Heh, after typing up all the below info and reading through this entire thread I just noticed now the words "closed" in the thread title. I could have sworn that wasn't there before. Well, I would assume that you're open to new players considering the whole concept of the PoL and the "daze". Plus, you've only got a couple as is. Well, I'm very intrigued/excited at this idea. Please let me know.
Name Verulo
Color Dark Green
Race Human
Intended Class Warlord, although, I don't want to steal Redclaw's thunder. Although, after finishing fleshing him out below, rogue. So, maybe TBD.
Attributes Tentatively, Str 13 Dex 12 Con 9 Int 13 Wis 10 Cha 15
Hit points 9
Appearance Young man. Slightly shorter than average, slight of build. Starting to show the early signs of baldness on the crown of his head and on the temples. The hair he does have is light brown in color. He has penetrating dark green eyes. He is very unkempt and has not shaved for days, yet he is not quite old enough to grow a full beard. Despite this, there is something "different" about him that makes him interesting, but not quite pleasing to the eye.
Background This section will wrap with those below. I apologize in advance if I ramble. His parents "disappeared" when he was only 8 years old, but no one else in town seemed to notice. At first he looked everywhere that he could (of course he could not pass the barrier or go to some areas) to find them. After several years he has given up hope that they will ever return or that he will ever find them. Some days he thinks that they died long ago and he does not remember, but he is never sure.
Your Family/Neighbors A while after the disappearance he acquired the habit of moving in with other families in town and pretending to be part of them. They never seemed to notice. Over the past dozen years he's lived with nearly every family in the town. But it's not like he knows them intimately, they're not much different. And after all this time all the people seem to almost have blended together. Even without direct family he was never lacking food/drink, although sometimes he did forget to eat for a few days. More recently, who can keep track of time in this world? (actually, this brings up a good question about weather and seasons) He's taken to living on his own, keeping to himself. Conversations are pretty much dry and repetitive with everyone he has ever met. All the kids that he used to talk/play with have grown into adults not unlike the others in the town. Even though he could sleep in any house in town without receiving so much as a strange look from the residents, he's taken to living on the streets and just falling to sleep when and where he is tired enough to do it.
How do you spend your days (when you're dazed) Never been dazed. (If this is okay of course). Does not understand this concept. Thinks perhaps, that something is wrong with him, because he seems to be the only one that is different. His days are basically a living hell. He's no longer a child. Being a kid in this place can be great because they basically get to play all the time. There's no school, the concept is not even present in the minds of people. But for Verulo... well, he's traversed the whole town and all around the "allowed" areas hundreds of times. He even started climbing the buildings out of sheer boredom. He's scaled nearly everything in town. He's walked along the walls, and even been perched on the domes of the more prominent buildings, as well as the glass top of the stained glass building. Outside of his exploring, he does not have a "task" that keeps him busy. (I like this next part if it's okay with you DM) Finally, he could take it no more. He managed to climb to the top of the castle tower for the first time and throw himself from the summit. He awoke "some time" later and found himself with no injury, perhaps it was all a dream.
Relationship One of his closest friends growing up (name left intentionally blank) has now turned into an adult and spends his days moving a large pile of rocks from one side of the town to the other for no apparent reason. There are a few others in this "work crew" as well. Verulo has given up trying to talk to him the way they used to.
Some things you're good at Climbing, finding way around/direction sense, more to come.
Hooks Missing parents, of course. Old friend, now moving rocks.
Childhood experiences -- optional; we can come back to it later
Some of this will be mediated, so we'll go backward and forward on it.
- Did you ever try to visit Big Green Eyes? Did you ever run into Big Green Eyes by accident ? He went there but never found anything strange. Has never actually seen "Big Green Eyes".
- What did you get for your glowing pebble? Or what happened if you never gave it to the Geeche.
Verulo received a plain, unframed mirror. Excited, he quickly found a more well lit area, as the sun had already gone down by the time it was lowered. When he looked into it all he saw was his young face staring back at him with those deep, dark green eyes.
I apologize for constantly shifting tenses above. But this idea rocks and I was doing a stream of consciousness brainstorming thing just wanting to get all my ideas down. Oh, and you mentioned earlier a "St. Louis" style arch, but I haven't seen it mentioned again. I had originally planned that place for the jump, but you later said the castle tower was the highest point in town. Also, just so you know, I thought of the missing parents thing before I read your hook suggestion about a person showing up and not knowing where from. 
hewligan, love the empty bucket, I would have thought of the same thing. I must have skimmed over the Old Hook's penchant for climbing and subconsciously included it into Verulo, but maybe he learned to climb by following the OH around.
EDIT: I did all of the above before reading the IC thread. Now that I see what's going on at the castle. If I am allowed to join, perhaps the current events are taking place around the time of my "jump". And that would be a way for me to join in. You find me and wake me up, or perhaps I wake up on my own in a courtyard or something.
