Name: Merit (Real name unknown)
Age: 999,999,998
Race: Human (probably)
Appearance: Dressed surprisingly well for a bum. Pale green hair, gold eyes, and almost never seen without a confused look on his face. Stands at roughly 5'8, slenderly built, and looks to be in his early twenties. Clean shaven though.
Job: In ur kitchen stealin ur foods.
Skills and Abilities:
-Being stupid
-Being lazy 
-Being a total weakling 
-An excellent human pincushion 
-Skilled at accumulating stab wounds
-Level 12 sleeping skill
-NOT dying
-Being a pushover
-Uncontrollable, but potent magic
-Infinite, but very slow healing factor
-Mooching 
Inventory: The clothes on his back 
Description: Who he is would be a tricky question. After all, one too many blows to the head can leave anyone a little bit off, though with all the knives and swords to the face over the years, his memory didn't have a popsicle's chance in hell. What can be said about him, though, is that he's a slacker, and more than a little off. Still, for someone so useless, he can be insightful. He may be an alien, a god, or just plain lucky.