Quin Zanith Skrahs

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5'7

Unknown (It varies a lot between a spirit form which is weightless and a solid form)

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Father - Skar - Age unknown
DO NOT CONTACT UNLESS IT IS AN EMERGENCY
Mother - Jubilee - Professor - 38

• Father - Skar - Age unknown
  
• Mother - Jubilee - Professor - 38
  
• Sister - Laynee - 15 First Year
  

- Sweets
- Peace
- His sister
- His mother
- Family nights
- Sleeping in
- Lazy days
- WEEKENDS!
- Working hard
- Dancing
- Music
- Cake
- Tea
- Coffee
- His sword (it's the one he was stabbed with, he's kept it ever since.)
- Pain to an extent (He has a slight masochistic streak)

- His father
- Bullies
- The sound of crying
- The sound of screaming
- Extreme agony
- When his senses are clouded

- Seeming like he's looking at people
- Always smiling
- Humming
- Drawing things that he can remember, despite being blind he can draw rather well.

- Drawing
- Dancing
- Archery (Kyudo)
- Sword play
- Magic
- Running at rather high speeds since he's light weight and he can shift his weight accordingly to actually make himself move faster.

- Swimming
- Too much noise
- His senses being over powered
- Too many sweets (They make him sick)
- His patience.

Quins family has always had a connection to the spirit of nature and everything around them. However they always had to train to be able to achieve the best abilities that they could. He was taught at a very young age how to fade in to shadows, how to rely on his 'minds' eye and his usual eyes to take in everything around him.

Originally his mother was exceptionally hard on him where as she wasn't so hard on her daughter. Pushing Quin to his limits constantly to try and make sure he was always prepared. As if his father returned? Then Quin would be tested to the fullest and possibly even killed if he wasn't strong enough for the man.

Along with training, he had school and he did exceptionally well in most of his studies. Save for Math and French of course and he also spent a lot of his time helping his little sister.

However...

Life was not to be so content for him.

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When he reached the age of fifteen he was told by his mother, about a secret training technique that only the families strongest members would survive. The moment she told him, she regretted it. The happy go lucky child said he'd try it, confident that he'd be perfectly find because he was strong, because he wanted to protect his mother if his father ever came home.

It was a way to control ones own physical form. To the point where they could turn in to a ball of pure energy or a spiritual form while still existing and not being dead. Though in doing this, they would age at a slower rate.

He was given a month by his mother, she had supported the action, when he showed fear or worry when preparing for it? She had forced him to be strong. She now regrets that.

Slowly he entered the darkness, it was a tomb, a labyrinth, if he could make it through to the other side, then his body, his mind would be prepared to take on the powerful skill that his father and mother never dared to attempt to achieve.

He went in content.

It was a day later, while rummaging through texts that his mother found something. Whomever was able to actually complete the task.... Had to give something up for the ability and the honing of their senses. It was now that she panicked. Her baby boy, her son that she had pushed so hard may very well, end up dead. She had to save him from that fate before it was too late.

Rushing to the entrance of the labyrinth she called in to it to get him to come out but she received no answer. She was far too afraid to go in so she rushed to the exit. To wait like this, was torture, her boy had no food only water to survive, he had no weapons, only his body, mind and soul. Of course her daughter came with her to try and bring Quin out but she wouldn't ever go in there. She was far too afraid of the dark so she waited with her mother. Fetching food and water when it was needed so that she and her mother could wait outside without any worries.

Quins mother only hoped.... That he would come out of there alive. That was all she wanted right now. To say she was sorry.

Though he was utterly unaware of this. Instead he was merrily wandering along in blissful ignorance. As he drew further in? It got darker. He could hear something. Now he stopped smiling. The fifteen year old boy was ... Worried. Alone and now? As he heard something drawing ever closer, he was truly.... Afraid. He didn't know what to do. So all he could do was wait.

In pitch darkness where he couldn't even see his hands in front of his face.

Waiting as he stood there he felt something whizz past his face cutting his cheek and now he felt warmth. Blood. Leaking from the wound. He froze.

A sharp pain.

Now there was a scream but no one could hear him. No one would hear him. Tears leaked from his eyes, as he pulled whatever it was from his side. A sword. Taking it he stood strong, even though he was terrified. He wasn't doing this for himself. No. He was doing this for his mother and his little sister. He had to come out alive. He HAD to live. For them. He had thought this would be easy.

He was so wrong and now.... He was bleeding to death... Alone...

Fighting whatever it was that was there he only managed to win because he used his senses of sound and touch. His eyes still wouldn't adjust to the darkness that shrouded him. Finally he beat the beast. Yet... It wasn't without more injury. After he won he collapsed.

He was going to... Die here......

At least he thought he was. Closing his eyes he fell asleep. Only to wake three too six hours later, a light, like a small candle played in front of his face and he went to touch it, smiling as it provided him with warmth. He had no idea that he was actually dead at this moment in time he honestly thought he was awake.

"Young man, you must be strong. You have lasted a rather long time thus far. We. Are pleased. What will you give up to gain our power. What do you intend to use it for? If your answers are incorrect.... You will surely perish here." With those words the teen sat up. There was no pain. He almost felt like he was home.

"Can I stay here?"

"If that is what you wish."

"...Wait... Will I.... See my mother and sister again?"

"No"

Now he was faced with the choice of taking the easy path and staying here, or, living through the pain. Surviving.

".... Take what you will from me.... Take the best thing about me.... I don't care what it is.... But I want your power to protect my family, my friends, from the man that will surely kill them and me. It may not seem like much of a cause... But to me.... Those people are important.... They don't deserve to die just because one man wants them too it isn't fair and it isn't right... I'll stop him." A cackle could be heard as he woke up for real. Unsure of what had happened. In reality his heart had stopped for two minutes, though it felt much longer than that. Slowly he forced himself too his feet.

"I guess... They didn't deem me fit for that power... Sorry mom..." He mummbled as he now slowly made his way onwards. Forcing each step. It was painful, agonizing, he hadn't eaten, had lost his water, his wounds were deep and slowly.

Oh so slowly... He emerged from the darkness.

Though he noticed something. Everything seemed.... Gray. It was a sheet of gray.... Then it faded to black once more.

He heard the screams of his sister and his mother as they tackled him from nowhere and he caught them falling over.

He was... Blind...

He now passed out. His mother dragged him home. He rested for a few days or more a week. When he told his mother and sister he could no longer see, there were tears. The ancient spirits of their family had taken his sight. In exchange for what though.

They would find out on their journey. He had to train to get used to the fact he was blind it took him two years to master a sense of sonar. He was always rather perceptive but now more so than ever. He picked things up quickly. His speed increased. He was no longer so clumsy and then during a fight in school, when someone threw something at him, a solid object, passed right through him before he re solidified. Something that had his classmates in awe.

It was at this point that his mother chose to take a job at the academy in Etandra, it was the only place that she knew he son and daughter, if her son taught her daughter any of the techniques he'd picked up or learned on the fly, would not be thought of as evil or weird. On the night they were due to leave however, they came home to a burning house. Quins father had been here. He had burned their home to the ground now they fled as a family in hopes of escaping under the mans nose.

This is Quins first year in the academy, he intends to look after his mother and sister even if he knows his mother blames herself for the tragedy that has befallen her son, the scars he bears, the loss of sight... She feels it is all her fault but Quin knows better, he willingly took the challenge and now he's taking this challenge too.

He's part human and now part spirit, however, he was full human before he took on the task in his history.

STAR OCEAN: TILL THE END OF TIME - Fayt Leingod - Quin Skrahs

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