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Physical Health : 80%
Mental Health : 90%
Traits
Name : Sean Grieg (forgotten)
Known as :
Balthamos, 'Mos
Title : The Guardian Ghost
Gender : Male Fawn
Age : Ageless
Species : Tef deer / Ghostly Presence
Orientation : Panromantic
Voice : Childlike, not clearly masculine
Size :
#23
Scent of dust and musty smell
Candles,
Crying mask,
Zombie pelt,
Mini spell
Ex Guardian Angel Tends to 'watch over' the others, the more he feels closed to someone, the stronger this instinct becomes. Moreover, he's still influenced by his old code, which, for example, pushes him to tell (nearly) always the truth or to get very angry at crystal clear injustices. He's no fanatic, anyway. -
Cradle Has elected to his home a little tomb at the graveyard, which looks like a cradle to him. Dislikes unknow creatures taking this place. -
Animate He's like a breathing living creature, with a beating heart, and his body, as solid, can be damaged. Nevertheless he's ice-cold to the touch. -
Paranoid Suffers of persecutory delusions. He's sure that "They" are on his trail and will find him even in the forest. Even if he's unlikely to consider a forest creature as one of They, he will be deeply upset by deers that seems to stalk or spy him.
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Water Due to his previous life experiences, he 's terribly scared of the pond and suspicious of the water in general. The snow is ok since it doesn't melt on his cold pelt, but the rain causes him to flee in search of a refuge. -
Soul Washer Punished with a contrapasso that resembles his sin: as he tried to purify a soul recurring to an easy way, so he must do to all the souls which asks his services. The purification consists in the forget of specific memories, that the Guardian Ghost will remember instead of the "washed" soul. -
Diet Since he 's partially ghost, he actually doesn't need to eat or drink anything. In spite of that, he's fascinated by the view of eating creatures and by any kind of sweet food. Instead he finds the process of drinking quite distrurbing.
- Obliging, always extremely respectful of everyone and well-mannered, is used to refer to others calling them "Miss" or "Mr".
- Clingy, has a constant feel of cold, so he's attracted the nearest possible to other living creatures. But this doesn't mean he dislikes cold creatures.
- Submissive, hates having arguments with others and will always search for a diplomatic way in order to solve problems.
- Patient and, if not stimulated, extremely quiet, since has no real time perception.
- Lives in the constant fear of being abandoned by everyone, a thing that considers inescapable.
- Poor fighter. In spite of his strong will, he has no clue on how to fight properly, lacks in physical strenght and has no antlers neither any kind of offensive "weapons". A ridiculously easy pray.
- Owner of Cypher's tie clip (a gift by Migisi), kept in "his" cradle.
Relations
Trusts
Migisi, Leviathann (gone), Cypher (gone), Nat-Nat
Acquaintances
Illrose, Crucio, Saburo, Alain, Djinn, Bright Eyes (awe), Herla, Harley, Umay (awe), Greitai, Ravly, Berlioz
New Encounters
Kody, Beren, Morikiah, Shineri, Gehirn (awe), Sho, Sonne, Momo, Vladimir, Neveah, Rumia
Fears
Tullus, The Warlock (deceased), Geography, Tieff (deeply unsure), Sianna, Tikwid, Ariel, Jack (gone)
Other
Writings
By me (
x,
x,
x,
x) - By Quadraptor (
x)
Art
By me (
x,
x,
x) - By Chickenwhite (
x) - By Kohva (
x,
x) - By Cicadia (
x)
By Pegasicorn (
x) - By Meadow (
x) - By HellsBells (
x) - By Mouchette (
x)
I feel so guilty. For real.
...
Omg, a new page. D8 NOW I'M STEALING IT, TOO. ;;;_;;;
*headshot*
Pfff you're so silly, it's
It's just that it has been a real surprise! xD A good one, anyway.
But I'd like to know. Would you prefer me to draw which one of your deers?
I'll try to calm down now...
Oh, if you really want to draw one of my deer, feel free to choose which one. ;w; I'm super bad with making decisions. And I like surprises... <3
why am I not tracking this.
