1) What's the character's name? Eike
Prefers: Eike. ((It's far better than his more than abhored nickname the children of Nor gave him: "Freike." pron.:"Freak".))

2) How old is he/she? 38 ((aged three years since second firebringer war))

3) Is the character a boy or girl? Definitely male. >_> ((SCARY THINKING OF A CHICK LOOKING LIKE HIM SOMETIMES...))

4) What's his/her race? Unknown. Rumors persist that he's something other than human, based on numerous facts he'd never admit to. He keeps himself pretty much a secret...and it goes something like this:

NPC man:" So...what the hell are you? Your definitely NOT what you appear to be. Admit it."

Eike:"....**shakes head** **steady stare** Now...what gives you that idea...?"

NPC man:"...Oh come on then! Your every bit of the strangest looking gent I've ever seen in my days! Everything about you screams non-human!"

Eike:".....U__U..**calmly**..I assure you....I'm not a-"

NPC man:"Don't deny it!!! Me and the guys KNOW your a monster of some sort just PLANNING on slaughtering this castle DEAD...!!"

Eike:"...**angered**...do you have any proof of your accusations....pray tell?"

NPC man:"....No...not now....b-but I will!"

Eike:"....Then until you do so, do NOT bother me with baseless, limp-wristed threats...."

NPC man:"....**slinks off defeated, with a nasty sense of dread following him**

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Appearance:

1) If this character were to suddenly become part of the 3D world, and ended up in a heavily-populated area, how many stares would he/she get? MANY I'm sure. Guys like eike don't go through life getting friendly waves and hellos. Guys like eike unintentionally scare little children in the park by merely being there. I've known poor saps with qualities not unlike eike, and they don't like to go out before dark because of the negative attention they draw from "normals". Eike is the kind of guy that for some reason ((other than his penetrating eyes)) you can't help but feel a bit, if not quite a bit nervous around. Don't bring your kids around this guy, you might hurt his feelings when you kid suddenly bursts out into tears and runs to mommy with his eyes squeezed shut. XD;;
2) Is the character considered normal in his/her own world? Oh heavens no. He's occasionally on the brink of getting his throat cut by others because of his strangeness. People always fear what they do not understand. *sigh*

3) What would be his/her most recognizable feature(s)? EYES. DEFINITELY THE EYES. And not in the "cute puppy dog" way either. More like the "strange-unknown-beast looking-at-you-with-its-steely-glare-from-the-shadows" way. O_O!! I know ((and it saddens me greatly)) that I as a child with an occular complex, I would have had a heart attack and cried and had nightmares JUST over this guys eyes. U_U They still bother me from time to time. I would feel so ashamed of myself if this guy was my buddy. >_>

4) Would you consider the character as attractive? Human's are very visual creatures, its true. They focus on whats on the outside, not the inside, of a person. ((NO I DON'T MEAN GUTS)) Personally, I consider eike to be a VERY attractive guy, but not for his outward appearance. I don't intend to be "vain", however....by people standards he's not pretty in the least. But in my honest opinion, on the inside not guts he's beautiful. <3

Personality:

1) Temper: He's very collected actually. He seems to have a very strong grip on any sort of temper he might have. Has he done irrational things with his temper in the past? Who knows. In any case, I wouldn't want to be on this guy's bad side. XD Relatively docile people ((and I know from experience)) have VERY VIOLENT tempers when provoked enough.

2) Does the character ever get depressed? You know? It's kind of hard to tell whether he's ever HAPPY. X3;; Eike has his low points DEFINITELY, he seems to be his saddest when he's ignored, it seems he wants companionship, but is just too afraid that his needs would be a bother to others. So, rather than ask someone to spend time with him ((sometimes he gets the notion in his head that nobody WANTS to be around him)) he suffers with his loneliness. reminds me of my MOTHER XD Although, eike....he's complicated. Kind of like a cat, he sometimes prefers solitude, and at other times yearns for company. He likes the company of others dearly, but wants it on his own terms. I think that the best cure for eike's depression would be a nice, quiet friend. Someone who would enjoy being around him and not mistake his silence as an 'awkward silence', but register it as a sort of: "just because I don't speak much, it doesn't mean I don't want you around" type of quiet. <3 And a passion for books wouldn't be anything but GLORIOUS to eike in a friend either. <333

