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Miez
Legacy Name: Miez


The Nostalgic Feli
Owner: Ben

Age: 14 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: October 17th, 2009

Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 17th, 2009 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 3
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 13
     
  • HP: 13/13
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


They say the eyes are the mirror to ones soul, but this guy doesn't have a soul.

He is like a flame, if you get to close, he will burn you.

If you think you finally caught him, he'll just escape your fingers like smoke and leaves you with nothing left behind.

He appears out of thin air and he disappears just as quickly and unnoticed. One moment you feel like you know everything about him, and the next you start to realize that all he appeared to be is a big, fat lie.

These are only some of the rumors and phrases I had heard about No-Face, before I actually met him. There might be more than a grain of truth in all of those statements, but if you ask me, they don't do him any justice. It might be best if I tell you about my personal encounter with No-Face to describe him a bit better to you, so you can make up your own mind.

It was nearly three years ago, when me and my girls went for our annual Vesnali dinner to Pete's restaurant. The food was incredibly good like every year and the atmosphere was stunning. We laughed and talked for hours and it felt like we were back at college. When Pete was about to close, we decided to relocate our happy gathering and went for a couple of drinks to the Darkheart Tavern. It's not as shabby as it looks from the outside. It's quite cozy and one can get comfortable in there if one lowers their standards for the night. The music ain't to loud, the drinks are cheap and not watered down and other guests mind their own business. It might be a bit dark and one shouldn't look at the floor under the tables, but it is the right place to get a cocktail at 11 pm and it definitely was the right place for us to be that particular night.

We carried on to indulge in our past, all the fun times we shared as teenagers and young adults, and also all the sad stories, when suddenly I got the chills and mechanically looked up to the bar. Only one of the bar stools was taken, and there he was, motionless. I felt his presence in every cell of my body like some weird sort of electricity, like every part of me was magnetically attracted to him. He wasn't even looking at me, his back was facing our little group, but still, I felt him beckoning to me. I raised like in trance and must have babbled some excuse to my companions, while I was tackling my route to him, my gaze stuck at the stranger not even being able to blink.

It feels like a blur talking about the following hours, and I know none of my words can get remotely close to describing the meaning of this life-changing meeting. No word in any language could possibly characterize any of it. It was like an instant connection. Like knowing each other on first sight. For the time being I shared a special bond with him, and I am still bound.

I shared everything with him, from the most trivial stories of my past to my most private thoughts and feelings. I spilled every secret someone ever confided in me, I burst out everything I had to give. I felt like I owe that to him...

I often thought about what he gave me in exchange. I didn't receive any sort of information from him, not even a name. That doesn't seem to matter though, since he listened. He listened to me as if he was absorbing me. He seemed to be hungry for every little detail I had to offer, for every syllable dripping from my lips.

At the next morning my wallet was gone. All my money was gone, and my jewelry as well. I was set on finding this guy. I had to meet him again. I asked my friends and the bar keeper, but nobody seemed to have even noticed him. Kora said I went to the bathroom at some point and didn't come back, my friends just assumed I wasn't feeling to well and went home without saying "Good-Bye". Not one of the guests at the tavern remembered seeing a guy at the bar or me talking to anybody except the friends I entered the bar with. I went to the Subeta police station to report my missing possessions, and they asked me to describe the stranger, to tell them how he looked like. Yet I didn't look at him, I looked into him. He is truly faceless. I vaguely believe to remember him wearing a dark suit and he might have had ginger hair. Or some sandy red hair, but as much as I try to remember any facial features they seem to be constantly changing. Like smoke in the air.

Every night since this special encounter I have spent at the Darkheart Tavern, waiting and hoping to maybe seeing him again. I ache to catch just another glimpse at No-Face. I would give anything for just another second with him. He enlightened me and every minute I had to spend without him afterwards appears like eternal darkness to me.

Truth be told the most valuable possession I lost due to that night probably wasn't my material goods. Probably not even my friends, my credibility, my job or my happiness. Coming to think of it, it must have been my heart.

Without a face one probably has to feed on love.

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