Thank you MoonlitStar! :3
It seems like just yesterday
Ahah it's true! Now he has
Now he has an huge respect for him.
And loves him as a black blanket of feathers <3
" ... Maybe ... Maybe you are
"Of course, smallthing...of course..." His voice was gentle, even as he wound claws that rivaled the fawn's ribs in size around him.
"He will see to it...that smallthing is kept safe..."
(May I say that the color you
Balthamos was feeling like an humble sevant of the huge creature, and gazed in awe at it.
" Yes ... I humbly thank you, Mr. ... Such small I am ... May I ask ... Are you a God, Mr. Bright ? Usually powerful Gods do not notice weak things like me ... " He whispered, still a bit tense.
(xD Why thank you. I actually
This question...earned him a thoughtful pause. Then, a chuckle. "Mayhaps he is..." A claw lifted and touched to the fawn's chin. "Kek, but...only by comparison...Smallthing, you are god in...in your own right, too...mayhaps, god to the birds, the insects...?" Again, he laughed gently.
The ghostly fawn, curious,
"Miss Sax ... Wherever you
I could not have worded that more perfectly. :'D
LOL It's so nice having a
It's so nice having a trouble maker like Sax around!
Everytime I spot her picto I think 'Let's see what's going to happen this time...' xD
LOL :'D The thing is, half
Ahahaha poor Sax! Well, at
Well, at least playing her it's not boring! xD
I think MSN died again.
It died again.... D=
;; Whyyy is he so cute.
Also, bright's feeling pretty drained, he's probably gonna relocate to somewhere that's not out in the open in a minute while I'm in class. Mos is welcomed to follow. ♥
Cuteness is Mos' only weapon
You're really welcome to add me c:
And I'm sorry, but I have to log out right now ç_ç
Tracking. (8
Thank you! c:
(._.; Apparently something's
His black head lifted, small ears trying to perk, but only managing a twitch. He was still adjusting to this body, after all. "Hehe...think...something happened? Nono, sweet thing, jus'...jus need a change...need t-to be small..." Another giggle, before he shoved his head into the fawn's chest excitedly. "Heh, s-see, no big d-deal..."
Where did lil' Mos go? ;_;
Cicadia, Kumiko: Sorry guys
Sorry guys it was raining hard and I had a blackout here! ç_ç
I stared at the empty screen with D: on my face for quite a long while...
Omg. ;; I figured it was
He loomed over the cradle.
A while now, he had stood here. Simply watching, taking note of the various spots of broken skin and quills that erupted from where they shouldn't. Taking inventory. He had seen this so many times before, it couldn't possibly surprise him. It did, however, make him angry. This was a child...
Still, his rage-induced shaking was repressed to a degree. It had to be, if he wanted to be this close. The last thing he wanted was to hurt 'his' smallthing even more...
Claws longer than the ghost fawn's ribs tightened their grip briefly on the edge of the headstone. Then, coming to a conclusion, they broke away, drifted towards his head. An unnatural gentleness was used to stroke the back of his skull. Not so much to wake him, but to offer some form of comfort if he was indeed awake.
Sax is displeased to see Mos
('his' smallthing? ç_ç ) As
As the claw touched the back of the skull, some spasms ran through the fawn's body. The muscles kept contracting for a while, probably because of the pain.
" Who is there ... ? ... I did not wanted to ... I am so sorry, please do not hurt me ... " He whispered, without opening his eyes. Because, he was sure that if he opened them, she'd be there, in front of him. Waiting for him. Waiting for him to follow her away, away from his new home. He snuggled down even more in fetal position, like he was trying to remain close to his 'cradle'.
[E]: MoonlitStar: Awww, it's kind by her! I was just wondering what she was doing around him xD
(aw Mos. ;; ) The creature's
The creature's talons snapped away suddenly the moment the child moved. But once he became still again, they began to drift back. "Hush, sweet one..." Was rasped slowly, very close to the side of his head. Using his 'palm', he stroked back the fawn's ears using all the care he possessed. "...it is him...only him...the bird..." The more he spoke, the more each word sounded like a piece of a lullaby.
