Pink

Pink is a spirit in a body of plants and wool who has only woken up very recently in the world. He is a wanderer by choice, refusing to settle down in any location and traveling immense distances regularly, trying to find his purpose.

## Player Information

### **Appearance**

Pink is a somewhat shorter than average individual, who's body is made of wool and flowering vines. The wool is pink, and the flowers on the vines are a variety of colours of all kinds. Where his head would be, there is a carved pumpkin, with many of the vines appearing to grow out of the bottom of the pumpkin into the wool.

The pumpkin is carved into a blank face, two long vertical rectangles being in the place of eyes and a small, horizontal rectangle where the mouth would be. The pumpkin is completely hollow on the inside. Pink is never seen without a long length of pink fabric, typically held in one of his hands or carefully tied around his shoulders. It is in perfect condition, and always in his possession.

### **Personality**

*"Let us call a truce to terror, let us invoke the blessings of peace. Mankind must put an end to war- or war will put an end to mankind."  [Quote from John F Kennedy, excerpt used in song "What are we fighting for" by The Federal Empire]*

Pink is a softer spoken individual who tends towards caution in his actions, typically only interacting with people when he senses they are near him. He isn't outright hostile, and has a somewhat etherial quality to his speech, only furthered by his somewhat odd but resolute expectations of the world that are not often met.

He has a great knowledge of capitalism and mercantilism, although also readily despises both, not willingly engaging in either but valuing the work any merchant puts in and the corresponding value of their wares. He is homeless by choice, having a desire to not "physically mar the world around him," instead keeping everything he needs in a well organized backpack on his person.

He is wary of people learning of his past, and tends to follow and trust his instincts. He doesn't remember his past well and is currently unsure if he wants to remember, feeling that it is a deeply unsettling thing and that if his true identity were revealed, he wouldn't be able to escape it, and would instead be forced to walk a path he dreads.

### **History**

The end of the line. The final battle. He stood alongside his friends against what might as well have been the whole world.

They would not stand down. They would not accept their deaths, nor would they accept the society that had created them.

He woke up.

Looking at the world around himself. Confused. Seeing it through a blurry haze, unfamiliar, and yet...

He stayed there for weeks. Months, perhaps. Never seeing another creature, even despite the lushness of the jungle. His soul did not like the sun's exposure, but so long as he sat beneath the tree during the day, the flowers would bloom and flourish along his body.

his body..? That didn't seem like the correct words for it...

It was only after someone visited him that he fully realized why he hadn't seen another creature. He couldn't- they were invisible to him, impossible to see with his current sight. A baffling problem, but undeniably true...

After meeting others, however, and seeing the temple that existed down a path from the meadow where he had rested... He decided to leave that place. Restless, and somewhat... apprehensive. He needed supplies. Practice. He needed to find his footing- and figure out the sense of dread that haunted him in the presence of others.

### **Relationships**

Currently, Pink has not developed any particular relationships, positive or negative. He is at most acquaintances with or wary of a few people.