3) Leader or Follower? Hehehe, eike does a lot behind the scenes work that would make you think he's a sort of "leader in the shadows" fellow. In a public setting, eike listens and follows directions like a good worker. But he goes the extra mile behind everyone's backs to ensure that little if nothing at all, goes foible. He's EXTREMELY reliable, thourough, and highly efficient in all that he does. So...leader OR follower? Likely to be BOTH, whether you KNOW it or not. ;P

4) What is the main aspect of his/her personality? ...Now, isn't THAT a question? His thouroughness is key. Of all of the castle tenants, eike is likely the most reliable man on campus. Now THAT is a good attribute in a tight situation. Coupled with his high intelligence, outstanding memory, and attention to detail, his reliablity is almost unmatched. That and, once you have become his friend...you'll never know anyone more trustworhty, he will never betray those he cares about. In a life or death situation, eike is the one who would give his life for your safety. Provided the logic stands of course. Now, if you betray HIM, he's not as forgiving as God. With his infalliable memory, he will most likely NEVER forget your misdeed.
Basically, he's the guy you can depend on in almost any situation.

History:

1) Does the character have a family of any sort? Not that anyone knows of. He's very lonely, and drifts off into deep thought quite a bit. Could this be a hint? Going by his comment:"Books are friends for life." Eike has known perhaps quite a bit of death, loss and betrayal in his life. Think about it: Books will never die, they'll never betray you and as long as you take care of them, you'll never lose them. Eike is, as juan himself said in the tub: "Not a native", so perhaps he has relatives in his homeland, but I tend to think otherwise. As such, I go with the "no living family" theorem. There HAS to be something tragic there. If eike had family ((other than those familiars at Budehuc)) he might not be so..."emo". XD; Unless his family didn't like him. But hehe, lets just go with "no family".

2) Is the character out on his/her own? He pretty much keeps to himself, and relies almost entirely on himself and his own capabilities. The only void he really can't fill himself is his very normal need for company. Silence is golden, but companionship is Platinum. <3

3) Has he/she encountered any traumatizing events? Eike in all of his psychological twists is one big bundle of hidden traumas. He'll almost never talk of anything mildly upsetting to him with others,((due to the temper that he wants to keep a solid grip on)) but if someone asks the right questions, he may hint around at it. As for contemporary trauma's, eugene's fainting over him this winter wasn't exactly pleasing. XD; Be careful when bringing up sensitive topics with eike, you could hurt him easily, or make him VERY upset in ways you DON'T want to witness...it won't be anger aimed at you, but it may get ugly. X3;; Let us remember when he plays romeo in the romeo and juliet play...((he wails at the top of his lungs and throws his hands in the air when faced with 'rejection' it seems))

4) What was probably the best time in his/her life so far? Probably Budehuc's revival. Thomas, in his eyes, was a Godsend. Thomas also befriended him, and this it is believed, sparked the beginning of his ascension from 'lonely, silent recluse', to a more 'satisfied, outgoing, not-so-scary guy'. Outgoing because we must remember the founding of the "Silent Reading Society" after the war. <3
Romance:

1) Single? Yep. Dating isn't his thing. Again for unknown reasons. But we can't imagine why! XD

2) Has the character developed any romantic relationships? No. NO. XD He seems to have given up on romance, not entirely...but, he's just a bit too shy. Did past rejection do this to him? Or did a past love die, and he wishes to preserve their love by staying loyal to her memory? Or, does he hold an entirely scientific view on love in general? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW...

3) Virgin? >______>;;.....Weeeeelll.....XD;;

4) Does the character like flirting? This kind of social interaction does not happen to eike. X__x;; A girl would have to be BLIND drunk in order for this to happen for him, and then, he wouldn't like it one bit. He's more or less the type of guy who would note a girl was flirting with him because she was drunk, and would take her to the infirmary so she could recover from her delirium.

And he himself would never flirt with anyone. Again, he's SHY. Shy guys don't flirt.

