AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Ilijas]

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Ilijas had been stuck in a permanent state of confusion since he first awoke on the Typhoon border. A part of him longed to return to the impenetrable black from which he could only assume that he originated, but the more rational side of him was always quick to inform him that he had been dead before he had come here and that returning to that void of oblivion was a far from wise thing to do. He supposed that that was a true statement, but that didn't erase his strange longing nor did it make living this new life any easier. He had a personality, a very defined one at that, but he didn't have a past nor did he have previous friends and family. The only thing that held the power to ground him was the face of a lovely girl in which he could not decipher as a relative or a lover.

Presently, the young man found himself wandering absently through the jungle in which he guessed was now his new home. He wasn't so sure though... the shadows were foreboding and the scent of the sea made him sick. [b][color=gray]"You'll adjust," He told himself confidently, ignoring the obvious uncertainty that laced his accented tone. He had been so occupied by his own thoughts, confusion, and distress that he hardly noticed Beatrice until he had almost quite literally stumbled across her.

He caught himself before such a thing could happen though and, embarrassed, extended a reserved smile in her direction. [color=gray]"My apologizes, my thoughts often times have the capacity to transporting me to another world. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before, my name is Ilijas," He introduced politely, dipping his head. He wondered what the girl was doing out here, occupied by seemingly nothing. Oh well, she could ask the same thing of him.

[color=gray]"Who might you be?"