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Description
Age: 17
Physical Description: Shoulder length, jet black hair shroud his pale face and neck. Two blood shot eyes stare out from beneath the waves of black locks. A pale youth, he looks almost like a skeleton clothed in a discarded husk. Many scars mar his dungeon prisoner pale skin in lacerating and repeating patterns.
Attire: Skygge wears black leather jeans and bone armor bracer's on his forearms. Over his chest he wears a simple jerkin made of human skin. In the way of shoes he has nothing but bare feet. To finish his look and conceal his hands he wears mail backed gloves.
Personality
A bit of an eccentric/insane person he tends to be wild and crazy.
Equipment
Equipment: He carries a quaterstaff made of petrified wood. On the top of the staff there is the skull of a horned demon, on the bottom end there is a six inch spike that is made out of tempered steel but during the forging was mixed with soot causing it to become blackened.
Powers: Skygge is a master of ressurection and the art of communing with spirits. He only ressurects for some type of payment usually it's for something petty but on occasion he asks for something that is hard to obtain or hard to give. His attack is a simple blast of lightning he can create from his staff.
History
Born into the world his parents tried to immediately sacrifice him to their cult. Luckily, or not so luckily he was saved by the leader and was said to be the messaih. Later in his life he figured out his uncanny ability to bring back the dead and recloused himself in a dark spire with skeletal guards and servants.
Skygge walked along the plains with a long stride as he suddenly stopped sniffing at the air he caught the smell of blood and wandered that way twirling his staff in his left hand with a grin, before he spots someone crawling and hops over to stand in front of it "hey you look like you need help..may I" he gestured to the wounds and smiled.
Skygge kicked her softly in the arm and crouched down laying his staff down on her back "hold still" he grinned and began to look over her wounds before raising up his hands and beginning to gather the energy he would need to heal her.
Skygge grimaced slightly then let the energy flow into her body, the only visual hint was the bright light that cascaded down. Smiling he sat back snatching up his staff in his left hand "how do you feel?" he grinned showing his slightly pointed teeth.
Skygge slipped forward on his hands keeping the rest of his body poised slightly off the ground as he snatched the sword and hopped up "Hmm, you must be a climber, may I inquire your name" He grinned "and come on I think you could feel something if you tried.."
Skygge reached out to trace her features lightly "well maybe your like me and just really like pain.." he laughed and bounded away tumbling and falling like a marionette with its strings cut before he stopped standing still turning his head to look at her.
Skygge grinned, his eyes lighting up slightly "well names Skygge, friends call me Sky" he speaks quickly "if I had friends that is" he laughs and sits back down in the grass. "Whats your name miss?"
Skygge laughed brightly the intelligent light behind his eyes going out as he leans towards her it brightens up again though "Hey names are important, unless you want me following you around yelling things like; Hey hey you with the face!"
Skygge laughed loud and wild as he leaned back watching the sky as he flops back to lay in the grass "take a load off Vapor, you are to tense.."
Skygge opened one eye to stare at her then a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth "I'm good actually, if I had wanted payment I would have collected it before acting." he laughed "even with your guard up I could zap you with lighting before your blade even pierced my skin."
Skygge laughed sitting up "because that wouldn't be a favor to either of us, besides I like your company." he grinned and laid back out in the grass shutting his eyes.
Skygge grinned "Well I can decide whatever I want, besides with all the blood you've lost I'd have to stay around..I love blood after all" he laughed lightly.
Skygge opened one eye "hmm, maybe we should find some place to stay, where do you suggest?"
Skygge hopped up to his feet and stretched out "alright then how about we find a nice spot?"
Skygge laughed and walked towards a small outcropping of rock in the distance. "Why seek a challenge when they come to you?" he kept pace spinning his staff in his left hand.
Skygge turned to her lightly slipping his arm over her shoulder and holding her up lightly "tired?"
Skygge smiled and continued to guide her along supporting as much of her weight as she would let him.
Skygge kicked her feet out from beneath her as they reached the shade "sit for awhile" he turned as if to leave "I think I might go get something for us to eat, any requests?"
Skygge grinned as he walked off. Dipping out of sight for a second there would be the sudden sound of thunder as he roasted a few rabbits. "I got dinner" he yelled before picking up the twitching corpses and walked back..
Skygge tapped her forehead with his index finger "lay down you'll hurt yourself" he sighed and sat the roasted rabbit down on her tummy. "Just relax and eat what you can" he sat a few feet away and tore into his own rabbits flesh with a growl.
Skygge shook his head left and continued to eat the flesh of the rabbit, small amounts of the creatures blood running down his chin to drip off to the ground.