Sankofa

[PaddieCake]

(n.) (phr.) 'Go back and fetch it'; we must look back to the past so that we may understand how we became what were are, and move forward to a better future.

'It is not wrong to go back for that which you have forgotten.'

A young man, capable of not only communicating with the dead, but seeing them, is asked to remove a spirit that seems to be haunting a newly married couple's home. Who, and what he discovers leads to mystery and discovery about the past and future.
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[name here]
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:: Cecil Vincent Baily ::
Age: 24
Gender:Male

:: Physical ::
Height: 5'11
Build: Tall, lanky, appears slender but a bit more muscular than his clothes would let on.
Skin: Lightly tan, splash of freckles on his nose.
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Copper colored and naturally forms slight ringlets. Currently slicked back though a bit messed up.
Clothing: He is wearing a forest green three-piece tweed suit with a maroon colored vest and bow-tie, and brown leather shoes. He also wears thin, copper, octagonal glasses.

:: Mental ::
Basic traits: Good at focusing on and finishing tasks. Kind, though absentminded. Enjoys a good book. Has an odd preference for monotony. He also always has an open ear and takes in as much information as he can from those around him, though never reveals anything he hears.
Strengths: Good listener, was physically strong, rather good at retaining information. Capable of physical contact if he concentrates enough.
Weaknesses: Gets frustrated and frazzled rather easily, a little weak willed.
Phobias: Change, and the unknown.
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[Alchemy]

Asa Mikhael Verdin

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]AGE[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] 23[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]GENDER[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Male[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]PHYSICAL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]HEIGHT[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] 5’6”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]BUILD[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Skinny and angular, with sharp shoulders, elbows, and knees. Despite his height, he almost looks awkward because of his thinness, but most of the time he layers up so much that it’s less noticeable.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]SKIN [/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Somewhere between light and medium brown, typically smooth and well cared-for aside from the darker circles under his eyes because he doesn’t know how much humans are supposed to sleep every night. Dusted with freckles on the back and shoulders, but has only a few small moles on his face, including one close to his right eyelid.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]EYES[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Dull blue, sharply shaped with a slightly lifted epicanthal fold, similar to a double lid.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]HAIR[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Cedar to bright red; parts of it are more bleached than others, resulting in a subtle hue variation. It trails down his neck, framing his face, and his bangs typically just do whatever they want to when it comes to style.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]CLOTHING[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] As he gets cold easily, he wears all assortments of sweaters and large scarfs, usually draping himself in several layers. If he’s at a reasonable temperature, he wears a shallow black v-neck, jeans, and boots. He wears a red cord around his wrist with half of a walnut threaded around it, a trinket he has had from several years.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]MENTAL[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]BASIC TRAITS[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Assured in his own ability to think things through logically and sensibly, Asa is not one to back down if he thinks he is right. He’s rather confrontational and refuses to let a wrong go righted, which is somewhat of a hassle when he’s trying to make friends or even just acquaintances. He is somewhat of the opinion that he’s not great, character-wise, and he’s pretty right, as he tends to look down on people depending on the first impression that he gets. He thinks of himself as enough of a worldly traveler that his own paradigm is not facilely toppled: he knows a good deal about his specialty, and refuses to allow any amateur in his way. He does not particularly like himself even though he holds no doubt in relation to his observations and beliefs: rather than insecurity, he is resigned to the fact that he likely can’t stop being jerkish and doesn’t try to change. He doesn’t like it but won’t try to alter anything.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]STRENGTHS[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Extremely smart, nonplussed at typical spiritual activity, not easily disturbed, strong stomach (as in he has no weakness for gore), good response time in stressful situations[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]WEAKNESSES[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Weak social interaction skills, irreverent, somewhat condescending, temper on the shorter side, physically unimposing, lacking stamina[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]PHOBIAS[/SIZE][SIZE=14.666666666666666px] Spiders, fire, deep water, enclosed spaces (fairly typical phobias, as far as they go)[/SIZE]

 

[PaddieCake]

It was a small, Victorian styled home, the couple who had bought it had fallen in love with it almost instantly. It wasn't until they had started unpacking their belongings that odd things started happening. Strange cold spots, things moving, electronics turning on or off, these were the things they had begun to experience, and they were scared. Human shapes, disembodied voices,  they were desperate to get rid of what, or whoever was in their home.


Cecil, the man behind these strange occurrences (though he hadn't realized he was), was currently settled in the attic. He had heard their discussions, talk of getting rid of something that seemed to be bothering them, but the man didn't know what it might have been. He had, himself, grown rather curious, and had started to try to find whatever might have been bothering the couple, but came up empty handed. I


Cecil let out a small sigh, Leia and Dean, those were the people who now lived in the home. They were not the first people to move in, though he didn't know how many it had been now, nor how long it had been happening. It had been his home at one point, that much he recalled, but it seemed to him that it stopped being his, and that others were allowed to come in as they pleased. He had tried to ask them what they were doing there, though none had heard him, and when he tried to leave he couldn't, leaving him stuck in a place that no longer belonged to him.


((.__. okie, sorry, it's awful .__. they'll get better, I promise))