Soul

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I'm not quite sure where I am, or how I got here.  I woke up with a sword, and backpack.  Holding a scroll that simply said Soul.  I guess that's my name.  I'm lost here, but I must venture forth.  I don't know why, but my legs carry me forward.  Deeper into the madness, further into this nightmare.  There are islands here, am I from one of them?  Nothing is for sure, but I know the things here frighten me.  My mind is still a little cloudy, and my legs quake from the stress of it all.  Yet I must keep going.  Am I to die here?  No, I cannot think that way.  I'll simply have to over-come it.  Though a question nags at me.  Nags so deeply I can rarely shake it even as sleep takes me.  If I climb a mountain of bodies, only to look to the horizon and see a thousand more mountains like the one I climbed.  Can I keep going?  If so...Why?  And should I climb that thousandth mountain, tired, alone, but alive.  Could I do it again?  Should I?  Even if I can keep ahead of the Reaper a step at a time, and keep my blade sharp and my enemies fallen before me.  Will I win?  And if I do.  Can I do it again?  I must find the path that leads to truth.  Or be swallowed by the madness of Sinfar.  I begin...With the first step upon the first mountain.  May God have Mercy on my Soul, this Soul.  

Excerpt from the Journal of Soul, Lost Warrior.

(RP for Lights, Character is based from the Dark Souls/Daemon Souls universe.  Approach with caution if you plan to interact.)
Player:Brought To You By
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Human