[Undead] Efflo's Stall

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He's a poor soul imprisoned by his immortality. His eerie, gleeful smile can never change despite the immense sorrow that overwhelms the poor creature.
He is not happy to be a part of the undead, his greatest wish is only to find the peaceful, eternal slumber that is forever out of his reach.

Chibizoo

Arel was livid. He stood up in all his four-and-a-half-foot glory, towering like Halloween's Divine Retribution over the four cleaning gnomes.

"This" he snarled, shaking the paper in his hand a little too enthusiastically, "Is a CLEANING TICKET. What the heck is it doing in my acceptance file?"

The cleaning gnomes only proceeded to back away more from the four-and-a-half-foot monstrosity. The gnome on the far right looked like it was about to burst into tears. "Well, sir... we saw this kid and you know this is a school and all... and we can't give out school application forms...-"

"- You know what on second thought I really don't care." Arel slumped back onto his chair, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Just go back and do your cleaning whatever stuff please."

The gnomes didn't need to be told twice. It was a good thing the first of the four gnomes was both mute and naive, otherwise the ice demon-slash-secretary might have been informed of the second cleaning form they had slipped into the acceptance folder.

 

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AMITYVILLE ACADEMY ENROLMENT FORM




Name: Efflorescent Skeleton
Nicknames: Efflo (pretty much always called this, not his full name)
Gender: Male
Age: Been around since the 18th Century but appears 15-16.

Faction/Race Undead

Efflo is technically a patchwork undead. He was born into the human world as a spunky black colt, destined to a life of finery and pride as a noble carriage horse but sadly, this was not to be. One night, while he and his pasture-mates grazed at the borders of their field, they were ambushed by greedy horse thieves, eager to make a quick buck. Unfortunately, these horse thieves were not very smart, and failed to realize that chasing the young horses out of the safety of their pen and out into the craggy and perilous wilderness was, well, just plain stupid. Scared witless the horses scattered in all directions, including Efflo. But in his haste, his hoof snagged itself in brambles, twisting his leg beyond its capacities and sending the poor creature hurtling into a rough pile of rocks and boulders.

He lay there after his fall, sides heaving, leg broken and bleeding. His accident hid him from the robbers, the cries of his brethren and the whooping of the thieves slowly faded from his pounding head. It would almost have been kinder if the burglars had found the poor beast and put him out of his misery. Ugly bone protruded from his leg and other places that had been scraped right to the skeleton. In what were to be his last moments of agony, the dying colt realized the pile of rocks was not just a pile but rather a cave and, with the last of his strength, he dragged himself inside, collapsing against its cold, mossy floor. He closed his eyes, fading into a final slumber.

However, his sleep was not to be so eternal. Tendrils of sunlight slinking their way into the cave and the chattering of birds awoke the horse some days later, he opened his eyes with great surprise. His first thought was that he was in some sort of afterlife, and he eagerly tried to stand, anxious to see this new world. Yet as he attempted to move, he was met with only immense pain. He looked about wildly, no, this couldn't be right. He rolled upward, quickly glancing down at his broken leg. If a horse could gasp, he would have let one loose. His leg wound, though still open and disgustingly fresh, was definitely no longer broken. Looking closer, the colt couldn't believe his eyes! There, festering in his rotting flesh, were millions of glow worms, sewing up his flesh with their oozing trails and webs.

Apparently he had disturbed their home... And now they had made him theirs. So much for that peaceful eternal rest and all that jazz.

He wandered the mortal realm for a long time, mostly unseen and unknown. He had no use for vile humans, and tended to stay away from civilization. He wandered for so long, away from reality, that he even began to wonder if humans had ever even really existed. They seemed like a far off dream, something he could barely recollect. Several times he thought he caught glimpses of things like himself, creatures that didn't belong. However, he simply chalked it up to having been around too long, assured his mind was just playing tricks on him.

But one day, while uselessly grazing (he no longer needed to eat grass to live, but the motion of his natural instinct was comforting) he came upon a little, thin black book, looking lost and forlorn amongst the wild grasses. He had no clue what it was but curiosity got the better of him, and carefully he picked up the black thing with his teeth.

As soon as he touched the paper, everything started to spin and then went black. A moment later, he fell into a pile of leaves. He looked up and looming before him was a vast tree, a Pumpkin shaped door carved into its trunk.

"Oomph!" he griped, reaching with his hand to rub his back- Wait a minute, hand?! He held up both hands, staring at them in disbelief. What the... He moved them to his face, incredulous when he felt flesh instead of cold bone. Just what was going on? He looked wildly around and went to stand, but found himself terribly off balance and he fell before he was even halfway up. Only two legs?! What trickery was this? Just what the hell was going on?

