The Weeping Boy
Neriku was born the third son of a poor and struggling fisherman, the runt of the litter of brothers. Like his father his brothers were born fishermen, strong and stout, Neriku though was the exception. Nerikus mother had sworn with the birth of her second son, Hariken, that she wouldn't have another child. His mother who had been the talk of the little village in her younger years had been forced into marrige with his father upon a youthful indiscression that had left her pregnant with her first son. Now years later the two children she'd given birth to had grown into men and she had secretly made plans to leave her husband to live the life she thought she deserved in the city. Then, after a very good day of fishing and an even better night of celebrating, her husband had come home and before she knew it she found herself pregnant again.
She did everything she could to end it. She'd searched out alchemists, apothecaries and wise men and lived a life no expecting mother ever should but against all those odds Neriku had been born all the same on a dark and stormy night in the cold and draughty hut the family called home. He though, unlike his brothers, were not a strong child. His mothers attempts had left him weak and sickly, traits that made his father take his hand from him but this was nothing compared to the contempt his mother felt for him.
She blamed him for everything that was wrong with her life, that she was stuck in that crumbling hut of a house taking care of him insted of running away and took out her frustration on the poor boy. Every little thing he did resulted in a punishment and if he cried, and he cried a lot, made her even more angry. Not being given much food he was not only sickly but scrawny and an easy mark for the stronger boys in school but he didn't dare to stay home since he knew that would incur his mothers wrath and he didn't dare to stay out of school since that would eventually reach his mother as well. Each day he became more of a ghost, doing his best to be invisible to both his mother and the other children who began to notice him less and less until he almost faded away.
The only real friend he had was his oldest brother, Jareth, and a small runaway dog that he called Kezh. When his father and brothers were home his life was a little easier, not because of his father who hardly gave the scrawny kid a look but because then Jareth was there and Jareth took care of Neriku. Jareth showed him the way of the fisherman, fishing with rods and net and walked him around the boat to teach him the ways of the sailor. Neriku relished in these days, but they were few and far between since the men had to be at sea almost all the time to make ends meet leaving Neriku alone with his mother.
One fateful evening when they'd waved the men farewell Neriku accidentally fell on the way home and landed in a puddle of mud, splashing dirt all over his mothers finest dress. Beside herself with rage she started kicking Neriku who by some miracle managed to drag himself to his feet and started running home but the thin door to his room couldn't keep his mother out. She came at him with the shaft of her broom relentlessly beating the poor child who thought his last moment had come and if it wasn't for Kezh it probalby would have. The small dog attacked the mother, biting her ankle, but he was so small. Nerikus mother kicked the dog across the room, hitting the far wall with a wet thump but that had given Neriku the respit he'd needed to crawl out the window.
Crying unconsolably for Kezh he ran blind and found himself by the docks, his fathers boat still there. He snuck onboard and hid in a cupboard in the galley and fell, still sobbing, asleep. When he woke up the boat was at sea, he'd never been at sea before but the rolling of the waves was an unmistakable and unfamiliar feeling. He ran up on deck, blindly passing his stumped brothers, and hurled what little he had in his stomach over the railing. His father was furious but Jareth managed to temper his rage and take Neriku aside, out of the way so that he wouldn't disturb the work, and he did what he could to stay clear of the brothers and especially the father.
On the fourth day a storm arose, a storm unlike anything they'd ever seen before and they struggled to keep the boat afloat. Neriku, wanting to show his worth, went up on deck but found only chaos there. Waves beating down on the deck, winds having torn the sails asunder and his father and second eldest brother holding on for their life to the rudder trying to stear the boat. Jareth saw Neriku and started towards him to get him below deck again, but as a wave hit the boat Neriku lost his footing. He was about to fall when Jareth threw himself between his brother and the boathook laying on the deck, cathing his brother in his arms and the hook in the back. Neriku gave up a cry that carried over the roaring of the storm as the life left his beloved brothers eyes, his father hearing it running down to the main deck. When he was about to embark down the stairs from the command deck he was hit in the back of the head by a falling mast and thrown overboard and Hariken, who had been left holding the rudder, couldn't hold the forced of the sea at bay. The boat rolled, the rudder shifted suddenly and the force of the blow crushed his spine while hurling him over the side of the boat.
