
Here's introducing our very first character of the week:
Troubadour.
I asked Troubadour to be our first because he was one of the first to appear here who wasn't me. (It was so nice to see another person here!) And, he's a fascinating character. He's not the hero, he's the villian. He's evil. He's very evil. He's mega evil. He's......well, why don't I let him tell you about his evilness?
I introduce you to:
TROUBADORI have been dead for a long time. I don’t remember when I died, or how my life ended. I fear it was shameful, though, and that is why I am trapped earthbound as a ghost.
These days I wander the globe looking for tragedy; it isn’t hard to find. When I find someone on the brink of death I lie in wait, and when the soul leaves the body I strike. When the light comes for the soul I must hold on tight, for its pull is strong, but as strong as the light attracts the newly departed soul, there is an even stronger force pushing me away.
Most of the time the souls slip from my grasp and cross over into thelight. But sometimes, with the weaker souls, I can hold them back. And when I do, they are mine. I squeeze them as hard as I can, and Iam able to absorb their energy into my own. What a feeling of power!It is addictive, the rush that surges through me when I consume a soul.
But there is a down side. As I absorb their energy, I absorb the souls’ memories. And not just from the life that ended, but from all of their past lives. Now these memories have overshadowed my own. I can’t even remember my name. All I know is that I was a Troubadour,that’s the name I remember people using when they spoke to me, so I presume I come from France, sometime around the thirteenth century.
Can you help me find my past?
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So, there he is folks. If you have any comments, instructions, insights or questions for Troubadour, today's the day. Let's get to know: Troubadour.