Symbolism:

1) What animal would you associate the character with? Whats with these hard questions? XD Animal...probably a black cat. Silent, sneaky, mysterious, misunderstood, thought evil; but really not evil at all, and singled out. And most of all, independent. Eike wants your attention, but he's not going to voice this, nor will he come to you for it. He'll recieve your attention happily, but at the same time he'll almost act as though he doesn't need it. Like a cat.

2) Musical Instrument? A Bone Marimba. Deep, hollow, and haunting in melancholy melody. This instrument, when played correctly, provides a tune that both makes you almost fearful, and sad at the same time. I have cried after hearing a melody being played on a bone key marimba masterfully.

3) Element? Metal. Steel-strong, unbreakable, and with muted disposition.

4) Planet? XD PLUTO. Misunderstood, distant, significant, often ignored. This is that freezing, small planet on the outer edge of our system named after the roman god of death and the underworld.

Showing the Love:

1) Do you draw your character? ALL THE TIME. Eike is fun to draw.

2) Do you write about him/her? Yup. <3 What kind of fan couldn't?

3) Do you use him/her in any rpgs? ...Are books filled with words? and pictures, charts, diagrams...

4) What other ways have you appreciated the character? In everyway imaginable. I try to stick to the What Would Eike Do? tactic when applying him to an RP post. Would he say anything at all? Would his response be in silence? Personally, I find that eike's silent responses are the most significant. "The echos of the void speak profound meanings that human words could never voice." His silent posts are my favorites. <3 They give chance to all kinds of emotional jumblings, thoughts, and gestures. XD; Eike can become quite a mess on the inside, if things go awry.

RANDOMIZE!

1) Is the character wanted for anything? The Howling Voice Guild may have heard of him. Perhaps they are interested in the stories people have told of a mysterious librarian in Budehuc who doesn't seem to possess an aura.

2) What are three weaknesses in him/her?

1)Secrecy: His secrets, that he wishes not to share with anyone, frequently cause him more trouble than not. He has to conduct certain aspects of his life outside the prying eyes of other tenants, for fear of what they may think of him...his secrecy and certain self-conscious ticks make it hard for people to relate to him and desire to know him better.

2) Speech: Eike may have an insurmountable capability for rational thought and word comprehension, but he is NOT a good conversationalist. He will probably never be a good conversationalist either, sometimes this flaw upsets him, but most of the tenants that he is closer with understand. He often pauses in between words to select the appropriate words for what he is thinking. When he does speak, he ALWAYS thinks about what he is going to say, before he says it. ((This leaves little room for error. He's so thourough))

3) Obsessions: Eike is a little bit O.C.D when it comes to books. He almost seems to use them as a 'security blanket', if something goes wrong or something upsets him, he'll simply trance out into a book and not come out of it unless necessary or when he feels like it. Eike is to his books, what milton is to his stapler. Whatever one may say, obsessions can be unhealthy habits.

3) Strengths?

1) Friendliness: Despite what others may think, eike is a very friendly individual when it comes right down to it. Books are friends for life, and so are you if you play your cards right with him.

2) Intelligence: Eikes high intelligence probably spans alongside with his infalliable memory, as such, he can memorize anything a book or situation holds, and from this his intelligence increases. He is a living almanac. ((Eike IS a book.XD))

3) Thoroughness: I can't stress it enough, eike's organization and thoroughness is top-notch. Ask him to research something and HE'LL RESEARCH IT. You'll get an essay's worth of notes on the subject in question.

4) Does the character drink or smoke (ect.)? No, eike thinks they are filthy habits. But at the same time does not judge those who do choose to take up said habits. Eike says:" People are not for me to judge. I have no right to do that." Although....there was one time he accepted a small mild drink from queen on the note that she was trying to be a better friend to him. He did it more or less as a way of opening himself up to her. It made him unhappily buzzed. X__x

5) What's one quirk about him/her? ...everything! Eike is a blend of perpetual idiosyncrasies. If I could point out one kind of cute quirk about him though, it would be his use of slang terms such as: "A thousand pardons", "Aww shucks", "Oh bother" and the like. <333 Its so unreasonably cute.

6) Does the character have any phobias? Hmmm...he doesn't like deep water too much ((he can't swim)) he fears people somewhat, mainly because he doesn't fully understand them sometimes, being on stage, being put "on the spot", women ((it seems, based on the play)) and himself.

