Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-7203512-20160530045253

Name: Aelwin Hawksly

Gender: Male

Race: Breton

Weapons: Rusty Steel Shortsword

Armor: Leather Jerkin & Boots, Torn Hood

Appearance: 6'4 feet tall teenager, somewhat skinny w/ long black hair & black spots on his skin.

Lore Skill: Immortals

Bio: Aelwin used to live in a castle in High Rock, expected to be a successor to then-current ruler, but was banished from court after being framed for treachery. He lived as an outcast after eventually contracting a deadly disease, which caused necrosis of parts of his skin and occasional coughing of blood. Aelwin died shortly thereafter.

~

Everything went black.

Wakey wakey!

A sweet voice called out to Hawksly, as he slowly opened his eyes one after another; his right eye did not seem to hurt. His heart beat to the enchanting rhythm of the drums on the ground floor, and it felt like everything moved in perfect harmony; the house retainers busy with their chores, the girl running and jumping around his bed, the clinks of swords outside on the training fields. Aelwin slowly rose up to see the girl, the very girl from the nightmares that haunted him in Undeath.

"Sis... I..." he uttered, before stopping abruptly, as his voice sounded soft and young. He leapt out of the bed in haste as he ran towards the sink. The silvery reflection revealed a smooth, silky face, that of a young boy.

"What's wrong, brother?" the girl said as she gave him a few swift pats on the back and rushed downstairs, laughing, "Dinner's ready, sleepyhead!"

Aelwin took a few steps down the stairs after he had put on his shirt. Barefoot, he carefully examined his legs and feet, checking if he had any gangrenes, yet his skin was pristine.

"What the fuck..." Hawksly whimpered.

"Hey! No swears!" his sister responded, before a flick made its way to Aelwin's forehead.

"Ow! That hurt!" Aelwin yelled, but the girl's laughs were a lot louder.

"Being a little crybaby, huh? Ha! Mother! Mother!.. Candice!"

Candice!

Candice!

Aelwin is being a bad, bad boy again!

Visions of rotting flesh in a time lapse flashed before Aelwin's eyes, echoing whispers tickling his numb ears like a breeze.

Boy's not being swallowed by murk...

No...