Name:
Blaine Leazahr

Nicknames:
None

Age: (9-26)
19

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Personality:
Blaine used to have the personality of a naturally cheerful, and righteous individual. He believed that helping those who are less fortunate than him, which is to say EXTREMELY unfortunate, is an important aspect of life. Blaine had a right-minded personality, until he died. That Blaine is gone, now just a façade he uses for his own gain. This Blaine is broken, power hungry, and lost, with vengeance, sorrow, and anger clouding his mind.

Family Life:
Blaine’s old family life was one of pure happiness; his family cared for him very much. They supported him with his needs and vice versa. He had a connection that most modern families lacked, they all loved each other, there was no doubt to it. But now, currently, his family believes that Blaine is dead.

Dreams:
Blaine’s dream is to live once more, to go back to his life, and to forget all of the events that have caused him to perish and live in torment right now.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:
His Family
Power
Coffee
Conversations

Dislikes:
Himself
Those who are in his way
Dogs
Alcohol

Bio:
Blaine Leazahr, a happy child, who lived a wonderful life. His parents loved him, his family cared for him no matter what. He had a fine assortment of friends and a great future ahead of him. He has a wonderful person he loves dearly, and keeps close to him, very close. Blaine’s life was perfect. But soon, at age 16, Blaine’s life started taking an abrupt turn. Always at night, he’d stare at his ceiling, seeing what he calls a ‘white flame’. He told his parents and friends about it, they quickly laughed it off, all of them said that they were illusions, illusions of the mind. A year passed as these ‘illusions’ came and went, Blaine just ignored them, until one day, a few weeks after his birthday, one of them started talking to him. He swore he could’ve heard it scream in his room, he screamed right back to the dismay of his own parents, concerned about their child’s behavior. A few weeks later, he’s started to hear voices, just whispers and more of these illusions. Time came and went, as he started to ignore the oddities and started to live with the whispers, occasionally replying to one of them. To the concern of his parents, they thought that these whispers were a result of some traumatic accident, or something but they could not find the cause. This caused arguments and blame between the Blaine and his parents. One night, after an especially horrible argument between the three, Blaine woke up from the faint yet kind whisper of another white flame. The white flame seemed to phase out of his bedroom door, Blaine followed suit, curiously, entranced by its glow and whisper. When Blaine walked up into the rain of the street following the glow, he did not notice the even brighter glow approaching him fast. Blaine was ran over, and killed.

Blaine’s funeral took place two weeks later.

A muffled bumping can be heard from the grounds of the cemetery. A movement can be heard from one of the graves inside the small stone building housing a single casket. The name can be seen above the door of the building. ‘Blaine’. No last name. Inside, the door of the casket opens revealing Blaine’s body, in a tuxedo, his silver hair fluttering slightly. Blaine’s eyes open, as he screams, his spirit re-entering his body. Dark rags wrap around his body, as his eyes start to glow a deathly white. All around him, he could hear whispers, as many white flames flutter around him. He looks down, at the monster he’s become. He was able to conjure and awaken spirits, will’o’wisps even, in his human form, but his power was locked, locked within the dimensions of life and death, and in order to unlock his potential, he had to experience both. He is now a Wraith.

Blaine pushes the door…no…he walks through the door, for a moment, he screams in pain, his voice much like a screeching whisper. He wanders the town, stuck between the verge of life and death, hoping people could hear him, but to no avail. Blaine whispers to himself, crazed by the loneliness, the will’o’wisps not doing anything to calm him. He waits. He whispers. He screams. He cries.

What is your otherworld entity:
Wraith

Transformation Appearance:


Power:
He is much more agile, and swift. His body is able to move between the dimensions of life and death, being able to go through solid objects, though this ability pains him a lot, causing it to be harder to repeat this with success. He is able to conjure a scythe using dark energy that he’s stored, in the same sense as the Reaper himself, though not in the same caliber of power, not anywhere near. He is also able to use will’o’wisps, small spirits converted into white flame energy as ranged damage. Being part of the spirit world himself, Blaine is able to talk to stray spirits, and commend them under his wing to use them as power and weapons for his own cause.