7) What could you do to get him/her into a blind rage? ....ITS BEST NOT TO PUSH HIS BUTTONS. Lets leave it there! XD

8) Does the character like chickens? Eike likes animal company. But chickens are a bit noisy. He likes animals that are quiet. Birds in general aren't his favorites.

The Final Question:

What would you consider your relationship with the character to be like? As a mun, I have the utmost respect for eike. Nothing in the world could make me hate him. <333 Even if he really DOES turn out to be a ghost or zombie or whatever, I'd still hold mad love for him. BUT HE CAN'T BE A GHOST OR ZOMBIE CAUSE HE WAS EATING AT THE DINNER TABLE WITH CECILE AND MUTO AND GHOSTS DON'T EAT AND THERE WAS NO PEOPLE FLESH AT THE TABLE IN THE MANGA I SAW IT FOR MYSELF AND DON'T SAY THE MANGA IS INCORRECT CAUSE BWAH!!!! XD; I rather like the "most peculiar man" theorem that states he is in fact just a regular human with some strange personality quirks, as well as the "raging beast in the guise of a human man" theorem.

Dear Journal,

A most horrible string of unfortunate events occured last night. Dare I say, that it has left me a bit...uneasy around others.

I've always had trouble with people, mainly because of their visual fixations, people are notorious for focusing themselves on little more than what they see. This truth has proven only a negative in social standings between myself and the rest of society. I have learned to tolerate their less than splendid reactions to my countenance fairly well, although being in a postion for ridicule with a somewhat low-self esteem, sometimes I do not react too healthfully.

You see, not everyone in this world, is beautiful. Not everyone is comely. Me? I could be considered in the human race, as little less than a complete debauchary of creation itself. With what I have been told as being: 'a corpse-like emaciated figure, and a semi-deformed facial constructure,' I can only conclude that I would definitely not be fit for a world that bases many points of importance in life, solely on looks. Normally, this is a moot topic of no importance to me, but as I said before, peoples visual fixations sometimes cause my sensitivities to rear their ugly heads.

The downward spiral began its slow decent at just after nightfall yesterday. A menacing creature of dark origin(I later discovered that its name, was eduardo) appeared at the front castle gate. Being highly protective my home and those whom I consider family, I went on guard. It was at about this time that eugene, a boy whom I only recently met, who suffers from a nervous complex, wandered upon the scene. I warned him to stay back, a precautionary tactic, and much to my expectations, he reacted with a tremor of panic. As well adding to my displeasure, Hervey, an otherwise tolerable man, took it upon himself to take advantage of the skittish boys state of being. Before I could react, Hervey had
already taken it upon himself to scare the dickens out of eugene, effectively fainting him. Eugenes body slumped over into the vernal thick as I stared shocked at herveys multitude of horrendous actions committed in record time.

I know now, that hervey meant no harm in his actions. He had merely meant to pose as a minor nuiscance, to put it mildly, a black sheep of sorts. Lady Queen noticed the ongoing scene during her nightly watch, and came over. Hervey, noticing his fault, took it upon himself to try and revive eugene, queen now at his side. I looked on, watching them both as their efforts proved fruitless. But it was no surprise. They both acted almost as though they had absolutely no medical knowledge in their minds, with their talk of splashing the stricken boy with icy water, an equally heart-traumatizing
action as fainting, and it was around then that queen whispered a bit of lewd info into eugene's ear that I will not transcribe here. This jolted the stricken young man out of his faint, only to cause him further tumult and send him back into unconsciousness. I had had enough. Merely standing by and watching the two torture the boy with their ignorance was no longer an option. I commanded hervey to take eugene to the infirmary,(which I had instructed him to do before in the first place) and amazingly, he listened! It was about here that Queen went back to her rounds, leaving only myself
and hervey to awaken the boy from his faint. It was all terribly discomforting, but seeing as how I was partial to eugene, being one of the only people who would willingly donate some of their time to ask me if I was well once in a while, I stayed on, if only to spare the boy some of hervey's torture.

After a bit of clamor, I was forced to go and do what I had asked as kindly as I could for hervey to do:"wet a rag." I came back, and stepped over to the spot by the bed where eugene lay. Hervey had effectively roused the youth out of his faint, and it was here the most heart-rending moment for me of the entire night took place: I...I fainted eugene by simply being there. He took one look at me, square in the eyes...and fainted for a third time. It was all horribly disheartening. I still lack the courage to look at eugene.

