A very dark and chilly night, where the wind gently flown throw the graveyard that feel cold as ice. Not very sure to why there was a random human just walking around within the grounds of a graveyard at this time of night or the reason that he was there without warmer clothing on. The man had on a long sleeve black turtle neck shirt that has had the sleeves ripped off with matching black pants that are a perfect fit. Having on very comfortable pair of black boots on his feet and cloth warped up both arms from the tops of his fingers to just below his shoulders. While on his back was an oil-paper umbrella that was mostly white with some kind of design on it which couldn't be made out of what it was till it happen been opened up. Those the clothing it self didn't seem to be very thick, it really was made up of thick silk that keep him warm in the cold weather. Which make it much easier for him to not be phased by the weather that would normally, have most other being to be balled up on the ground and feeling as if they were gonna die frozen solid by the wind it's self.
The man was here in this graveyard to simply be as far away from other people as he could be. His name was 'Ech Vanlithe', very little had been known about this man at all honestly. Only thing that everyone met or saw him was that he had been either extremely sky or just a very anti-social kind of person. Other then that a lot of other that had the ability to feel aura coming from people could tell that Ech had been wrapped in a deep sea of darkness and sadness that seemed like it had no end in site. So not only did the man not want to be around others, it seems that others didn't want to be sucked into an endless feeling of dread as to way a good amount of others would avoid him. After a few hours of walking around, he ended up in front of a giant crypt that had a big stair case up to its doors. Ech walked up to the middle of the stair case and sat down right there on it. Endlessly staring up into the pitch black sky with a blank mind surrounded by nothing but creeping sadness and the dread of living. As his mind was lose in the sky, around the bottom of the stair case where those blasted pandas again, they would show up and go away when they wanted to as if they were some kinds of ghosts. Due to the fact that the when the pandas leave they just seem to poof away without a trace left be hide. An for that reason Ech had given them the nickname of 'Spook Pans' and quickly came to realized that there was no way to get rid of them. They seem to be completely un-kill-able due to the many times of trying to kill them and trying to get them to go away by pushing or shoo them away only made them come closer. So just leaving them be was always the best an really the only opinion Ech ever had to deal with them.
Credit @Des