The Ghost was searching for
Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
Cicadia: Hearing the
Hearing the familiar rasping voice relieved greatly the little ghost.
" Is that you, Mr. Bright ? It is so nice... It is so nice to have you here Mr. ... But I feel... Such a pain... Why is that ? Am I going to die, Mr. Bright ? " He asked with trembling voice. He felt safe knowing that the huge bird was near. He relaxed lightly his body, trying to bring back to normal his quick and anxious breath.
" Because if I am going to die, I want that it will be you bringing me to the Hell ... " He ended.
Laiia:
The ghost heard the doe's voice like it was coming from an huge distance... Maybe another dimension. Maybe he was already dead and unreachable. Nat ! he thought, but nothing came out from his cyanotic lips. He tried to move, but the pain was too much sharp. Balthamos opened the mouth one more time, and a long, bloodcurdling moan went out.
Is this my voice ?
Nat-Nat stopped. It seemed
She bited her lips, feeling bad, very bad, now. She turned around like an insane doe, then sniffed around her, trying to smell Balthamos. Balthamos, if it's you, tell it to me... She tried, desesperate and lost.
Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
Laiia: The doe was near, he
The doe was near, he could feel her in the air. He'd like to get up and run to her, but the body didn't obey to him. There was a desperate tone in her voice, and maybe it was her voice which gave him the strenght to try it again.
" Miss ... ! "
The quiet, almost imperceptible whisper get lost throught the graveyard's cold tombs.
Nat-Nat finally noticed it.
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" Miss Nat-Nat ... " He said,
He said, simply. The questions. The two questions made the ghost feeling more conscious and more desperate. But how, how to reply? How to find the will, the strenght...
" She ... Changed ... It was ... It is ... My fault ... Sorry ... "
He kept his eyes closed, even when the doe cleaned some of his wounds: that action was painful to Balthamos, but he tried to make his best not to show it. But she was here, and it was enough to reassure him.
Nat-Nat slightly growled.
She knew Balthamos wouldn't tell her, but she asked, anyway. She knew what feeling it was... Being attacked, destroyed, by someone you loved, you cared for.
Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
" She ... Ariel ... is not a
The last word was the hardest that the ghost ever said. But only the thought of Nat-Nat facing Ariel, fighting with her, getting hurt like him, suffering like him... It was unacceptable.
" No Miss... No... Please... She is dangerous... I do not want you to meet her ! " He added, desperate.
Nat-Nat's ears picked up. A
I am very dangerous too, Balthamos. she just said. She looked at him. He was so hurted, so destroyed... The Ghost could feel the pain and the anger in her own body. She lick Balthamos' head. Ariel, mh... she said the name to remember it. She won't forget it, she knew it. Balthamos, I want you to stay safe, here, if I go to see Ariel. And if she comes to you... Ask for me. I'll be there. She looked around.
Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
He heard it all through the
"Dear Mos..." Cypher's voice was low. Soft in tone as he spoke, "Answer me...For the love of the gods, wake up!" Panic shook within his vocal cords as he dropped to the ground beside the cradle's side. Loosening his tie to prepare it as a bandage.
[sorry about yesterday.
Wicked child, plucking his heartstrings like that... He pressed in closer, positioned himself over him and draped his wings as to encase the ghostly fawn in feathers and body heat. The claws at his head slipped down, traced the lines of his neck, shoulders, and back until they came to the quills that jutted from his skin. They stopped there, unsure of what to do.
"Were smallthing to die...he would not take him to this hell, but keep him by his own side instead." Slight pain, as he pinched the quill, tested it. "But you will not...not die, darling thing. Not now, not from this, no..."
Kumiko: Closed eyes. Only
Closed eyes. Only the deep darkness around him, and nothing more. There was something reassuring in the darkness... It was not her. Cold. It was much colder than usual, like the tiny part of life that was used to animate the ghostly body was now leaving it. How much time passed? Balthamos couldn't tell it.
But then came a voice, a familiar one, from an huge distance.