I walked away from his bedside, bothered by what had happened. I tried to shrug it off, I tried to lie to
myself, and convince myself that it was only natural, that I was used to it by now. But I wasn't. In fact, I don't think I'll ever be completely used to causing people's fears to be roused by my mere uncomely appearance. Don't get me wrong, I am much better off than in the past by far, but; it still effects me sometimes. I'm not at all dead emotionally, as much as people would like to think. I'm not dead at all,
I am very much alive. And living things can be hurt. Its not that I don't like myself; I do, but they do not. It seems to me, more and more by the passing hour, that they never will be truly accepting of me. I cherish those who are accepting of me. They are golden.

After a bit of thought, and standing in the shadows, obscured from both hervey and eugene, I decided that, after hearing that hervey had at once more revived eugene, I should step out. So I did. I left. And I didn't go back. For a while I stood in the moonlit window, outside of the infirmary, near the main lobby of the castle. I thought about things. I thought about how unfair it was for some to be treated well, and others no so much. I thought about how, some are fed full meals three times daily, while others are left to emaciate, and rot. I thought about the astounding cruelties, the monsterous curses, and the immense atrocities that plague our sorry world, and thought just really how
wonderous was this little place we call home? In a pit of utter depression, a place I have not been in for a while, I began to leave off for a night of solitude, when I heard eugene call for me from a distance of around twenty or so feet. Not at all keen at the idea of allowing him the displeasure of looking on my face again that night, I remained with my back turned, keeping a fixated gaze out of
the window into the twilight. He mentioned to me, how happy that he was that I had been there to keep him safe. Didn't he remember? I slowly turned around, making well sure that the moon kept an even shadow over me, as to save him from another jolt. He really didn't need a myocardial infarction this early in life. It was then I noticed he had outstretched a hand in gratitude. Gratitude! With a sideways
glance, I asked him, at a tone barely more than a whisper, if he remembered what had happened."Remember?" he said quizzically. He didn't even remember! He didn't know what had happened! Goodness me. I took his hand in a soft handshake, and bid him goodnight.But I still feel wrong facing others after that shaky event. I almost feel as though my precense is offensive, so for now, I do believe that despite previous attempts at privacy in this overcrowded castle, I will try hard to keep a low profile. Shocking others is the last thing I want to accomplish.

Funny isn't it? Those who are normal, strive to be unusual, freakish even. While, those who are freakish...strive to be normal.

Dear Journal,

A rather unusual list of events happened to me today. I do not know quite what to make of it all, all I know is this simple fact:

Carrying filthy sleeping wingers, is a less than pleasant task.

It all started when the offending winger, Landis, came crashing in, promptly stated a few jumbled ramblings, and fell asleep in the first floor of the main lobby. Covered in the blood of what I believe was animal sangre, mud, and only God knows what else, he reeked terribly. The offensive odor was in fact so great that it, along with the cacophony, roused me from my library stronghold and forced me to go and see just what was causing the discord. As I descended the stairs, I heard dear miss Cecile complaining to him so innocently, that he should not choose the floor as a resting spot. He ignored her, as he had already fallen asleep, it seemed. As others came to the scene, I stood back, allowing ample time for thought on the matter. Landis had such a silly grin on his face in his sleep, whatever he had done to exhaust himself so, must have been very pleasing. I care not to know just what that pleasing 'thing' was.

After some deliberation, I approached cecile, and looked at the situation from over her shoulder. What a mess. Quite a bothersome task it would be, to clean up after the offending winger. Hervey, a pirate whom I had only met a short time ago, appeared in my peripheral line of vision. The youthful, brusque fellow looked at landis with what appeared to be a hint of superiority. I found out why later, as I soon asked Hervey if he would assist me in hauling Landis to the nearby infirmary. I assumed that with the beds being understandably vacant, he could sleep whatever blissful occurence he had experienced off. Hervey, was reluctant.

He told me, with a growing shadow of dread on his countenance, that landis, wished to kill him. Being one of few words and few questions, I did not ask why. I simply nodded to him in a hopefully understanding manner, and continued the task of carrying the slumbering winger.

