Description
Spit wears a dark-green t-shirt, green shorts and black boots. He also carries a white umbrella with four-leaf clovers printed on four of the eight sides of it. His hair is black and messy, as he rarely takes care of it (although, he does bathe or take a shower (preferably the latter) when he can if he needs to). He also has green eyes.
Personality
Spit is a lazy, nonchalant person by nature. Despite this, he only stays down for three hours at a time, shown by his interest in travelling. He rarely gets agitated, only when he is forcefully woken up, and even then he's not very angry. He likes pancakes, but hates tomatoes. His hobbies include shopping for beds, sofas and TVs. His favourite part-time job is working at the cash register. Spit doesn't show a lot of enthusiasm in anything in general, but he does help someone that asks him for it out of generousity (sometimes). Despite appearing very lazy, Spit seems quite talented in whatever he is forced to do, and he is actually very well-mannered and behavied.
Equipment
Despite Spit's laziness, he is actually very athletic. His weapon of choice is an edged tennis racket, with a spear-blade at the top for both spear and sword function, and made with string that can touch magic. He has some knowledge of magic, although he has only mastered one spell that he made himself, called 'Wrecking Ball', which creates a green sphere of magic that floats slightly from his hand. He throws it up into the air and hits it with his racket, making it a projectile of devastating proportions. But by far, his most intriguing ability is to create clones of himself from liquid forms of his DNA (saliva, blood, etc). These clones would normally appear without any articles of clothing. However, Spit's t-shirt and shorts are woven from his hair, and are therefore included. He has had this ability since his birth, which is a common trait amongst his family.
History
Spit left his home at the age of 16, taking only what he would need (a flashlight, a sleeping bag, toothpaste and a toothbrush some food and water, etc). Since then, he has encountered a lot of marvellous things and met very good people. Now, he appears to be running from something...
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?
smack!
"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.