstrous sisters. 

“And they sure as fuck don’t want to invite us over for tea!” The bird finished, before turning back to the television show.

[color=FFE4C4]”I’m Casper.., as you might have heard. On the field I’m Hex, for what it’s worth..,”[/color] The Wraithborn offered, answering Viktor’s question. In time, they would all know of each other’s powers and capabilities. In time, secrets would reveal themselves.