It was here, that hervey asked me if I could carry landis by myself. I was shocked that he thought that a man of my stature and physical prowess could carry such a large winged being, and with a glint of suspicion, hervey waited for my response. I told him quite plainly that I might not be able to handle it alone, and that if he had not noticed, I was not quite the specimen of perfection. Unfortunately, he recalled my strong handshake from when we had properly introduced each other, and I had no other choice but to comply. I took landis, (quite easily actually) and fumbled him as though I would perhaps have trouble carrying him to the infirmary. Hoping that hervey would notice that I was struggling, I continued to fumble, bending my knees under landis's weight, and allowing his wings to hit the ground. Unfortunately, with a raised eyebrow, hervey was not convinced. I may have opened a floodgate with a mere handshake. I will have to be much more careful of my moves, in the future. More people means more room for mistakes.

I balanced myself, and carried landis, who snored quite happily, grin unrelenting, to the infirmary bed that awaited him. When I looked back at hervey, I noticed that a smirk had grown on his face, and his eyebrow was still adamantly raised in assurance that he absolutely knew there was more to me than what met his turquoise eyes. His gaze made me more nervous than I have felt in perhaps years. I will lay low for now. It is the best next move.

As I arrived in the infirmary, I promptly heaved the malodorous winger into the nearest bed. I left for my chambers, where I changed out of my filthy clothes, and I evinced to the bath house, where I washed thouroughly my soiled attire.


What a day. I must rest. I hope everyone got the message from the letter that I posted on the library door.


Cordially, Eike

Budehuc Librarian

Dear Journal,

I have been thinking.

In the great amount of time that I have to ponder on about my own matters, I have come up with a few poems that explain my feelings and hypotheses. So, I decided, dear journal, to fill one of your time enduring pages with what someday, may be read by others. And perhaps, have an impact on that special person. After all, is that not one of the finer aspects of poetry in the first place? To affect others profoundly?
Well...I shall leave the judgement...to those who wish to read on...

Epiphany Lachrymosa

I cry, because I know...all things someday die...

I have sorrow because I know, that horrible fate is but a gasp away...

I weep because I feel all is for nothing...

I sob because your sheer hell is my sheer hell....


I have sadness for the sake of having sadness.


Tears of lachrymose all for nothing...all for nothing...

Resistance is futile, every breath ensures oncoming expiration...why bother?

I cry because I know one day all will be somber black...

Nothing to look forward to...and nothing to look on back.

And I cry...because...I was surely allowed to experience life at all...

To feel all those wonderful feelings that coincide with the pains...

Just to meet all those I loved and loathed...to live with them, and to die with them.

So thankful for the life's blessings, so thankful for nature's beautiful saturnine music, and to exist as part of the greatest art piece ever created.

I weep bitterly, so ferociously, over such veritable things as new life and deceased fortune...

I cry because...I was so fortunate to have a tale of my own.

And that...is something worth shedding your tears over...

Acrid Madness

Happiness...is a short cut to pain...as one feels total glee,

one can expect a multitude of sorrow's to bank upon his shore...as such I lay open shell,

awaiting the utmost hell that slowly floweth towards me...

masked in this child-ish thing called joy that I slough off like so many dead flies on the window sill...

never will that silly thing be trusted full breadth,

as it almost unwittingly invites an acid shower of pain to usher my way.

Stinge

Cursing me...purple, lavender flesh rot hurts so...

tis a brutal beating...stop this madness...!

Desist breaking my every bone...!

The tortures of childhood, the pains of adulthood kills the soul numb, kills the soul numb!

Drives a spike through my tender loving heart..!

Only dire bloodlust powers the demons with stained, rotted meat as they prance about laughing...laughing at my pains...!
Kill it all away kill it all away sweet jesus...end my life of dour remorse...

surely that blissful nothing is better than a thousand memories hammered through my skull like nine inch nails driven

home...sweetly sweetly bring darkness to me sweetly...take me home...

Author's Note:...I do hope...that they were not too frightening to you. All were written exclusively by me. None, I repeat none were stolen. I do not steal, and I expect you all to show me the same courtesy...and not abscond with my writings, however dour and repulsive they may be...