Neriku felt his soul rip apart with the death of Jareth, and Hariken, and even his father and kneeling by the body of his brother tears flowed down his cheeks, tears blended with the salt water of the ocean and the boat now without a captain and crew was crushed by the waves and sent to the bottom of the sea. As he sank Neriku held firm Jareths body, hugging him as he let the water flow into his lungs and sink into darkness.
But not even the sea wanted Neriku who found himself on the beach of the town he reluctantly called home. Not wanting to go home, scared beyond reason to face his mother, he fled into the woods. Sitting on a stone he started crying, the reality of his situation slowly dawning for him and it was then he heard the faint wimper of a dog. He looked up and it was Kezh, he'd survived his mothers onslaught and found him. Neriku felt a joy like no other but when he ran towards Kezh the dog backed away, baring his teeth and letting out a low growl.
The Neriku that had been thrown out of the sea wasn't the Neriku who'd followed his brother into the depths and Kezh knew it and fled. Neriku broke down crying, now a creature of tears and sorrow he realized what he'd become and how alone in the world he really was and from that day forward he's been looking for a family but each time driven the people who's taken him in to madness and death.
So wiery travellers beware, if you hear the unconsolable crying of a child and a feint boys voice asking "Will you be my friend?" run the other way as fast as you can.... before it's too late.
Neriku had just turned 12 when he became what he is today, but when he emerged from the water he had become a Spirit of Tears and Sorrow. One foot in the spirit world he desperatley tries to keep one in the corporeal world making him a creature of duality.
His corporeal form is akin to what he looked like when he crawled out of the sea that had swallowed him. He's a pale, scrawny child, walking hunched in an attempt to avoid attracting attention, wearing a torn shirt and torn pants. He walks barefoot and his dark hair is hanging down in his tear drenched face, still wet from the ocean. He's continously crying, unconsolable, with a confused, harrowed and broken look in his eyes.
His spirit form is an almost transparent shape made of grayish-blue liquid, the tears he's shed all his life, that's fading in and out. The posture of the spirit is slightly more confident than that of Nerikus corporeal form. The only thing that never fades in this form is the white eyes that are filled with desperate rage, heartbroken from what's happend to him in life and so lonely in death his sorrow has twisted his spirit form into a being who protects the fragile boy against the world.
He is normally found in his corporeal form when first encountered but in battle it's most often the spirit who emerge to defend them both, though not always. Default form while fighting is the spririt form but in the card descriptions below I've included in what form the attack is made in, however if Shield is present that supersedes everything and while that's active all attacks are in spirit form.
1-attack - Corporeal form - a gush of water shooting out at the enemy, tears from the boys eyes
2-attack - Spirit form - both of the boys arms extending out towards the enemy in an attempt to embrace him, hitting him twice.
3-attack - Spirit form - Screaming out his agony causing three hits
5-attack - Corporeal form - Running up to the enemy, hugging him and with that draining five hits worth of life essence.
2 damage - 3
5 damage - 3
5 block - 2: Spirit form - a sphere of water around the boy
Renew - 2: Corporeal form - water washes over the boy, lifting him up and gently putting him down
Refresh - 2: Spirit form flickers into corporeal form and then back
Fresh Start - 1: Spirit form - the spirit form solidifies and then go back to normal
Power Flow - 1: Five hit attack animation as described above
Drown - 2: Spirit form - water gushed over the enemy, 12 damage over 4 rounds, cost 6 Water
Vortex - 2: Spirit form - fastswirling water engulfs the enemy, the enemy looses two round due to confusion, cost 7 water
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