Like undoubtedly many others, the boy that will one day be the Sorrow finds himself wandering the halls. He's very lean, rather pale and almost sickly looking. His white-blond hair is short, but still messy and unkempt. His simple clothes are worn and dirty, like they probably belonged to a few other people before him.
There's a bit of fear in him, since he's not really sure what to make of the situation at present. All he knows is he is alone save for a very crudely made and well loved stuffed rabbit.
So on he wanders, looking for someone, hoping to find anyone that might chase away the creeping feelings of dread he has. He doesn't like to be alone. They're too loud when he's alone.
((OOC: Side note, yes, he's a LIVING child))
There's a bit of fear in him, since he's not really sure what to make of the situation at present. All he knows is he is alone save for a very crudely made and well loved stuffed rabbit.
So on he wanders, looking for someone, hoping to find anyone that might chase away the creeping feelings of dread he has. He doesn't like to be alone. They're too loud when he's alone.
((OOC: Side note, yes, he's a LIVING child))