If you've read it there are only three reference sin the char to skullduggery pleasant. 

The rest will be completely unique. I couldn't resist however.

UserName: Sep, cause Fallen is boring.

Character name: Arcadius 

Age: Unknown

Mageblood type: Lues

Favoured Magic Class: Noxomancy

Previous Magic training: Studied at the college of Aerta, however all that knowledge is now lost.

Race: Originally? Human. Now, he’s missing everything that makes a human human. He’s just a Skeleton.

Appearance:[hider=Image][img]http://www.scamp.ie/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Mortal-Coil-685x1024.jpg[/img][/hider]
6Foot Tall, 1 inch.

Short Bio: Arcadius, who cannot remember his family crest. He fought in the Dark Wars, however he can’t remember what side he fought for completely. He only recalls that he wielded shadows and used them to bring death to other people under orders. Before the war broke out he had been a detective and he remembered more of that than he did off anything else, he remembers being trusted with information and secrets and trying to find solutions to things, and he remembers dieing. 

He doesn’t remember [i]how[/i] he died he just remembers the pain of dying. Something stabbing through his chest, held by someone he knew and that was the annoying thing. He didn’t even know who this person was let alone how he knew them. They had been important, and he had trusted them. That was all he remembered. The next thing he had woken up in a coffin hearing the sound of dirt being piled on top of him. 

Above him were strange runes which he had cursed himself for not knowing however while he could remember using magic he could not remember [i]how[/i] other than the most basics of his arts. Despite this the coffin must have been bound, meaning that no magic could be used on it or inside of it which was bad for him. He tried shouting, the person on the outside either did not hear him or did not care. Everything rotted in the time that past. How much time he did not know, he gave up and he had no way to track the time. No day or night cycle no way to carve in stone so that he could recall. He half expected to die again, in fact he welcomed the thought however his clothes and flesh merely molded and decayed until he was naught but a skeleton. It was very disconcerting at first however eventually he decided it would be an improvement, no more worrying about spots or tidying his hair in the morning. Shaving, definitely no more shaving in his future. Eventually, he didn’t know when he was dug up. Of course no point in shouting if they even spoke the same language as him. He was moved around a lot, he didn’t know why and he got quite cross at none of them for being curious enough to open the lid of the Coffin. It would have been a simple task that enslaved him.

This went on, and on, and on. He merely resided himself to his torture for eternity spent in this box with himself.

Good Attributes: 
- Keen detectives eyes.
- Has no muscles - so doesn’t get tired from running etc.
- No lungs so does not run out of breathe from physical activities/being underwater.
- Versed in Martial Arts.
- Good historical knowledge.
- Light does not affect his sight, he can see just as well in the dark as he can in the light.

Bad Attributes: - Wise Crack, likes to talk and crack jokes that can seem an annoyance to people.
- Despite his condition he still feels pain if he is stabbed (Especially in what would be fatal areas). 
- Due to his extended… isolation it is likely he will have issues getting to grips with interaction again.
- He can be quick to anger, and if he becomes [i]truly[/i] angry he will enter a state where he cannot use magic and [i]has[/i] to resort to physical violence.
- He can’t die by normal means(Which is a curse believe it or not).
- He is hard to hide in a crowd.
- He isn’t very stealthy…
- He isn’t up to date on current history since before the war that lead to his death.

Secret Word: Rebirth, ironic, huh?

Spoke to Fallen about the whole "Skeleton" idea.