(please include yours in your next post ^ _ ^)<br/><br/>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 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/><added in based on story><br/><br/>He left the city behind and went searching for a more reclusive place to hang out. Finding one in the middle of the forest. It was an old graveyard thriving with spirits of all kinds. From the good to the bad. He had met over the years a woman named Christine. She took him under her wing and treated him like family. Now that he was reunited with her he stays with her at the castle or sleeps in the graveyard. Sometimes in the castle itself. He has yet to leave the one living person not to treat him like a freak.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Koda stood in the graveyard again. Unmoving as he listened the rustling of the spirits within it. It was a very old graveyard. The spirits it held as old or older still. Some even had unmarked graves. It fascinated him the facts you could learn about a piece of land just from the spirits who resided there. He had been staying here for almost three years now. Christine having welcomed him into her home slash place of business. Now he stayed there. He felt more at home in the graveyard. He was living but he belonged with the nonjudgmental. With people who understood him and accepted him. He never fit in amongst the living. A living who can't coexist with other living...it was bitter irony. A fleshie who lived with spirits of all kinds. Go figure.<br/><br/>He heard murmering of a newcomer or maybe it was the return of an oldcomer...whatever the case the graveyard was thrumming with excitement. He glanced in that direction. There was a woman who was strange yet different. She seemed to know Christine and his godmother seemed to know her. As she dismissed his presence so he dismissed hers. Resuming a conversation in latin with an extremely ancient ghost. Sitting on a mosuleum and just relaxing there. He stopped talking and glanced towards the castle. They had gone inside. "Such an odd woman. I knew momma Christine dealt with weapons but never seen anyone seek her out this far into the woods." He said to a ghost. A child of about eight. "Want me to go spies on them?" The little girl asked. He chuckled a bit. "If you'd like." He said. She vanished in a swirl of mist and went to do so. He continued sitting there until the sunlight began rising. He was more of a night owl.<br/><br/>He decided to sleep in the bedroom "tonight" which was really morning. He headed inside and heard that Momma Christine had been gossiping again to the tall woman. "When does Momma Christine not have the gossip bug?" He said in amusement. Going with the little girl ghost following him. She usually slept beside him whether it was in the graveyard or in the bedroom. Some days she didn't but apparently the little girl wanted company for she joined him. He crashed as soon as his head hit the pillow. Falling into a sleep with the icy form of the ghost girl beside him. He didn't mind it though. He only woke when the sun began setting and his body registered the cold figure beside him had left. Leaving the room after showering and changing into another black outfit. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed food. Eating it at the table. Then left. He began wandering around the castle before aiming to head to the graveyard once more. It was where he felt most at ease.