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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
IS SHE ACCEPTED OR NOT.

Free... don't scream at me.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Im just gonna give you guys the benefit of the doubt and say the second post is a collab.

Yes it is.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
I was talking about Alaira...

Sorry, little scattered brained. We've got an idea in the making for her. *unibrow*

The Library

chukklehed said
i have something to say.*cough*that is all.

:P

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Prologue

Tiien had been lost in winter’s grip for a month now. Crisp white snow blanketed the ground, hiding flowers and once green grasses from the bitter winds that swirled about the air. Chill nipped at Cedric’s nose while his fingers, numbed now, held his cloak tightly against his thin body as he seemed to lose more warmth by each second long he was outside. A blizzard, harsh and unmerciful had crept in past his poor watch and now had left him to fight the frozen elements themselves. Sadly, he was only human. A losing one when pitted against the wind’s fury. Unable to turn back, his fingers tightened what little feeling they had about his cloak and dragged himself onwards through the high snowdrifts. Each step sank into the ground, the drifts brought up to his knee, to farther dampen his once dry boots. The gale lashed and pulled at his dogged form desperate for shelter which seemed to be lost from his intended path.

His bright blue eyes shifted ahead to spot a faint yellow light within reach. It seemed a ways out from his location but the only shelter he had seen for hours and he feared the last chance to escape the storm. His sigh misted the air with the heat of his breath at his luck. There wasn’t much a choice in the matter as he pushed the pack farther upon his shoulder, his foot shoved forwards where it made a soft crunch and he redoubled his efforts to his goal. Twice he nearly fell into the banks but each time he managed to remain upright. It wasn’t until he stared at the door had Cedric realized he was right at the cabin door, ready to knock. Cold fingers curled up to pound any sort of life back into his hand.

Thump, thump, thump.

Every vibration from his knock had dusted flurries off his cloak’s sleeve while he stood there, his arms wrapped about his small form. The winter seemed to mock the young man and his feeble tries to keep warm. Beyond the door, he heard boots started to shift and footsteps that grew louder, their path paved for his direction. A small glimmer of hope had sparked within his chest. Through the time worn shutter’s cracks passed a shadow, the figure then passed by to open the door and revealed the woman.

Age spots and wrinkly skin hinted she was well into her years; the woman’s stature caused Cedric to look down and examine her. She was fragile and small, even under the large bear skin that folded over her shoulder that trailed behind her while her eyes rose to look at him. Despite the slight haze that had filmed over the irises, he could still see the deep, brown traces within the irises. Her steady voice made his body jump at the sudden sound when she inquired his reasons for being at her door. “Who are you and why are you out in such weather?”

“I-I’m s...s...s…sorry ma’am, but I was t-t-tr-traveling from Eania and s…s...seemed to gotten turned about when the b-b-blizzard arr….arriv..arrived, “ Cedric began through chattered teeth for only a bit until his voice gathered strength. “I-I-I was hoping to board here for the night…that is until the storm had passed?”

The woman frowned at him. Her mind seemed to size him up and think on his request after she weighed the risk, not bothered to move away. Cedric didn’t blame her yet he couldn’t help but feel a slight frustration built in his heart. As far as he was concerned, he didn’t look the part of a robber or bandit. And likely any criminal would’ve had the sense not to go mucking about in this sort of weather in the first place. After what seemed to be the longest time in his life, the woman’s head motioned for him to enter then stepped back into the cabin. Appreciation was fixed on his quavered jaw and Cedric had needed little coaxing, his body pulled into the heat quick followed by abruptly shut door behind him. In a short time the young man had stripped himself of his many layers and was soon seated by the flames within the fireplace. It wasn’t long before he could once more feel his skin, the cold chased away by the warm glow. At the sound of the woman’s approach Cedric raised his head to see her hold out a metal cup to him and gratefully took it.

“Thank you…” He said, waited for the contents, a murky soup, to cool. His eyes turned to watch the woman pull up another chair and let her figure to settle beside him, aimed to share the heat.

“It’s a wondered you’re getting warm at all. The fire’s lowered a bit.” She replied, his gratitude casted off as immediately she snapped her fingers at the hearth.

