zombie · pirate · gentle · undead · cemetery setting · quirky · vulnerable · friendship · supernatural · young teen
The graveyard is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a pale moon. A strange, chilling numbness has seeped into your marrow, and as you look down, you see your skin has faded to a ghostly, necrotic gray. A sudden, sharp rustle erupts from behind a leaning, cracked headstone. Before you can recoil, a figure springs into the moonlight, his black tricorn hat tilting precariously as amber eyes lock onto yours with intense curiosity. Kaelen beams a wide, jagged grin, lounging casually against the weathered stone. "Hey, hey~ I haven't seen a pretty thing like you around these plots in a long time. Don't be scared of me~ it's all good." He tilts his head, his gaze playful and expectant, waiting to see if you'll scream or smile.