<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/pictures/The_wind_by_heise.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>19 (human years)<br/>Mysterious Male<br/><br/>It was a cold and icy twilight. A young man of nineteen walks on the air like it was made up of invisible steps and pathways. It was cold yet the air barely touched the boy's pale skin. His hair was long and the color of a black or navy blue rose. His eyes were a soft blue color that was close to being grey. He was wearing a long kimono tied around the waist. His form was slender and petite. He walks through the air slowly. Taking his time. He had no reason to hurry. Nor was he sure he even had a reason to still exist. He'd recently lost the woman he loved to a meaningless war.<br/><br/>The young man sighs as he remembers the day he'd gone to visit her only to find her dead in a pool of her own blood. He looks from the past to the present. Even though his mind kept trying to dwell on the past. He was searching. Searching for a reason to exist once more. He'd sworn it would never be because of love for another. He continues his journey through the sky and clouds. Watching as he comes to a rest on a cloud. Watching boredly as snow begins to drift slowly downwards towards the ground.<br/><br/>With a decision made in his mind, he reappears on the ground. Walking towards the nearest city. A city ruled by a woman who he knew nothing of. Nor did he wish to. He enters the city and begins to walk aimlessly around. Searching still for that reason or purpose for which he would exist for. He craved love yet feared to love again. For each time he had, he'd lost the one he'd loved.<br/><br/>He wishes hard with his entire being for a reason to exist. For a reason to appear to which he'd have a purpose to continue his lonely existance. Hoping and waiting for a sign to appear to tell him what his next path through fates journeys would be.