It happened suddenly. One moment his eyes studied the woman, confused by her, and then fire took his attention. It popped and whooshed into a furious blaze. Startled, Cedric’s arms rouse to protect his head. His chair flew back before it clattered to the floor. The impact sent his cup from his hand and broth spatter across the floor. He could see the heat of the fire engulf his body. Burned away the flesh, his clothed sizzled into a blackened crisp and felt …nothing. Cedric blinked when he slowly realized something. He wasn’t on fire. His head lifted upright then darted a look at the fireplace. He had half expected the fire to be running amok but instead, its blaze kept in place like an obedient dog. At his side, the woman merely blinked at his reaction. She seemed surprised only to climb upon her feet, her bones creaked and cracked in protest, and pulled to his side.

“You’ve acted as if you’ve never seen pyromancy before-“she observed only to be cut short by Cedric’s exclamation.

“Pyro-what?!?”

“Pyromancy…,” the woman continued, her vowels pronounced slowly this time. She quickly added more at the man’s bewildered look, a withered hand held out to aid him upright, “Mageblood? Magic? Mages…Have you never heard of Twilight College? The mage school?”

The young man shook his head and caused the old woman to take a disappointed breath. A small grunt had escaped her lips when she pulled Cedric onto his feet, her body gingerly returned to stand by the fire with a soft mumble, “What has this world come to when even the young have forgotten the stories of the past?”

“I’m sorry I offend you…it wasn’t my intention.”

Swiftly she waved off his apology then motioned for the chair the man already put back up. Once he sat, she eased his guilt. “It’s not your fault the world has forgotten. What’s the point in apologizing?”

There was a long pause between them. His eyes looked from the wood floor and fixed there, uncertain what to say. His arm leaned across his thigh, only to have his voice break the silence that lingered around them. He leaned closer to the resting woman, his eyes held a familiar glint she had witnessed in many a youth’s eyes. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

The old woman let out a small sigh and pressed her thin lips into a light smile. “Very well… It took me years to gather all the stories of those within Twilight College but I finally managed it. The story begins on the College’s opening day, towards the end of the Summer Solstice when the new flood of students was due to arrive….”

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Blood Act I: ‘Ghosts of the Past’
Location: Twilight College
Time: Noon

The land was a dull, grey and lifeless painting for which the Twilight College stood against the blood red sky. It seemed in time, Djarkel’s cursed lands had affected all jointed areas, including Aerta and Eania, to a lesser extent thanks to enchantments placed, leaving once green lands swallowed and deprived of the rich summer colors it once bore. Summer time was drawing to a close and with it, Rurik’s eminent arrival onto the College grounds nearer. His cart bound to be filled with wares to sell and trade amongst the college students. It was a time most enjoyed when their eyes ogled and awed at the goods from all over Tiien.

It was noon when the enchanted bell, the only means to tell actual time in the school, tolled out with its loud, hollow sound. Students from different ages, background, and races flooded out of their classrooms in the oldest part of the school. Their eyes eagerly sought comrades and friends, chattering their way to the Dining Hall. In the kitchens was a flurry of activity. Many staff, mostly human, set upon their tasks to finish the noon meal’s preparations. Simple stews and roasted meat was being cooked over open fires, chopped variety of fruits to fill platters and morning bread spread out over the large table in a buffet style. It was simple and light due to the festivities to come later tonight: the Twilight’s Opening Feast.

At any scores of students would arrive and flood the College grounds where they would be greeted by a red Esyire. His name was Khan Jevarath, the current head master. Dressed in a white shirt tunic, deer hide breeches, and simple high cut boots, he stood there in silence waiting for the students’ arrival at the ancient iron gates. His odd colored eyes, one brown and other green, causally glanced upwards at the gate keeper. A human, one of the oldest staff, was stationed there and stared into the distance. After what seemed like hours, he let out a holler upon sighting the small group that made their way into the College direction.

“There! They are comin’!” he shouted down to Khan who nodded and replied.

“Alright, raise the gate and let them in, Mathix …”

“Aye, sir…” commented the aged man, his hand gave a signal to guards on the ground.

