The bio's wacked out, but it's necessary for jumping into all the different timelines. HH referred me, and I am a n00b. Please don't flame me.


Name: (American) Merrick DawnFell (True Name) Kitish Chaskey (KIT-ish, Chas-key)

Age: 12

Race: Human, Native American

Sex: male

Hair: Jet black hair that streams just below his shoulders.

Eyes: yellow like that of an owl

Weight: 96 lbs

Height: 5’3

Weapon: Heaven’s Sweep: A bow that has been passed down from generation to generation, some wonder why it has never broken or gotten frail over the long years of use.

Strengths: He’s naturally athletic and very quick and dexterous.
Although he doesn’t like the title of genius and prefers the term “Smart” he’s currently taking college classes through correspondence.

Weakness: Although he is physically strong for someone his age, he’s still just a regular kid, however it is rumored in the lore of his tribe that if anyone were to ever know his “true name” with out him telling them then that person can take total control over his mind, sprit and body.

Skills/Magic: Being the natural Prodigy that he is Merrick has extensive and profuse
Knowledge at his finger tips, having studied just about everything from Martial arts to music. (He just got his black belt in Karate, and he loves his violin.)
Although Merrick dismisses the occasional occurrence of things getting misplaced around the house or him swearing up and down that a certain event has already happened he still can’t deny the other things that happen from time to time.
His crazy Grandfather keeps trying to tell him Legends about his family having a dark history with witchcraft, Shamanistic Powers and tales of being Able Summon Powerful sprit beings and communing with animals. Merrick still regrets the fact that
his Gramps was a Major Hippie back in his day and doesn’t believe a word of it.


Appearance: Merrick doesn’t really consider himself that tall (he’s 5’3) and he often gets complements on his skin tone by all the silly little girls in his neighborhood.(he’s sort of a darker shade of caramel) he’s skinny not scrawny and has all the trade marks of a kid his age except he has already began showing traces of muscle tone in his arms, chest and abdomen. What really sets him apart from his other tribesmen is with his high cheekbones, soft facial features and long jet-black hair that falls in thick and glossy black layers past his shoulders, he’s often mistaken for a girl when seen at a distance (much to his disliking). One thing that did raise a lot of questions with both students and teachers at school was when he started athletics and revealed a massive collection of scars on his back, as if beat by some whipping object when he was younger. Merrick’s Piercing yellow eyes are rarely seen outside his family.(due to the fact that he was picked on a lot for having them when he first started school and now wears contacts) Merrick has a pretty basic style: jeans and t-shirt, jacket if its cold and even though he doesn’t need them Glasses for reading.( you’ll be hard pressed to find a day where he’s not bespectacled)

Personality: when his head is not buried in a book you can probably get a glimpse of his cheeky smile while usually telling his older classmates how something works.
Merrick’s life centers mostly on his education and his culture, Merrick does find it a hard balancing act to be a full-blood American Indian with all of his tribal customs that are so easily imposed him and also being a modern twenty first century
Generation Y-er. One thing that also troubles him is the fact that he feels alone and confused as to how to carry himself around other kids his age, is he really the only one in his predicament?(Merrick can’t ever remember his grandparents letting him do anything with other kids his age unless they were family, kinda funny how they let him have the opportunity to get hazed at high school but he can’t even play with kids his own age at the park.)
“Merrick is old soul trapped in a young body”, or at least that’s what his gramps says anyway, him being the smartest person in the family and all. Merrick pretty much likes to question things and often lets his curiosity get the better of him, though he doesn’t consider himself a skeptic on many things in life, he doesn’t like to buy into things easily without a explanation, yet he also finds himself wondering about the things that can’t be explained with simple logic or science.



Biography: Raised with his grandparents ever sense he can remember, Merrick has led a relatively good life, albeit his is a child genius and he currently thinks he’s going crazy, its still a pretty good life. The Fact that the history of his parents and his scars are shrouded in mystery troubles Merrick deeply.(why won’t his Grandparents tell him anything?) Merrick wonders why ever since his twelfth birthday strange things keep happening and his grandparents have become more protective than ever, threatening to take him out of high school every time he has a bad nightmare.
After discovering his aptitude for academics at an early stage in elementary school merrick soon found himself a local celebrity in his rural town of Oklahoma, Jumping
All the way up to high school where he is currently debating graduating early as a junior or staying for his senior year with “kids” that he doesn’t really like.
Merrick’s Grandparents are both retired from work, are the single most influential forces in his life. His Grandfather a former Writer and philosopher has had a very handsome retirement. Merrick’s Grandmother got her masters in Art at Berkley, and from time to time subs for the local High school art class.
Jace and Hanna Dawnfell(Merrick’s grandparents) Are very protective of him, hardly letting him do just about anything without adult supervision thus Merrick is pretty sure that he’s a sheltered little brat. Its Jace, however that is the one who is willing to give Merrick some slack when Hanna isn’t looking.(still the reason why they vehemently insist on merrick not going to places on his own until he turns older is still very suspicious to him.) When not busy with school, his music, his grandmother’s private art lessons and his grandfather’s crazy tales of tribal myth or his karate classes you can catch him in his backyard tree house. Merrick’s one place of solitude from the busy, hectic and often confusing life that he leads, he also practices his archery with Heaven’s Sweep here as well.(usually shooting at home made targets strung about on other trees.)



