Full Name: Karum Jung
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Class: Necromancer
Personality: Karum is a rather hard to read individual, his true personality difficult to determine. That is partially due to the fact that most people only see him in the confines of a hospital bed, but the boy has also learned to hide his feelings; usually under a pleasant smile. What he appears to be is a satisfied, calm, and collected boy. He speaks in a gentle manner, and seems to hold very little ill will against anything. His red eyes do gleam with intelligence though, made quickly apparent should one converse with the bedridden adolescent. He expresses great curiosity, an interest in learning, and seems to pick up things easily enough. Still… while all of these might have seemed normal or even encouraged on a regular boy, Karum was anything but.
Short History: You see, Karum was never supposed to live very long. The doctors had given him fifteen years at most to live when he was first diagnosed at birth, and he’s never left the hospital since. While his condition doesn’t affect his daily life, the constant risk of it acting up means that he was never allowed to stray too far from immediate medical attention. The hospital was a prison, one that kept him alive, but a prison nevertheless. Yet, a prisoner that has never known freedom never truly seeks it. Much was the case for Karum, even after he learned of the reasons to leave.
A green haired, red eyed boy isn’t something that goes unnoticed after all. Especially not when he resides in the same bed for years on end. Frequent visitors to the hospital caught notice, and just a few were of his age. They visited this strange boy, had him put aside the books, and struck up conversation. A few were fleeting acquaintances, but some became more than that. There was one that stuck out amongst the few he called friends though. A girl with hair just as red as his eyes, and a fiery personality to match. She was the first person to try and get him to leave, the first person to actually hurt him, and the first person to shed tears in front of him. She was also the first person he thought of after everything changed, oddly enough.
Abilities: (Nothing here yet; copy and paste once I put it up.)
Other: Bards can’t fight, ya silly goose.
The bandage wrapped around his head is nothing extraordinary, but he treats it like a treasure.