Quickly their bodies pushed against wooden rods that fitted into a spoke, the wheel rotated and creaked against the men’s strain. The chains had wound upon the center where they overlap about to rise the gates. Soon they began to click clack upward, giving way to the approaching student mass who poured in behind the large stone walls. Students from all races, Esyire to human, Wood Elf to dwarf and more were chattering among themselves while the last managed to clear the entrance and enable Mathix to shut them. Once the Iron Gate closed and the arrival’s talking had died, the Esyire spoke.

He had withdrawn a small smooth stone, a recently created rune, from his belt at his waist. Khan focused a bit of his mage blood into it, on activation, it give his voice an added magnitude and gather the entire group’s attention. “Hello, future mages. My name is Khan Jevarath and I’m the current headmaster of Twilight College.” Soon enough his sober expression softened into a warm smile and continued. “I want to give you a warm welcome to each of you. As you might’ve heard, it’s customary to have an Opening Ceremonial Feast but that is not until later tonight. Until then, feel free to visit the Dining Hall anytime during the day and the staff will be willing to serve you something light to nibble on. Throughout the Feast, each of the teachers will put on a small display of their magic to show what you’re likely to learn while attending the classes. Do bear in mind, it won’t happen overnight but takes years to learn if you chose to. Here at Twilight, we value our students choices and encourage them as long as they don’t harm others within these walls.”

Khan paused, inwardly hoped the message would sink in as he started up again, “Now, we’ll start off with a tour. First off, let’s show you the dorms and allow you to get settled in. If you wish to explore the College then by all means do so before the opening festivities. Anytime you get lost, find a stone statue like this one,” the Esyire gestured with his hand towards a stone gargoyle that sat upon a small stone pillar at least 3 foot tall, “Merely press upon the pedestal then tell it where you would like to be lead to. The gargoyle will spring to life and guide you to where the area begins, unless the area is off limits, and then it will ask if you rather it stay or leave. Be careful though some of these statues have been around for a long time and tend to have developed…personalities.”

At the last bit, Khan seemed to have found it slightly amusing before he finished off his lengthy speech.

“Any questions before I have someone show you to your quarters?”

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Character name:
Coco Bean

Accepted, post it in the CS.

Character name: Colette Filiatraut

One thing I would like you to do is to PM the good Attributes for the GMs, namely cause we can use them and personally aid in our movement of the IC. At least for me it does. XD You're writing and storytelling had drastically improved since Guild Fall and it was charmingly dark story Colette has. Also whatever happened to the vampire that bit her? Did he ever come back or was it a once bite and that’s it type thing? Another thing, which we’ve already talked about, is to add the present location as well to the history unless you and Lucius have plans I’m not aware of?

And, it's Accepted.

Character name: Aruna Mortista, Lady Mortista

One question, how does she know she has the bloodmage at all? She is a hybrid and might’ve not gained it at all, despite having Esyire father. Was there by chance an incident/moment that determined that or maybe she wants to discover if she has it? I would like a few more Good and Bad Attributes in the CS if possible, when unsure then list what ones are in her CS already like her slowness to trust, her paranoia, listening skills, etc. The bottom part is mostly a reference for what’s been said in the CS and what couldn’t be put in.

Character name: Shai Jaikes

Sad to say…yes it is. First off, what’s the favored blood? You left that blank as well as the training, not that it’s important, bit. Now to his bio, here’s some points to consider.

~ What was his childhood like? Was he born then abandoned to freeze or maybe his mother tried to protect him from a rival tribe but died so she never came back then raised by wolves? (Just an example, lol) Did his parents just let him be independent? Where did he grow up at?

~There’s something that don’t add up right with the reason he leaves his life. Namely his loner personality and suddenly, for what I see as no reason at all, he wants to leave his ideal world? Why, what IC reason would there be for him to do that?

~ Another point, what about his life as a thief? How did that come about, it seems slightly just tossed in there, and what reason is it to have it? If he’s only been around animals, I don’t think there’s much use for being a thief, unless he steals eggs or their kills (a dangerous notion). Not to mention that won’t work with Humans, Elves (Snow or Wood), Esyire, Naga, Dwarves, or anyone above animal intelligence…though I would admit it would be funny to see in action.

Final thing, a few more attributes for the Good and Bad section would be nice. Even if it’s been stated in the CS other sections. :p

Character name: Ponders. Mordent. The Twenty-seventh.

