Name: Gaven Lewis<br/>Age: 23<br/>Gender: Androgynous<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Physical Description: 5'11, white skin, dark brown medium length hair, brown eyes.<br/>Personality: Reserved, shy, not outgoing and is often too afraid to speak his mind but opens up a bit more once he gets to know someone.<br/>Anything else: He is highly intelligent, although sometimes he lacks common sense.<br/><br/>He awoke on top of the cold earth, covered in some kind of thick, ectoplasm like liquid.  Unclothed, he lay there, shivering from the cold night breeze that washed over him.  The trees where so tall that they appeared to bend together as they neared the sky from where he was positioned.  They swayed slightly in the gentle wind, some pine needles falling from it's branches and landed on his face, sticking to the slimy fluid puddle on and around him.  He made out the pungent, but not at that terrible smell of pine as he sat up on the moist dirt below him.<br/><br/>His head throbbed and he felt dizzy, even a little sick.  Resisting the urge to vomit where he sat, he looked down at his arm, sifting the slime between his fingers before, with much effort, and nearly falling twice, getting to his feet.  He brushed the dirt off his back, backside, and legs as best he could (which was not much given the sticky consistency of the fluid) hoping to at some point find a river or stream to clean it off.  At this point he was not concerned with the fact that he did not know where he was, instead his mind seemed to stay on the fact that he was cold, naked, and covered in God knows what.  He had to find a water source and create a fire, hopefully clothe himself and then seek help, unsure how someone would respond to a completely nude young man, covered in dirt and slime in the middle of the woods.