Luther
Race: Undead (Ghost: The Empty), Formerly Human
Date of Birth: 17th of Ashan, 694
Date of Death: 8th of Saun, 717
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: Fluent = Common, Broken = Rahaki
Appearance
Living
In life, Luther was a man of average attraction; fair for a commoner but by no means reaching the beauty that those of better breeding held. Standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 150 pounds, he was a man of lean and unassuming frame. Chocolate brown hair kept short for work sat in curled knots atop his head and was matched by a unkempt, scraggly beard which lined his jaw. Pale skin and cool grey-blue eyes served as the man's only notable trait that separated his appearance from other men his age. He dressed poorly, clad in the patched brown pants that his brother had before him and in a mud-stained white work shirt he had never quite grown into. He was not a man of wealth, and the only item of clothing he could claim was of moderate value was his grandfather's military longcoat; the apparel dyed a royal blue with gold trimmings denoting his retired ranking in the Eternal Empire. With better grooming, Luther could have passed for handsome, but he had neither the time nor the drive to waste nel on his appearance. He was who he was, and that was fine for him.
Echo
In death, however, Luther no longer looks like the unassuming commoner he was in life. His skin flickers with cinders, unending burn marks from an unjust and violent death. Every movement of his is followed by a phantasm of smoke, the smell of charcoal choking the air as he passes. His clothes are stained with soot and ash, the edges of his garments burning with a subtle, illusory ember. Calm grey eyes have shifted into broken storm clouds; pain and confusion plain in his ghostly gaze.
Phantom
As Luther has progressed into a Phantom, he forgets more of the life he had among the living. In response, his ghostly image has become a mixture of his strongest memories; those he had in youth and those he's made since death. Chin bare of beard, Luther looks more like he did when he was seventeen arcs old rather twenty two. Cinders still flicker across his form, but the smoke around him is no longer as wild; sinking into his body instead of pouring out. His skin is now an ashen grey and his eyes have darkened like smooth, black coals. Confusion doesn't haunt his gaze anymore, instead his unblinking eyes hold a restrained ferocity. A voice like silk hiding steel, this former farmboy looks far more worthy of his military heritage in undeath than he ever did in life.
Empty
Ascending into an Empty during the events of dark and twisted dream, what would have been a gnashing void of teeth was been altered by the mark of Daia and a courageous spark. Inspired by the Immortal, Luther now looks more like a soldier than a scholar. His face has shifted into sharp and handsome angles; appearing as someone in their late twenties rather than a youth of 17-some arcs. Long, diagonal scars cut across his face; a empathy witchmark disguised as battle-born wounds. His spectral form has filled out, a body bearing muscles suited for stealth and swords. A faintly glowing tattoo of a tiger stretches across his chest, the heart of the beast covering his own and burning with the mark of Daia. Finally, his eyes, once empty and black, have cleared to reveal a stilted cyan blue which still hold a hint of that endless hunger. This form looks foreign to any image of Luther prior, and perhaps that is intentional. Perhaps this is the man the boy could have become had he lived long enough to find an Immortal that would fight for him.