Name: Koda Uranikenshin<br/><br/>Age: appearance age of 17 or 18<br/>real age unknown<br/><br/>Race: Druid (magic based creatures similar to elven or nymph, who specialize in various magic usually nature based but not unheard of for the occasional necromancy just very rare)<br/><br/>Appearance: wears black jeans made of a softer material while still being jeans. Has a black tank on that frames his torso perfectly. usually has a black trenchcoat or a black or black and red hoodie on when out in the sunlight.<br/><br/>Pic:<a class="postlink" href="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu297/fantastka55/Cloud.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Weapons/Magic/Skills: Spirit based magic.<br/>Summoning ghosts/spirits<br/>Seeing ghosts/spirits<br/>Talking to ghosts/spirits<br/>Allowing others to see "his" ghosts/spirits.<br/><br/>Bio/Background: Koda was born to a mother who was the specialist in healing magic and a father who specialized in nature based magic. When his mother first saw her son talking to himself she immediately thought him crazy. He has always been able to see and talk to the ghosts or spirits. There came a day when his powers spiked at around eight in human years and his family was allowed to see the ghost which he was talking to. He spends much of his time in the graveyard where he feels accepted and understood. His own family never understood him and his fascination with the dead. Even now at family reunions he feels misunderstood. His mother would rather believe him crazy then handle the fact he dealt with ghosts. Even amongst humans he is looked at as weird or as a freak. The spirits in graveyards treat him normal and accept him despite how strange it is he sees and talks to them. He isn't used to interacting with the living because most of the living is afraid of him or thinks negative things about him. So he is a bit reclusive and he doesn't mind being that way. He is quiet natured and only talks when he has something to say or directly addressed by a living person. He prefers holding conversations with spirits because then he doesn't feel misunderstood. He can be himself.<br/><br/>He ran away numerous times over the years but always went back hoping he could get his family to love him. His family after awhile gave him to his aunt and uncle who were pure humans. Life with them wasnâ€™t easy either. They too thought him crazy and his aunt even called him an evil freak. He was sent back to his parents when he had the appearance age of 14. After which he ran away when his father offered to let him be sacrificed by a passing nomads group. He went far away and relocated to a new town. Still the humans found him a freak. Thought him crazy as he looked like he was talking to himself. Now he travels around trying to belong and searching for a place to be accepted and not viewed as a freak.<br/><br/>Personality: Sweet, Caring Kind, Compassionate, A bit withdrawn (reclusive), Patient, Hard to piss off which usually pisses other people off<br/><br/><br/>Koda wore a black hoodie on him. Covering his hair and shadowing much of his face. He left his clothes at the hotel in which he was staying. He often left the hotel and went straight to the graveyard. Lately though whenever he went there people stopped and made jokes. Threw mean comments his way. So when talking with an older ghost from back in the early 400s he learned that there was a forest in which there had once a long time ago been a graveyard. He needed to get away from people for a while. He still house a bruise on his arm from some older guys jerking and shoving him around. It would heal but the fact he was treated like he was crazy and a freak was something he was used to. He was even used to harsh words and silver tongued speakers. He was not used to people beating him up over it.<br/><br/>He needed to get away from the humans for a while. He loved going into places like forests and meadows because most people tended to avoid them by themselves. Especially at night. Which was why he was heading towards the forest now. To get away from people. To find this graveyard hidden within this forest. He would make new ghost friends. He often slept in a graveyard. On the ground or curled up on the step of a mosueluem or tomb. In fact he was outside in a graveyard more than inside in a bed. He felt safer and more at ease with spirits. They never judged him. They treated him normal despite the fact he saw them and could interact with them. He tripped over a raised root and hit the ground. Sitting up and shook it off. Beginning to walk again. The forest actually looked quite haunting in itself.<br/><br/>Some of the trees held no leaves on them at all. All natural skeletons. Not that skeletons bothered him. In fact not a lot of things that scared most bothered him. He had seen extremely gruesome looking ghosts who were the sweetest people you could ever meet. Even if they were dead people. He snapped from his thoughts when he heard the voice of a little girl ghost.<span style="font-style: italic">Hey mister...what you doing out here all by yourself?</span>He looked at her. She was probably only eight years old. Give or take a year or two. "I'm looking for the graveyard in the forest. Could you help me find it?" He asked with a smile. The ghost seemed to look at him and nod.<span style="font-style: italic">Sure mister. I'll take you there. Its not far.</span><br/><br/>Koda took ahold of the offered hand. "What is your name? Mine is Koda." He said with a soft smile. The spirits always brought him a sense of happiness.<span style="font-style: italic">Melody. How can you see and touch me mister?</span>Koda rubbed the back of his head. "I've always been able to do these things. I've always seen dead people even when I was a baby. I appreciate you taking me to the graveyard." He said with a smile. Coming into the clearing with the little girl who promptly dropped his hand and skipped off. He looked around. There was so many ghosts. Quite a bit in the trees surrounding this area in the clearing. No..wait. This was a hill...it just had lots of trees surrounding it. He began walking around and introducing himself to the ghosts. They all seemed friendly except for the ghost weilding a deadly looking ghostly axe and wearing a mask covering his entire head. Still he waved at him.<br/><br/>It was late though and he was beginning to yawn. He looked around. The little girl waved him over and he walked over to her. He sat beside her and told her a story when she climbed into his lap. When she fell asleep he placed her back in her grave gently. "Sleep well Melody." He laid down to take a sleep. Melody's grave was directly across from the tomb housing the hell hound. He laid besides Melody's tombstone. He was always more at home with the accepting dead then the hateful living.