Boo Beckett,
Elsa
and
Harold the Chicken.
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Elsa
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Harold the Chicken.
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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Whereabouts: Lhavit
Profession: Spiritist
Age: 33
Birthday: 50th Fall
Year of Birth: 482
Birthplace: Syliras
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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Whereabouts: Lhavit
Profession: Spiritist
Age: 33
Birthday: 50th Fall
Year of Birth: 482
Birthplace: Syliras
Appearance
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Boo is 6'1 in height and weighs 182 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. His hair is somewhat wavy. He likes to have it well kept and relatively short. Perhaps his most prominent features are his arched eyebrows.
In a flowing red dress, Elsa is every ounce of beauty that can possibly be stuffed into a single entity. Despite her mesmerizing looks, she keeps herself obscured with a large fancy hat, the same scarlet as the rest of her ensemble. What can be seen is a small mouth with thin lips, the corners turned in the beginnings of a smirk.
The entourage is completed by Harold, a unique and unknown breed of chicken whose most obvious characteristic is being blue!
Boo is 6'1 in height and weighs 182 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. His hair is somewhat wavy. He likes to have it well kept and relatively short. Perhaps his most prominent features are his arched eyebrows.
In a flowing red dress, Elsa is every ounce of beauty that can possibly be stuffed into a single entity. Despite her mesmerizing looks, she keeps herself obscured with a large fancy hat, the same scarlet as the rest of her ensemble. What can be seen is a small mouth with thin lips, the corners turned in the beginnings of a smirk.
The entourage is completed by Harold, a unique and unknown breed of chicken whose most obvious characteristic is being blue!
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Concept
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It's easy to divide Boo into two halves. The first is normal, everyday Boo, which in fact is anything but normal. Eccentric? Maybe. Strange? Likely. A slightly obscured and unorthodox outlook on everyday life and everything that it encompasses? Absolutely. Past tragic events, a borderline sociopath for an uncle, years and years of deranged ghosts and desperate spirits, and any amount of time spent in Alvadas whatsoever will do that to a man.
That Boo has held on this long is a petching amazement.
Well done sir.
The second half however comes in complete contrast to the first. As a spiritist of good intent, Boo's work with ghosts has always come accompanied with reverence and a sense of honor. He follows his uncle in being a stalwart agent of redemption and conclusion for those poor lost souls.
Nothing is more important to him.
It's easy to divide Boo into two halves. The first is normal, everyday Boo, which in fact is anything but normal. Eccentric? Maybe. Strange? Likely. A slightly obscured and unorthodox outlook on everyday life and everything that it encompasses? Absolutely. Past tragic events, a borderline sociopath for an uncle, years and years of deranged ghosts and desperate spirits, and any amount of time spent in Alvadas whatsoever will do that to a man.
That Boo has held on this long is a petching amazement.
Well done sir.
The second half however comes in complete contrast to the first. As a spiritist of good intent, Boo's work with ghosts has always come accompanied with reverence and a sense of honor. He follows his uncle in being a stalwart agent of redemption and conclusion for those poor lost souls.
Nothing is more important to him.
An Explanation
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Ordinarily, one might balk at the suggestion of an exquisite woman and a magnificent blue chicken as traditional traveling companions. Lucky or not for Boo - depending on how you view such matters - only he can see, hear and converse with them. It's all in his head. Shame for others then, since Elsa has a lot to say and is refreshingly never afraid to speak her mind. Harold meanwhile... Well, Harold is Harold; though it has occurred to Boo that the chicken may only be domesticated fowl in form alone.
Unperturbed by the apparent frailty of his mental state and always the optimist, Boo maintains this has probably happened for good reason, a reason that eludes him for now, but is likely out there somewhere. All in good time. Until then he continues to try and lead a good life, even if that means dragging Elsa and Harold along kicking and screaming.
A noble pursuit perhaps. But then, having spent most his life dealing with tormented souls and angry ghosts, just what a good life constitutes these days, Boo is not entirely sure. But he will figure it out.
Probably.
Ordinarily, one might balk at the suggestion of an exquisite woman and a magnificent blue chicken as traditional traveling companions. Lucky or not for Boo - depending on how you view such matters - only he can see, hear and converse with them. It's all in his head. Shame for others then, since Elsa has a lot to say and is refreshingly never afraid to speak her mind. Harold meanwhile... Well, Harold is Harold; though it has occurred to Boo that the chicken may only be domesticated fowl in form alone.
Unperturbed by the apparent frailty of his mental state and always the optimist, Boo maintains this has probably happened for good reason, a reason that eludes him for now, but is likely out there somewhere. All in good time. Until then he continues to try and lead a good life, even if that means dragging Elsa and Harold along kicking and screaming.
A noble pursuit perhaps. But then, having spent most his life dealing with tormented souls and angry ghosts, just what a good life constitutes these days, Boo is not entirely sure. But he will figure it out.
Probably.