Daimyo Daimyo
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Forum name: Daimyo Daimyo Character Name: Nomen Job: Sorcerer Description: While investigating an ancient castle reclaimed by nature, students came across a strange male sleeping in a room on a bed. The sheets covering him were quite dusty. The noirette appears to be an amnesiac; he cannot remember his name, age, or why he was there. His appearance suggests that he is in his teenage years. We have taken him in to our school because he has nowhere else to go. He doesn't talk much and when he does it's in a whisper that only people next to him can hear. He seems to be afraid of people as he walks across a street just to avoid walking past someone. He's so thin from what we see of him. His arms and fingers are like a skeleton's! So pale too... And those eyes! Have you seen those dark circles!? What on earth could he have been through... Magic. He can perform magic. This was discovered when a would-be bully tried to harm him. The room suddenly became colder and filled with snow. Magic-users are generally female and witches. Sorcerer was the term coined for the rare male gifted with such powers. We decided we would train him. He shows promise and could be an asset to the academy. It's amazing how much he doesn't know. He was quite surprised when he first saw a student transform into a weapon. Weapons are common knowledge to the public; how does he not know? Is his amnesia really that serious? We had doctors examine him but they've yet to discover the cause of his lost memories. He doesn't know anything about souls so we had to explain it to him. Speaking of souls, his is abnormally small. It's very odd. Maybe his soul was shattered? Could that be the cause of his memory loss? Still, most people don't survive having their soul broken... Hmm... He...had a nightmare. He told us that meteors were falling from the skies and that the smoke choked him and stung his eyes. He said it in such detail that we thought he had perhaps been in a fire before. Could it be a fragment of his memory? We tried to calm him down but I'm not sure if it worked. The next morning he asked us what happened when you died and if you went to Hell if you were a sinner. We didn't know how to answer that. When we found him, his clothes were tattered, dusty, and full of holes. His hair was dull, shaggy, and lice-infested until we took him to a salon to have it cut, disinfected, and washed. His nails were also in dire need of trimming. He just sat on the barber chair and closed his eyes. He didn't say how he wanted his hair to look but we decided to keep it medium-length in case he's like any of those whiny kids that cry over having short hair. At least now we can see his eyes now that they're no longer hidden behind his bangs. They made him look like a banshee! His eyes are a stormy blue-gray. His silent stares are unsettling... Today, he remembered his name. "Nomen. It means name. So it's the best name because it's all of them." I had nothing to say to that.
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