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Wormwood the Articiff

Baptiste
Legacy Name: Baptiste

The

Glacier Rreign
Owner:

Dimitri

Age: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week

Born: September 9th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: September 9th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 11
Speed: 0
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 1929
Job: Unemployed

The gift of knowledge and immortality, at the cost of his sanity, long term memory and the ability to feel/touch.
There is a fine line separating the mind between what he remembers, and what actually happened. Baptiste is in a constant struggle with himself to hold it all together, his mind extremely fragile and brittle. His sanity, on the brink of collapse. The only thing keeping him together, a woman over two-thousand years old; Veca.

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"All the world's a stage,

and all the men and women merely players:

they have their exits and their entrances;

and one man in his time plays many parts..."

~ Shakespear

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Time is underrated.
Especially if you do not need to follow its rules. One can do many things when they have all the time in the world to do whatever they please.

Baptiste sat at the window seat of his most current, favorite sketchy cafe. The place had its own flavor. Or smell, whatever. He didn't care about the smell, or the looks he got from the overweight bikers at the counter, he didn't even care that there seemed be a nice layer of grim on every surface. So long as it wasn't in his food that is. There was a perfectly good reason for Baptiste to be there, he was following someone, and this cafe served as a very nice vantage point to watch their movements.
Finishing his tea, he put money on the table and left. She would be there soon, about time he go and wait for her.
It had taken him five years to find her, she was a tough chick to locate. She knew how to hide well, and even leave traps for anyone who felt they needed to find her. Baptiste had landed in quite a few of her traps. Once he was impaled by a large pointy log. Yeah. He would have found it painful if he could have felt it. But he can't feel. A result of a magic potion he stole from her a long, long time ago.
Weaving between buildings, Baptiste hid next to her apartment and waited for her to show up. It didn't take long before he could see her coming down the walkway. He would be lying is he didn't say she was attractive. With her long black hair and blue eyes, lithe body... But he was following her because she was the key. The key to cure his ailments. Ever since he took the potion she had made for herself and drank it, Baptiste has had problems. Side effects. She hadn't perfected the potion before he took it, so she owed him.
She was three steps away from the front door when Baptiste jumped out and grabbed her arms behind her and clamped her mouth shut with his other hand. He could not risk her screaming or even worse, casting a spell or stabbing him with something sharp and pointy. "We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Personally, I'd rather this go smoothly." She squirmed under him, but grunted a response, so he let her go.
She turned around and put a hand on his chest, grinning. "Be thankful there are people watching, or I would have cut you open before you even touched me." Baptiste watched her open the door and followed her inside. He smiled. 'Yep, still the same as always.'
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"As I have told you many times before, I cannot reverse your problem Baptiste! I am sorry, but you have got to let it go." He found her quirk funny, Veca never said compound words. He also liked the aura she had. No he wasn't some kind of hippie, he could just feel hers. Only hers. "You know I am going to have to hide again right? I swear every time you find me, someone else follows suit and tries to kill me. It is like you bring disaster with you!" She flung her arms up in disgust.
Baptiste grabbed her arm as she walked past, she looked at him, eyes narrowed. "Baptiste. I cannot help you." He could feel the frustration building inside him. Even though he asked her every time, he felt she was holding something back. Veca put a hand on his, she was warm, soft. She was the only thing on the planet that he could feel.
"I'm slipping Veca, and I don't know if I can control it." He whispered to her. She knew whenever he was not around her, his mind would slip, she was his sanity.
Veca wrapped her arms around him, he hesitated, shocked she did that, and put his own arms around her. "As much as I hate to, it would be better if you stayed around me more. I can at least help you with that." Baptiste took a deep breath, her smell was sweet. Like lilies. "But first, you have to help me move. Your stalkers will be here soon to cause me trouble."