As I mentioned before, I trust you. And as agreed on, any OP stuff you know I, Rtron, or Lucius will pound your little PC in dust. :p Other than that, it looks good to me.

Character name: Harvest

I had a little difficulty in reading this, but I managed which I suggest using a spell check program. Unless, like me, it’s a piece of crap then it’s understandable...but still. One thing I would like is more Good and Bad Attributes, relist or make more up then add the reasons in the Bio is my suggestion. Speaking of Bio, I would like more details on her life like what her life was like before her village was destroyed or little something about how she learned of the College. Also, what type of Elf? Is she a Snow Elf or a Wood Elf? From the sounds of her description and evidence of Herbs, it sounds like she’s a wood elf but her height of 4’ 3” would suggest otherwise since most Wood Elves are rather tall when compared to Snow. Not to mention the appearance difference as Snow look as they have been ‘Touched by Winter’ look. Is she a hybrid of the two?

Character name: Jams

Details in the bio about the character’s life would be ideal. Namely why was he exile? Was it because he was half elf, his mage blood had rotted the village’s drying laundry, or maybe he just ended up causing some…unsavory accidents? Also, what was his relationship with Harvest and where does she come in to knowing him? I ask this, namely because they aren’t mentioned to having any prior connections or relationship of any sort. Was she even nice to him before? Another thing, can I request some periods? It’s a little hard to tell one sentence from another if you know what I mean? And little more on attributes, please?

Also fill in Username..

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Seriously, any news on the potential acceptance of my character? I NEED SOME KIND OF FEEDBACK. AND NO I DON'T KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO DO.

Currently we're going over him since there's...many issues Freeshooter. Once we're done going over it, we'll get back to you and provide an IC excuse why Brandt wasn't there. Right now...just wait until you heard from me, Rtron or Lucius. Alright?

Stargate - H.M.S Tempest

Appearance: Due to being born in the UK, Joseph’s appearance takes on what most consider ideal for a well-seasoned physician of his caliber. Thin, lanky body at the height of 5’10” high and dressed in common white coat, crisp black pants, solid color shirt and dress shoes underneath with a plain blue neck tie to finish off his office wear. It’s rare to see him in anything else because like all full time doctors, he’s partially married to his practice. His hair is stringy and white, neatly trimmed into a short cut. On first impression it’s clear by his appearance that Joseph takes pride in his work. In the face people have often described him as an older version of the actor named Bill Nighy with a hooked nose. However, anyone brave enough to say that out loud will earn a rather dark scowl and likely coldness alongside his usual professional demeanor. Through small reading glasses, his eyes are bear brown which at sometimes display certain human softness before it vanishes under the stern expression he’s fixed his face into naturally. It’s rumored that the old man’s face would crack if he ever considered smiling and for most Tempest residents and staff alike, his usual sober mood might very well prove that theory right!

Name: Dr. Joseph M. Sterling

Title: Physician and M.D

Role: Tempest’s Physician/Coroner

Unit: Medical

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Reason chosen for Tempest: Specialist in his field of medical treatment and critical care with a side degree as a coroner during his younger days. He is among the best to bandage, repair, prescribe, and whatever is necessary to ensure the death toll be minimal. Yet don’t expect him to be a god when it comes to saving life because in a situation like being onboard the Tempest or even on earth, he can’t guarantee there will never be life lost. That’s not how reality works.

Personality:

Here are some key traits which define Joseph’s personality over all, but they are subject to changes over time and IC development. It depends on the current pressure of how strictly he follows them and I might add more, for the time being these are the main ones.

Pride- Joseph takes a professional pride in his career and knows fully what he’s doing when it comes to the crew’s wellbeing. He rarely takes kindly to those who attempt to ‘best’ him at his own line of work; especially upstart interns that tend to take the more modern and hastier ways out when it comes to their patients. This doesn’t mean he’s outdated when it comes to medicine in the current age but prefers to take a slightly longer route, getting the job done right the first time despite how much time it consumes in the process. It doesn’t help he’s got a fondness for old fashion methods and sometimes scoffs at new ideas, unwilling to try them until needed. It also includes punctuality, good timing, and jeweled efficiently with one’s own job when it came to working alongside him. Sadly there are very few people that can fit his ideal worker but then again, he would likely still give them his ‘charming’ nature.

