Aliathar the Ghost

From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Elemental Airtouched
Court	Autumn Court ••••
Freehold	Seven Hills
Player	Mario Medina

1 Overview
2 Character Information

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Overview

Alias(es): Ghost

Mortal Alias: none

Age: late 30's early 40's

Titles and Positions: none

Physical description:

Mien: Soft breezes and the smell of fresh rain, Ghost has eyes that shift softly through the colors of Autumn. Sometimes a random dry leaf or two swirls around him playfully chasing it's own tail, only to fade away into the wind. There is a feeling of intense sorrow and fear emanting from him like the calm before the storm.

Mask: Shaved head, beard, casual street clothes. Caucasian.

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Character Information

Ghost is a Wind elemental who lives in the Freehold of the Seven Hills in Seattle, Washington. He is a member of the Autumn Court, he is a militant member of 89 days. Ghost makes no bones about how he feels. A deadly creature to cross.

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Known History

Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones the time has come again choose now, they croon beneath the moon beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered, On dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child’s, Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside, This ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust for our life, And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed The windows kept, And only one of all the rest To dance and save us From the divine mockery of words, Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being Grant us one more hour, To perform our art And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murderers Are allowed to roam free, A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feasts we were promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord For the white blind light Thank you oh lord For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache From which the future's made

THE GHOST SONG Lyrics Artist(Band):The Doors Review The Song

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