While Most of the issues in his life are pretty mundane now, Merrick has been pretty stressed this year with all the strange events that have been occurring since he turned twelve. The most annoying being the string of headaches he gets randomly.
The big issue however is that Merrick thinks he’s going crazy, something he hasn’t told his grandparents or any of his classmates that he likes about.
As of lately he's been having theses horrific nightmares about the death of his grandparents. also there's been these instances where he thinks he hears or sees something that’s not there.



"so you think your going crazy huh?", is the question asked in a raspy voice that wakes Merrick one night. "w-who's there?" Merrick calls out in a alarmed voice.
Merrick's eyes struggled to focus in the darkness of his room, he sat up-right in his
bed wide awake now the only sounds heard were the faint moans of the tv in the living room that his grandfather always fell asleep to. Merrick's eyes strained as he scanned his room the dark outline of his desk and the stack of books piled haphazardly on top of it seemed normal, his laptop computer was sitting on the cushion of his lounge chair in the corner of his room. but the door to his closet was wide open, a gaping hole of darkness that sent shivers down his spine. Merrick never left his closet door open partly because it just creeped him out, but also because when left open it would creak and squeal every time their central heating and air kicked in.
"its time you've seen" came the Rasp emanating from his closet, just then the dark outline of a small figure came slowly lurching out of his closet.
Merrick’s eyes widened in horror as he looked at what appeared to be a small old man crawl out his closet, Merrick choked as he tried to scream or make some sound from his throat only to find himself utterly speechless.
“The gift that you have… many want it” he came crawling closer to Merrick,
“This isn’t happening… this can’t be real… this has to be another nightmare” Merrick thought trying to find solace as the gnarled mass of flesh came lurching to the foot of his bed.
“Many are looking for you, including your parents” Merrick snapped to attention at what the twisted phantom just said, now finally Merrick’s mind was beginning to recover from the rude shock of having some dead creature talk to him.
“My Parents…you know of them?” Merrick asked in a tentative voice, it was now crawling on the edge of his bed. “Merrick There are many worlds other than this one
and with each world comes a delicate balance, yet there is a rift in the harmony of these worlds.” Merrick simply stared as the phantom continued.
“Everything you know is about to end… The world you live in is a lie.”
Merrick Shuddered at this statement, ‘This is your last chance to discover the truth about who you are that’s why I was SENT”.
“sent?” Merrick asked, “yes I was sent to give you this”, just then the figure pulled something out of it’s inner rags that it was covered in. At first glance in the darkness of his room it looked like a flat circle on a chain, but upon further inspection he discovered it was a stone medallion inscribed with ornate designs and some sort of black crystal set in the middle of it. “what’s this for ?” asked Merrick still not comfortable with how close this creature was to him.
“It is your widow to the truth… wear it soon or the effect that it holds will soon where off, however only wear it when you are ready to leave this place…my time is here now is at an end…” the form of the withered man before him simply melted into the open air of his room as if he were some illusion made out of smoke.




Merrick hardly got any rest that night and spent the rest of the next morning and day at school thinking about the words of the old man. Whenever Merrick’s logic tried to take over and tell him that it was just another bad dream and that the event of the other night never happened, Merrick would simply place his left hand in his pocket and trace over the designs of the medallion with his finger.
All day Merrick had been thinking about it, what would happen if he put on the medallion and all day he had been fighting with his fear, logic and the thought that he still might be in some crazy delusion, however after much debate with himself and taking the time to pack a few of his favorite things, a pack of food, a change of clothes, DawnFell his grandfather’s quiver and his Lucky Harry Potter scarf, Merrick found himself standing in his backyard tree house holding the chain of the medallion staring deep into the black void of the dark crystal.
‘well here goes” Merrick thought as he put the medallion on and marveled at how warm to the touch the stone was on his skin.
In the distance he still heard the high pitch chirp of the birds native to this region,
the laughter of some children down the street echoed faintly in his ears and the frenzied yelping of the neighbor’s dogs still persisted, nothing happened.
“I knew I was going crazy” Merrick thought as he began to stare out at the sky
filled with faded oranges and reds as the sun was beginning to set.
It hit him like a fist in the stomach the sudden chill that the medallion gave freezing
To Merrick’s skin, Merrick cried out in pain as he tried to tear off the medallion that was slowly chilling every part of his body. Everything became a hazy blur as the world around him started to fall leaving Merrick dazed as darkness consumed him.
The Pain of the chill was gone and Merrick was left in the void of darkness, the sensation of falling terrified Merrick but in the darkness that surrounded him and blinded him he hit nothing, instead he just kept that sensation of falling or flying
which ever it was. “I won’t be afraid” Merrick tells himself as he descends to some
new world, “Now matter what.. I won’t be afraid”.
Merrick griped the handle of Dawnfell tighter when seemingly hundreds of miles away in the darkness, a weak light could barly be seen, a light that he was falling towards. Merrick held his silent resolve as he slowly drifted toward a new light, a new hope, and maybe a new life with answers about his family and what exactly his
Gift was. Merrick smiled to himself as the light grew brighter “I am not afraid”