Gruff nature- Joseph’s social skills can be rather lacking compared to his young intern days. It seems long hours, the occasional patient death, his own personal hardships, and old age all could’ve played a factor in his present personality. Without hard evidence, these are mere speculations. One of the key traits is the fact he doesn’t like (though will when told to) working with others on what he views as minuscule tasks like routine appointments, paper/document work or examination of a corpse. Large tasks, namely in the case of surgery, he’ll tolerate aid from interns and other doctors yet it’s unlikely he’ll stand for professional sloppiness. Especially when a life is on the line, his temper held back until the opportune moment when the critical situation is over. Then he will bluntly remain either do one of two things: chew said problematic doctor verbally or give a rather cold shoulder. This often depends on the rank and severity of the event, either way he can manage to make even people his own age feel like a horse’s ass when it comes to others stepping on his toes in his own expertise. It is safe to say, he doesn’t go looking for a fight or aim to pick one just to rough up some feathers.

Kind Heart- Despite his gruff personality, Joseph is known to show rare acts of kindness and compassion when it comes to his patients. Mainly if he understands the pain well enough, this trait is shown in privacy and on his own time. Though he might complain about it, the good doctor tends to go beyond the call of duty just to complete a thorough and well done job in healing. This was a high factor causing him to be sought after to be aboard the Tempest’s maiden voyage, among others including passing the required psyche test. Another sure sign of this existing heart is found during his alone time, be it in the morgue readying the body for a funeral/storage/ autopsy or working on paperwork, as often classical music of unknown origins can be heard playing in the background.

Short Biography:

Joseph M. Sterling was born in a Morgantown Hospital in West Virginia. His parents were a Scottish man by the name of Sean MacLonn and his recent beloved, a southern belle called Francine Sterling. They met in Scotland and had planned to become engaged but Sean asked too much from her, thus it never happened. It wasn’t until she had gotten back to the State, she learned she was pregnant. Naturally Sean was notified soon after and it wasn’t until Joseph was five years old did he meet his father again, at least face to face. It was during a trip to Scotland when the man came to pick him and his mother from the airport during the summer. Needless to say Joseph was immediately scooped up and tossed upon the strong man’s shoulders. Throughout his life, the boy would spend much of his childhood traveling from nation to the other because both parents were too stubborn to compromise, even for a child they loved.

For most of his childhood Joseph spent his life in American with his mother’s family at Morgantown, WV, but in the summer time he would remember his days being lazy at his father’s estate where often the business tycoon would be absent. Joseph didn’t blame him, even when he grew older and in his earlier adolescence he had developed a fascination with fencing. He enjoyed the complex movements with his sabre, the possibilities to out move and think his competition seem endless in his utter focus and quick mind. It also helped he was near genius level in his IQ at 162 score though despite what most thought, it didn’t mean he knew everything or aimed to pretend he did. Merely he focused on key things and did them well.

It was at sixteen when something terrible happened and ruined his early goal to ever become an Olympic fencer. He was working a summer job, despite his father’s disapproval, when he slipped from a high area then plummeted into the ground below. It damaged his back, crippling him as he lost usage of his legs for a time. They said he would be able to walk again…but any exertion like those required in extreme sports or harsh fencing training could end up tearing the nerves and possibly cripple him permanently. To lose a dream before it began was a terrible loss to a man so young. However, this loss set him on a new goal: one of medicine and benefit to man. It was all thanks to a Doctor Hathaway who had sparked the young man’s interest.

Upon returning to America his goals were set in his mind. When he wasn’t in therapy, attempting to regain his legs, Joseph studied his way to become undergraduate for a four year college once he finished high school. For the next 2 years, Joseph worked hard to achieve both goals until he graduated at age 18. For most of his life he spent his time in America but occasionally returned to Scotland to keep in touch with his father. It took him several months but after his application to a high recommended medical college was accepted, he was well on his way. In repentance it seem for the ship yard accident, his father-still an influence when he could manage it from their long distance relationship- had aided Joseph in paying for his school education as well as attending his final free days beginning college in a week.

