So this was interesting now wasn’t it?
After a brief foray at some military academy, the need to explore and wander struck, and so, it was high time that he left, destined for only fate knew where. Without a map, without a care, and without any particular sense of direction, he was going to find what was out there. It didn’t take him long of course, until he found himself at a strange country, one that he himself had been warned to stay away from. They didn’t like his kind that much apparently. Not wraith though, just magic users, people who used magic, or had certain traces of magic to them...and well, as a Wraith, he was a being that was completely comprised of magic.
It started with a skeleton of any dead person. From there, the essences were added. Ice, Life, and of course, there was the soul. All of them had to come together and attach themselves to the core of the skeleton. With a soul, a mind, consciousness, thought and idea, it would all form and create a new being, a Wraith. Once a man, woman, now just a being who walked the land as a skeleton. They covered themselves of course with a living robe, one that would respond to their thoughts and simply do what they wanted. The cloak would form a symbiotic bond with the host, getting the energy it needs to live, and providing the Wraith with some sort of cover.
A match made in a strange hellish process.
Fitting really.
This particular Wraith was special. He could change himself BACK into a human.
Grasping at the last bit of his humanity, he could form skin, cover and meld the strange gauntlets of metal and ice that stuck to his hands, and form an actual human body. It was a strange to see, as the Wraith would lose the robe’s symbiotic powers and it would become a simple cloth. However, that wasn’t the most amazing thing about this Wraith. He wasn’t destined to be of ice, fire, death, or any other element. Instead, he was destined to be...bad luck. Bad and good luck really, but mostly it was bad luck that would become of this being. A field of energy able to influence luck itself...
He was a karmic slap to anyone. Good people would be struck down, but in the act of fair balance, if they received bad luck from him, they would also incur good luck. One might break their leg, but they might also meet a very cute healer who was into them. It was all about balance.
Now this Wraith had been practising for many years, trying to hone his powers and focus it in one simple place, stopping him from doing any real harm to anyone. He was good at it, but there were times when he forget himself and there would be a lot of trouble then.
Warily he entered the small town, it was dusk, slowly the light was fading in the horizon, and he was slowly able to relax more. He hadn’t dared stop in any town during the day. People would get a much better look at this man, and then, well, it would just be trouble, now wouldn’t it? Right now he was in his human form, and dead on his feet. Had he stayed in Wraith form, he could have just hovered, but no, he had to do this damned thing on foot. His once groomed hair was a mess, covered with a bit of mud and sweat, sticking up at odd angles. A pale face was flushed as he huffed along, trying his best to keep going. His mind said to keep going, but his feet told him to just drop and sleep.
His crimson red long sleeved shirt was like someone had cut a robe in half, keeping the upper half as a shirt, hood and all, while discarding the lower half. His pants, a forest green were covered with a bit of grime and dirt, a few rips and snags here and there from the forests he travelled. Luckily his hiking boots stayed intact, that was always a good thing. He looked down to them, his eyes, each a different colour, one being a bright and cheery red, the other being a soft grey, almost white colour stared at them carefully. Dirty, his boots were dirty. He felt like a mess. A bath could really help.
Making his way to the nearest inn, he burst in quickly, leaning heavily on the wooden counter as he caught his breath. Oh thank Vec, he would be able to rest! “I need...I need...a bath.� He spoke between gasps, his voice a breathless mess and naught more than a loud whisper as he tried to conserve strength. “Yes sir...upstairs, take this key. Last door on your left.� Money and keys were exchanged, and the young man was off, heading upstairs to get a bath going. At least they were kind enough to put a nice long plumbing line up here to pump some water. After a while of getting water, heating it, and filling the tub, he relaxed in it. Of course, the hot bath only served to make his flushed face even redder.
By the time the young man left the tub, it was almost frozen. Indeed one could see that there was ice trying to form on the dirty water. He trekked back downstairs, handing the key over and demanding, nicely of course, a meal. Ah. Something other than...hell...what had he eaten over the past few days? Must have had something...he couldn’t remember and he really wasn’t sure he wanted to either. Must not have been that good for him.
With a voracious hunger gnawing at him he dug into the simple meal of roast, a bit of gravy, half a potato and some bread. It wasn’t much but for him it was a feast. Damn this whole sticking country. No magic, no wraith form, nothing! He had to get out of this human body, and he had to get out of it now! After finishing his meal he escaped out to the alleyways, where instantly he pulled the hood of his shirt up over his head. The skin would melt away from his body, letting metal gauntlets form where his hands were, his face seeming to disappear, leaving only pure glowing eyes, one red, one grey, staring without pupils. Small wisps of fog began to seep from around the hem of his pants, as if they were leaking from his body itself, which they technically were.
“Ah by Vec this is wonderful.� His was in euphoria, his voice full of pleasure and ecstasy, and after a few minutes of loitering in this form, he slowly slipped back into his old human self. Good. Now it was time to see if he could find a healer still open. His leg was hurting at the back, he was almost sure that he had hyper extended it or something, but maybe a healer here might have a good tonic or even a pressure wrapping. As he stepped from the alleyway he began to look about. It had finally slipped to night, or at least, it was trying to, and he had to find a healer that was still open. They must have been...it wasn’t that late. So he began his trek, asking a few people in the streets who still lingered for directions. Something about a doctor, Pal had been paying more attention to their clothes than anything. But they pointed the way, so he was off. Hopefully he’d be able to find this...doctor person before it got too late.