Comme l'odeur l'avait frappé, il a frappé le sol, et s'est mis à sécher le heave, puis en fait le heave. Asra est revenu de la maladie, et a couru ses mains à travers ses cheveux. Il a regardé le désastre devant lui. Est-ce qu'il pourrait se lever? Ses genoux tremblaient terriblement, et bien qu'il ne pleurât pas, il se lança. Même la température de la pièce l'a rendu nauséeux, une chaleur brute des corps gonflés se présentait encore autour de la pièce. Les bancs étaient en désarroi, les corps paraissaient indescriptiblement ahurissants, stupéfaits par l'horreur.
Les lamelles d'Asra sont tombées dans des whimpers, alors qu'il fermait les yeux et essayait de penser à n'importe où d'autre qu'il pourrait être. Le silence dans son esprit était presque inexistant, un flot chaotique de mots de papier que son esprit a écrit sans fin. Mais alors, un silence qui est tombé sur elle, comme il est progressivement mort. Un acte de répression, pour sceller la mémoire, une tentative d'effacer l'image et de reposer son cerveau faible. Et quand il a ouvert les yeux, il n'a plus vu de danger. Il a vu une tragédie... bien que l'horreur lui ait griffé dessus, il avait besoin de tout ce que ces gens avaient.
Il se leva et s'appuya contre le mur, le coup d'une bile d'occasion se leva à la gorge. Il lâcha, mais avec plus de calme, et enveloppa ses bras autour de son corps, la chaleur des morts sans égal au froid d'un estomac vide et retira l'adrénaline. Il marcha, trébucha, mais s'empara lui-même, au - dessus du corps d'un autre ecclésiastique. Asra, méfiant de la maladie, a balancé le front de l'homme, mais s'est rendu compte qu'aucun de ces gens n'aurait probablement rien, car ils s'étaient avérés incapables de repousser le monstre qui avait fait cela. Asra se dirigea donc vers l'autel, et il évita consciemment ses yeux de la femme, et la jeta hors de l'autel. Il a inspecté la zone pour trouver d'autres indices, car il sentait qu'il y avait encore des secrets ici qu'il avait besoin de trouver avant de passer à autre chose.
Name: Asra
Age: 20
Gender: M
Race: Demigod (of the God of Secrets) and a Human
Height: 6' 0"
Appearance:

Weapon of choice: Magic
Occupation: Dancer/Entertainer of a traveling caravan
Lore:
Asra was brought up by a single mother, and never told of his birth out of the shame that a noblewoman such as she would dally in the company of a God, unfaithfully. As the birthmark had sat on his neck, so is where she'd hurt him, in a wicked attempt to absolve herself of her crime. She was later accused by her husband, when she tried to kill the boy in a river when the nobleman found her. Before she died, Asra spoke of her secret, and left the scene, officially emancipated of all parentage.
Asra took interest in the world of the carnival, and found himself on the wagon of a friendly crew of carnies. Their faith, in their line of work and the worship of the unnatural, was based around the God of Secrets, and his association with the unknown, alienated, and cataphysical. Asra had an affinity for secrets, and as soon as he became a mage-dancer for his affinity with knowledge and mana, he just as well adopted the title as a medium, set backstage for private insurers. He'd fall into a trance, sometimes even sleep, but his body would whisper their secrets, some they had yet to know.
It was there he heard it procured from his own mouth, about the Arkanshire Dream, and its next manifestation. And when he told the caravan of his intentions, they worked their way around so that they'd be in the right place, at the right time. Unknown as to who his real father is, he walked toward the Dream with purpose. His dark secret gods of worship at his back, and a bag full of secrets, he only has his life to lose, and that may prove to break his invincible demeanor more than the pain of death ever could.
Extra Info:
-Orientation is homosexual, however, not very sexual. Desperate for love, and has never had anything of the like.
-Spiritual, but ultimately heretical, his secret ideas of gods usually being an idealized self. He prays to himself to ask if he can push himself just a little harder, in an attempt to be better. This is a psychological subconscious idea as a result of his upbringing.
-Seeks the Arkanshire Dream to know if anyone else hears his prayers, and why some go unanswered. Also possibly because his career as a dancer has run its course.
-Extremely emotional until the subject of family is brought up.
-Actively struggles with depression.