" Who is there ... ? Is that you, Mr. Cypher ... ? "
He whispered, unsecure. Maybe it was just another allucination. But he had asked, he had actually asked to the Unnamed fawn to search for Cypher... Right? Where were him now, by the way? Trembling, he waited for an answer, without letting enter too much hope in his heart.
Cicadia:
(No problem c: )
The fawn heard the giant bird moving around him. Then, he felt some gentle feathers brushing on his cold body, tickling it lighly. The warmth radiating from the black creature relieved him greatly, allowing him to relax his tense muscles. The ghost followed mentally the long claw running on his back, which gave him some shivers.
" Not the Hell ... But by your own side, Mr. Bright ... "
He repeated, like it was somekind of ritual formula. As the creature touched the quill, Balthamos' eyes moved feverishly behind the eyelid, and he shut tightly the jaw.
" The pain ... Do you have power on the pain, Mighty Bright ? Could you ... Make it stop ? " He implored.
"No." The answer was quick,
"He will sleep now. The bird will not go far. Sleep. He will search, and return successful..."
The voice was low; a silent
"Ssshhh..." the deep, rich hush trickled through his thin lips. Hushing distressed fawn in attempts to comfort him. "I am here, dear Mos...Right here. Follow my voice." All signs of the stag's calm charm had disappeared. Stripped of the his majestic image, Cypher stood nervously beside the cradle. Eyes wide with panic while he anxiously shook. He had witnessed many 'possessions' in his time; had been the 'hero' to expel the demon from the body, but now, he was a victim.
Watching as the small fawn laid motionless, lost within his own personal hell, tore the clothed-stag in half. He lowered himself, placing himself next to Balthamos as he lifted a foreleg over his small frame. Resting his head upon the fawn's back, "Come back to us, dear Mos. Come back to me..."
Kumiko: It was him! He asked
It was him! He asked about, and now he was here! His special, tortured soul was here: Cypher.
He actually attempted to follow his voice, and with the consciuosness came the physical pain as well. The poppy seeds that Bright Eyes gave him were still working against the pain, but kept making his thoughts slow.
" Mr. Cypher ... It is so nice having you here ... I am so sorry ... "
He whispered, still keeping the eyes closed. He felt something touching his back, near hers quills, which were still in his body. It wasn't an agressive thouch anyway, but kind and heartfelt. Maybe the white stag was worried because of him? This thought saddened the ghost.
" Mr. Cypher ... I am here ... I refused to go away ... I dreamt about a different world ... One without pain, Mr . I wish a world were the sun never goes down, and where there are neither living nor ghosts. Where I do not need to watch my back, and where I can hug everyone, simply with a single movement... But now ... Now my arms are too much short ... Too much short... "
He ended. Maybe it was the effect of the seeds, but the wods sounded sincere and less axious than before.
(Sorry about disappearing
The thin quills lined the fawn's back. Piercing through the fur and thin skin right into the muscles and fat lining the bones. Cypher cringed as the sight. Brows pulling together above his concerned eyes as he carefully hovered his foreleg over Balthamos. Trying to offer a comforting touch without disturbing the pin needles.
"You have no reason to apologize, dear Mos," he attempted to mask his worry with a forcing his voice to be firm. Trying desperately to be strong in the pair's moment of weakness. "Who did this...? What happened and what can be done to stop it?"
Kumiko: The stag's touch was
The stag's touch was comforting, and the ghost let out another huge sigh.
" If ... If you say so ... But it is my fault ... "
He said again, mortified. Cypher's voice sounded odd to him, and Balthamos was going to spent some nice words to make him feeling better, but the following questions anguished him. His reply was rambling and filled with fear.
" She ... She did it ... She is unstoppable. She came here to spread the sorrow ... And the pain ... Mr. Cypher ... Could you stop my pain ? Please ... It hurts so much ... "
Slipped out of his trembling mouth. He hoped that the white stag could actually help him.
Aw? How come Balthamos is so
Hi you! c: Well, in general
Well, in general he feels uneasy with couples, and at the moment is super senstive because of the rain, which scares him greatly.
I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, it's hard to communicate feelings like this in the forest.
Oh it wasn't a
It's nice to hear that. He
He just tends to feel in the way during moments like this xD