Name: Timothy Amscray
Gender: Male
Archetype: Ghost
Born into a rather poor family on the nasty, disease-ridden side of a large city(infact that neighborhood was slowly sinking into a swamp. Hey, at least land was cheap!) as the youngest of seven children to some rather abusive parents, Timothy's future looked grim right from the very beginning. Oh, did I mention he had a third leg growing out of his knee, rendering the entire right side of his body lopsided? Well, he did.
His short and sad tale is a rather unsettling one, and due to a certain amount of dreary repetition it is best to hear the abridged version. Suffice it to say, his miserable life began in a crude little shack, where on saturdays his parents and eldest siblings would get extremely drunk, hang young Timothy from the rafters by his ankles, and smack him back and forth with a large stick like some sort of grotesque, wailing pinata.
It only got worse from there, let me tell you. Finally, at the age of twelve, the long-suffering, scarred little boy with the battered, misshapen head and the deformed extra leg, ran (erm, hobbled) away to join the circus.
That worked out alright at first, since an acrobat (even a mediocre one) with three legs made an interesting attraction, and little Timmy had had quite a bit of practice swinging from ropes at high altitude. He swiftly settled into his new life at the circus, not to mention the debauchery that went on after the show, and lived a comparitively happy couple of years up until he was beaten to death by the bearded lady when it became apparent he had been cheating on her- with one of the donkeys tasked with pulling the circus wagons, no less.
Timothy could and would (honestly) have blamed excessive amounts of alchohol, but well, ol' Dorothy was as hot-tempered as she was hairy, and he barely had a word out before she slapped his head clear off his shoulders.
The wretched, three-legged Timothy was not granted any rest, however; he came back to life as a gruesome, wispy specter, roaming the earth in the wake of The Spectacular Pananzini's Travelling Circus, and some wizened old carnies say, huddled around the cook-fire at night, if you listen real hard you can still hear the poor child's distant screeching.
((I'm sorry, it's late and I ramble when I am sleepy. 
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((Interesting bio you have there. You are now officially the third on the waitlist, right after miauw and Gamerlord. Should the rate of player turnover remain high (and I suspect it might), you might even get to play soon. But, back to Leon's big adventure.))
Where everybody can hear you scream, but nobody will help you anyway...Leon is being dragged through the darkness, taloned claws clutching his limbs! He considers it wise not to resist.
[Acclimatization roll: 3]
He is starting to get a better feel for the total darkness he is in. It sounds like they've left the beast's room from the sound of the footsteps and the occasional drops of water hitting the stone floor. Occasionally his carriers step on something damp, perhaps moss or something. Listening in, he also begins to hear a sort of low whistle, barely perceptible to his senses. He is stopped from further deliberation when he is unceremoniously dumped on the stone floor. As he hits the ground, he hears loud tuneless whistling from all around him! The dissonance produced is nerve-shaking indeed.
Suddenly, the area goes totally silent. Moments later, he hears a bit of a swinging sound as though something heavy just moved, followed by six loud clacks. Then thirteen short clicks. Then a high-pitched whistle once more. He is picked up by seven of the claws again and lifted face-forwards. A whistle, then three clicks and a clack. Judging from it all, something is inspecting him.
[Inspection roll: ?]
There are fifteen quick clicks, seven clacks and a low whistle followed by a ringing tone. Leon is picked up once again and moved rapidly, then dumped on the ground, his new limbs making a loud clang.
[Perception roll: 4]
Something is in here with him. Something different from his carriers. Judging by the sounds it makes, it seems to have no fewer than seven legs. Also, it keeps making a chittering sound that can't be good. This suspicion is confirmed when the thing charges at him!
[Thing vs. Leon: 5+1 vs. 4]
Leon deflects several attacks from one of the thing's sharp limbs, but a final stab pierces him in the chest! The thing lifts him up into the air!
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