AppearanceRace: Nuit
Gender: Currently Female
Age: 50
Birthday: 23, Winter, 464.
Birthplace: Unknown (Sunberth)
Appearance:
Current
Summer, 63, 515
This new body was that of a female, much to the distress of Bakar. It is his (her?) first time with a female body. But, it's not his choice. He takes what he is given, and this is what he(she?) got. The body was acquired from Benoit, at Li Mauta. She had long, light brown hair. She was short-ish, compared to what Bakar was used to, being around 5 feet, 4 inches. Once again, young. Younger than Bakar's last body, being early 20s this time. The body has also been dissected and organs removed, leading to a long, stitched up cut along her chest. At least it was done pre-transfer this time. There were times Bakar had, in more desperate times, sacrificed some of his Ichor to cut himself, and remove his organs while in a body. Not a very nice experience, with a long resting period after.
Her eyes were brown, and fairly small. Ears were also small, mostly rounded. She had a fair face but she was very pale. Well, at least now she was. And it'll only get worse as Bakar stays there longer. The area along the eyes will darken, the tongue will blacken, muscle and fat will melt away. For the first few days, however, she'll just look pale.
Body 1
Bakar was a 6" male. His age appears to be that of a young man, no more than his mid twenties. Not heavily built, but scrawny and weak looking. His hair is long, stopping around his mid-back. The body he occupied was clean shaven, disappointing to himself. He did enjoy some form of facial hair. But beggers can't be choosers. He hides his face under a layer of makeup, trying to conceal his undead eyes. He rarely speaks, unless alone, lest someone see his black tongue and see him for what he is. When he does speak, however, he tends to ramble. Trying to get rid of all his pent up words from over the years. His current body is currently emptied and embalmed, not containing organs. Because of this, he has a long scar down the center of his chest. Due to his recent work at Li Mauta, he has a few small burns on his right hand.
Body 2
Summer, 63, 515
This new body was that of a female, much to the distress of Bakar. It is his (her?) first time with a female body. But, it's not his choice. He takes what he is given, and this is what he(she??) got. The body was acquired from Benoit, at Li Mauta. She had long, blackish-dark brown hair. She was short-ish, compared to what Bakar was used to, being around 5 feet, 4 inches. Once again, young. Younger than Bakar's last body, being early 20s this time. The body has also been dissected and organs removed, leading to a long, stitched up cut along her chest. At least it was done pre-transfer this time. There were times Bakar had, in more desperate times, sacrificed some of his Ichor to cut himself, and remove his organs while in a body. Not a very nice experience, with a long resting period after.
Her eyes were brown, and fairly small. Ears were also small, mostly rounded. She had a fair face but she was very pale. Well, at least now she was. And it'll only get worse as Bakar stays there longer. The area along the eyes will darken, the tongue will blacken, muscle and fat will melt away. For the first few days, however, she'll just look pale.
Character ConceptBakar is a "young" Nuit 50 years of age. He hasn't yet reached the age where Nuits usually view life as tedious, and still retains his compassion for the living. He tries to help where he can, giving food and water, things he has no need for, but most avoid him. They can't help but feel uneasy around him, even without knowing about his undeath. The ones that do see what he is constantly harass him. Mostly names, sometimes a thrown stone or two, but they are too scared of him to do any more. He tries to be as friendly as he can, but can't quite say what he means, sometimes making conversations awkward, often causing people to shy away from him even more. This caused him to eventually get into the habit of talking to himself, to void the silence.
Character HistoryA young man, kidnapped from his home while his family was murdered, and sold to a rich, unnamed Animator, curious as to the process of Daek-nuit. He was forcibly bound and used in the Animator's experiment. After the successful soul transfer, the newly born Nuit was dumped out of the Animator's laboratory after not making a movement, the Animator himself losing interest, possibly assuming it was a failure. The man's original body was dumped soon after. The Nuit, finally gaining the strength to move, removed his former body's clothing and hastily put them on, making sure that his pair of glasses were still in the pocket. Though, it seemed he no longer needed them with his new eyes.
His body quickly degraded in a matter of days, the Animator not bothering to use a proper corpse. He conceded to his fate, waiting for the last days while his body decayed around him. Laying in an alley, he witnessed the mugging and assault of another young man.
The murderer didn't even look at him, possibly assuming the near rotted body was just another corpse. After the murderer left the scene with his gains, a small bag of gold Mizas, the Nuit shambled over to the injured man.
The man was clutching at his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. The cut wasn't large. Just enough to sever the carotid artery.
The Nuit knelt over him. The man reminded him of himself, before the transfer. He tried to comfort the man, but upon seeing the rotting body kneeling over him, the man cried out in fear, or tried to. All that came was a harsh gargle. The Nuit tried again to calm the man, but there was no hope.
The man died in front of him, scared and alone. Knowing his own demise was coming soon, the Nuit dragged the body to an even more secluded alley. He knew what he had to do. Using dirt from the alley's floor, he painted the runes he somehow knew on the man. He climbed atop and allowed his ichor to drip. After his body was finally near empty, his soul, the one forced from his original body, came free once again and took refuge in the man's, no, his, body. He layed for a while, too exhausted to move.
When the sun rose, so too did the Nuit. He covered the slash across his neck with a strip of cloth ripped from the man's- his shirt. He fled the area, not wanting to be recognized by any who might have known the man and eventually arrived in Syliras.
He attempted to merge into general society, but quickly learned that the Nuit were not well received. He learned to hide his undead appearance partially, enough to not be shot glares of fear by passersby. Enough to live a life not so full of hate. Some, of course could still tell what he was, and swore at and abused him. Feeling ashamed at how defenseless he was, he sought a wizard, to teach him some basic magic. Just something he could use to scare the abusers off. After a string of denials, wizard after wizard refusing him, at last one decided he would teach him magic. Under one condition. He must change the wizard into a Nuit, like himself. The Nuit hurriedly agreed, and the training began immediately. The wizard extracted small amounts of the Nuit's ichor each day, so as not to drain too much. To start, he taught the Nuit a little about embalming, in order to keep his decaying body fresher, longer. But his knowledge on that subject was limited. When it was time for the Nuit to start learning magic, the wizard made small cuts on the Nuit's hands, which were used for the initiation into Reimancy. The process was uncomfortable and painful, but the Nuit endured, and soon was able to produce his own Res. After a few weeks, the Nuit had a basic understanding of Glyphs and Reimancy.
The wizard told the Nuit that it was time to uphold his end of the bargain, and that the training would begin after the transformation. The Nuit nodded and preparations started for the process. When all was set, and the wizard drank the collected ichor, the Nuit waited. It soon became clear however, that the wizard did not survive. The ichor had destroyed his body. The Nuit, saddened by the death of the closest thing he had to a friend, and disappointed that his apprenticeship had been cut short, decided that he could transfer his soul to a fresh body, and get rid of those cuts on his hands. But once again, the Nuit was alone.
He has changed bodies many times since then. But has always remembered that young man, his first transfer, so much like himself. Scared and alone. So very alone.
LanguageFluent Language: Common
HousingLocation: Syliras
House: 20x20 apartment. The apartment is situated deep within the interior of Stormhold Citadel and does not include any windows, only ventilation shaft to bring in fresh air. The room is bare, with no personal touches made to it. Each hallway is lined with torches which are kept lit at all hours of the day, allowing for light and giving residents free access to something to light their hearth from. A diagram is included below:
InjuriesBurns to the back of hand(Gone, as of Summer, 63, 515.)
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Bakar 
by Bakar on September 11th, 2014, 11:29 am 