It was at Morgantown’s very own West Virginia University- the Division of Occupational Therapy where he studied subjects from Calculus to Physics, even English, which led to a love of Eng. Literacy as well as classical music, for four years. Now 22 years old he passed his MCAT though it was only on the second attempt, he suspected the first had been designed to be automatic failure as most his knowledge hadn't changed or improved in round two.

It was during his four years to complete his MD that at 22, he met Elaine, his future wife and around sweet hearted woman. He had a small café to thank for that. It wasn’t planned but just little over two years he found his life farther enriched when she accepted his proposal on bended knee. Life was difficult, trying to be a husband and keep up his studies, and to be honest Joseph was surprised to learn that Elaine was pregnant just before he was due to start residency within one of the local hospitals.

March 14, 1983 was when his son Connor was born and Joseph was thirty-one. Being a father while obtaining his own goals wasn’t easy, juggling was a priority and often a heartbreaking task. It only got worse after Elaine’s death five years later. The combination of a drunk driver and slick, snowy had made a disaster had ruin their lived. Elaine was on her way to pick up Connor at his grandmother’s then swing by for her husband. On impact, the man was killed immediately but Elaine was set in critical condition and rushed to nearest hospital: her husband’s. It was nightmare for him to see the woman he expected to pick him being the victim rushed through those emergency room doors; something seemed to snap within him. It wasn’t long when colleges realized who the victim was and managed to prevent Joseph from being in the operating room. A long night of wait had come for the Sterlings, the son and his grandmother arrived after his father’s call, until the dreadful news delivered round midnight.

Three years passed when another grim event had occurred. Joseph’s mother was diagnosed with a degenerative brain disease, one that affected memories, and there was little known cure or prevention. Unable to leave his eleven year old alone, Joseph was left with little options as his father made the suggestion to move to Gasglow. With his mother’s family holding his responsible for her death and his mother’s declining health, there was little choice. Then again it provided a fresh start for everyone at least. Making the arrangements, his father smug and pleased, and the Sterling family had moved into Scotland. For the following years Joseph still did his practice while Connor got to know his grandfather, both taking care of Francine who week by week started to lose more and more of her past. It wasn’t until a year ago that Joseph was approached for project of usual proportions. When his father asked him if he was considering it, Joseph became suspicious until the old man finally revealed what little he knew and fact he had suggested his own son for it! After a long conversation, Joseph agreed to become part of the medical staff for this project on two conditions: an untouchable fund is created for his family, filled by his pay and that he’s not assigned as head of his department. Despite his high credentials, Joseph didn’t like the stress or strain the position would have on him.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Luna said
I will make sure I tell her that

I'll get to the CS I've yet to do tonight, and on a note, Rtron and Lucius, which have you approved to date? So I'm not scrambling around the OOC like a chicken with my head cut off.

On a side, note, the rooster is getting full as of now so I'm going to be capping off acceptance soon. Likely those that have made interest known in either a PM or OOC will the only other CSes I will accept now, though I can't say the same for Rtron and Lucius. I much rather not have too many PCs to keep track of. XD Anything else that needs my attention will be addressed later tonight.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Konan375 said
Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye. As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it. When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn’t take that long. A few weeks at most. He got there five years later. Not after a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they’d "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?”Leith tried to explain that he wasn’t a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn’t listen. The men took him off the road, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness. He was found and rescued by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. Near the end of Leith’s fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful.

I think most Albino humans have red eyes due to the trait.
Also after reading the OOC and discovering that’s blood that has been jerked from the man’s body, it’s not a go. Mainly because the act, as the others has said, would kill him instantly. Also, what happened the men? Where the beaten off with a stick or what?

Konan375 said
Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is very helpful. He knows a lot about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful.
Bad Attributes: He is very weak physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. He also trusts people too easily.
Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

How did he learn about it? Did he spend a lot of time in a library, place of study, or what?
Also, I would like a few more positives and negatives if you can managed.

Sundered Echo said Character name: Xyden.

Go post him in the CS thread, there Echo, I've already told you about the Tyros thing other then that it is all good.

Free, I'm going to wait until after I've talked to the GMs about Brandt. My mind's...burned right now on Blood and needs a bit of recharge.

Also, Lucius, I'll wait until after Rtron gets his say in before making mine. :p