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself with his arms (weird) and attempted once again to stand, quite comically. He finally achieved his goal and stood shakily in his new form. It felt like he had been born all over again, was the newborn foal, fresh on its new legs. Looking around, he noticed that the little black thing had made it with him. He bent to pick it up, an effort in itself, and studied it carefully. It belonged to some weird thing, he had no idea what the creature was. There was a symbol on it that matched the door in front of him... Maybe that was a clue.

Little black clue in hand, he stepped towards the door and knocked gingerly, afraid of what might answer. He waited, and when nothing did, he pondered the likelihood of surviving whatever happened if he opened the door. Worst come to worst, he thought, he might actually die... If only. Bracing himself, he grasped the Pumpkin door and pulled, only to find himself snatched into the darkness and plummeting to who knows where, haunting music accompanying his ride.

"Not again!" he cried.

Personality:

Don't be such a bitter betty! ~ Efflo has mostly one mood and that is melancholy. If you had been cursed to living centuries after you were supposed to pass away, you would be pretty bummed out too. The poor boy was not always this way but having lived for so long without aging and having lost a dear friend along the way, it's understandable that he's such a negative nancy. Plus, he's just a dead piece of livestock living among all these other cool and badass creatures. Poor guy, his ego is constantly battered.

I don't like you, leave me alone! ~ The human world sort of jaded Efflo on the whole making friends thing. He tries his hardest not to allow himself to get close to anyone and unfortunately, this makes him seem like sort of a grump. This isn't to say he wouldn't allow a select few to think they are his friends, you know, just because he can't be a social outcast and all... It has nothing to do with actually liking them, nope, nothing at all...

Well, you see, I'm also kind of poisonous... ~ An unfortunate effect of the glowworms... He actually shouldn't get too close to people. Not that just touching them would kill you, but ingesting one certainly wouldn't be a picnic. He tries his best to keep tabs on the little maggots but sometimes one manages to slip away... Sorry about that...

Not that I really care... ~ Melancholy AND nonchalant, what a great combo. About most things, Efflo really couldn't give a damn. After all these years, all he really wants to do is die, like he was supposed to, but even in Halloween Town that is impossible. What gives?!

Why are they enrolled in Amityville Academy? (what do they wish to learn, what classes are they interested in)

Except for school, you can never know too much! ~ While he snubs friendships and social norms (as much as can be had in Halloween), Efflo throws himself wholeheartedly into his academics. It keeps his mind focused off of his unhappy circumstance and also rarely involves getting close to his peers. He's eager to please his professors which unfortunately means popularity -1. His favourite class? Entomology.

Natural Ability:

Yeah, that's right, I do glow in the dark... Kind of sexy, isn't it? ~ A side effect of his glow worm buddies, Efflo gives off a constant greenish glow. He thinks it makes him look pretty cool, especially as it serves as a warning that you probably don't want to be devouring him any time soon. The downside? You always know where he is.

I'll trade you my Snack Pack for a lung! C'mon, that's totally a sweet deal! ~ Being a sort of patchwork undead, Efflo is able to make use of spare parts as he needs them. Unfortunately, those spare parts have to be equine-related, even though he takes on a human form when not in battle. Thankfully his glowworms are pretty good at keeping him ticking.

FEAR:

Fly my pretties, FLY! ~ Efflo shares a pretty special bond with his glowworms. They aren't bffs4lyfe per say but they do share a mutual understanding. Efflo creates an ideal home for the critters and in exchange, they allow him to be mobile in the afterlife instead of just laying in some cave, staring at the walls, wondering when something, anything will happen. So in addition to his horsey strength/physical attacks (which to be honest, really kind of suck at the moment, he'd miss any target by several miles, what a klutz), he can sic the little maggots on his enemy. Right now, they are really just a nuisance, they get in your hair, they crawl in orifices... Not pleasant. But they don't really hold any true power besides temporary distraction. Perhaps in the future, this might change...

Physical Description:
Eye Colour: Bright yellowgreen
Hair Colour/Style: Bright yellowgreen, medium length, wild/shaggy
Skin Colour: Black
Clothing Style/Colours: Tattered, bloodstained, gross-looking, breeches and boots for lower half.
Extra: Glows, has little glow worms hanging about and open wounds scattered over him that they haven't had a chance to fix yet.
References: Image above for human form, as well as:
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