Name: Joseph Faltz<br/><br/>Age: 22<br/><br/>Personality: Miscievious, panicky, paranoid, unsociable, values nature and subtlety<br/><br/>Appearance: Dark Brown shoulder-length hair, dark blue eyes, wears a lighter brown long-coat and fedora<br/><br/>Weapon: Dual Daggers, Bow<br/><br/>An autumn breeze swept leaves of every hue across the dense wilderness as Joseph stumbled over the rough terrain on his way back to camp. Given that the night was dark and the ground was uneven, the trip consisted of several faceplants and whispered curses. Had he not wandered off from the rest of his camp to sight-see, he would wouldn't be in this mess. No, he didn't wander off, they left him. That had to be it. His legs couldn't move him forever though, he needed a place to rest. He hid himself underneath the branches of a tall tree. It took him hours to nod off, as he started to panic at the slightest rustle of leaves or at the smallest gust of wind, but eventually, he did nod off.<br/><br/>Joseph jerked his eyes open. The land he saw before him was strange and unorthodox to him. Three figures stood over in the middle of a field one of them wildly flinging tons of random objects all over the place. Joseph scurried up behind one of them as silently as he could.<br/><br/>He whispered, "Wh-what is this? Who are you?" his voice filled with panic.<br/>He then noticed a sea monster in the nearby lake and screamed loudly into the person's ear.