Nite Thanacroft - Death's Student

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Name: Nitewood Firenze Thanacroft
Age: 17
Hometown: Moria
Job: Scythe Technician/Death Fanatic
Education: Graduated from Skywood Academy: Moria Branch

I come from an unremarkable town, with unremarkable family and unremarkable talents. My life is generally the same as anything you would expect of anyone for this day and age growing up. Unremarkable, drab, disgustingly normal and in-line. I have yet to come of age; and yet... The fact that I have graduated, third in my class mind you, from a school that hasn't seen a graduate under 30 in more than 85 years (never one under 20) nags at me. Like something strange I have done out of a lifetime of simple normality.

I had a friend... Only one. Not even my family quite enjoyed my presence or my thoughts and opinions. They said that my patterns of thought were on the Minor Octatonic scale, while theirs were on Major Pentatonic, whatever that means, geometry was never my best subject. But her... She accepted me. I will admit that I loved her. Until she died from one of my more naive and poorly thought out experiments. The amount of damage dealt by an electric charge is measured in Amperage, Not Voltage, just for future reference... People just didn't understand me, or my unremarkable ways...

Ever since then I have had one passion, one study subject, one obsession... Death.

I've decided to come here, to observe, to experience, to see. I figured that if I am going to do one remarkable thing I may as well go all out and get as many remarks as I can. But, most of all... I want to learn... I want to learn about Death... All of the myths, all of the legends, people's beliefs as well as the expansion of my own... I want to know all that there is to know about death, down to the Reaper's Scythe, my weapon of choice. I have made it into my life's goal, and I plan to see it through to the end, when I will transcend life as you and I know it. Only then will I truly and fully understand that which I have made it my life's goal to learn.

In having come to Orlandia from such an unremarkable area, I am unfamiliar with the ways of the people. I intend to learn the ways, the customs and the cultural system. I am not here to protect, nor am I here to serve. Merely to learn, and bring myself one step closer to my goal. The steampunk revolution has certainly made itself clear, and I quite enjoy the ideals and styles. Perhaps I will find what I am looking for here, and perhaps not. But until I do, I continue my search until my eyes fog over and my legs can take me no farther.

My name: Nitewood, but you can call me Nite.
My tool: The Reaper's Scythe.
My goal: To transcend Life and attain the ultimate knowledge of Death.

[Trystian]

A tall man wearing a large black cape approaches Nitewood. "Hail! My name is Trystian of Teres Calamitas. We are a group of warriors who wander across Orlandia as its guardians from... well, whatever decides to threaten it. I have heard of one who calls himself Death's Student in this area and came to meet him and offer him a place in Teres Calamitas."

[mizcryptic]

Aw, Trystian was fast.

-flails- He had Death The Kid as his avi!

Hello thar.

[skysu]

"Or, you could Join up with us, I'm Skye Wulfe, from the Players Guild, there's a spot for you if you'd like it." Said a young woman, walking up and standing next to Tristian with a smile and nod towards him.

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"I was not expecting such a warm welcome. It is... Nice..."

Nite passes his eyes across each of the three Masters' faces, a blank (leaning more towards sullen then anything that can be declared cheerful.) look on his face. "Teres Calamitas..." He mutters under his breath. "Graceful Calamity. You know of my title. That is quite remarkable for how new I am to this area." He nods.

He passes his eyes farther over, the dark lines around them making them look rather like knotholes. "Player's Guild..." He mutters, again under his breath. "I feel you have much to offer in the way of my goals." He smiles "That is to say, I would have a good time while I die." He nods.

His cold gaze finally set upon the final master, eyes set like stone and blazing with the frozen fire that only the experience of Death can bring to one's eyes. In a single daft motion he rotates his body, pulls the scythe mounted upon his back to his hand and swings it, stopping dead in front of the man. "Hai Tharr! " He offers the scythe as an extension of his hand to shake.

"Trystian, Skye, I have decided... I choose Teres Calamitas." He nods wisely. "I feel your goals suit my goals more functionally. That and I would lose a very expensive bet if I did not... For serious." He holds out his hand to Trystian, "Oh, and you can call me Nite."

[Trystian]

Trystian takes the extended hand and shakes it. "Welcome, Nite. Come with me and I will introduce you to our members," he glances at Sky, "and ex-members."

[skysu]

"ha... Not that funy Trysty, you know why I left." She responded with a light shrug and toss of her hair, she smiles at Nite. "We're still here if you change your mind." she said with a wink before walking off to the ship. "Come on Morrigan." she added as she walked.

[rihdan]

(( *munches on popcorn while watching this drama. Ghost runs up and noms a piece as well.* XD ))