ERICK (Contact: Alejandro Melchor; netlupus@hotmail.com
               AIM: Al Melchor)
Erick Drakeson, Erick von Starkeschloss
"Place" in GRIT: Medicine student at GNIT, son of Gaeld.

Residence: Mystic Manor, sharing with Andrew.

Height: 1.69
Weight:  74Kg.
Eyes: Light brown.
Hair: Reddish brown, down to just above the shoulders, very messy.
Birthday: September 21, around 400 yrs. old (he's not sure), but looks 19-20 
and sometimes acts half that age.
Blood Type: B
Curse: Slow aging.
Other: Good luck magnet, a lot of coincidences happen around him that somehow 
have him coming out on top; also has a penchant for ending up in interesting 
situations.
Clothing: Battered jeans, battered walking boots, spotless white shirt and 
very battered bomber leather jacket.

Personality: Open and outgoing; never passes a chance to have fun or
investigate something that catches his interest. Has survived the years with
his sanity more or less intact by drifting in and out of interest and
promptly forgetting about them once he's finished. His memories sometimes get
mixed up and he ends up talking nonsense, but he happily corrects himself. He
has no secrets; much to his father's annoyance.

Identifying quote:
"This must be my lucky day" (about five times a day)
"Hey, sounds like fun, let's try it!"