Little Ghost, the Hollow Vessel

[Little Ghost]

Hollow Vessel // Little Ghost
"You're a short one, but you've a strong look about you."

Description
Far from a large bug, Little Ghost stands at a mere four feet in height, not counting his horns that grant him an additional five inches. Around his body, a draped cloak thatat times drip shadow.
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Charting the ways.


A small study.


Little Ghost at the height of his power as the Vessel of Void, Wearer of the King's Brand, Wielder of Dreams. Little Ghost as the King of Hallownest. As the Hollow Knight.

Images by Zummeng@deviantart

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Personality
Curious and driven. These two words best sum up the totality that is Little Ghost. Born in the crushing despair of failure, cast away from the pale light to forever lay trapped in the darkness, he rose by sheer will to accomplish his purpose, forgotten though it may have been. The searing radiance, failing to grip a mind emptied by unbending, unbreaking will stirred him to action and for a thousand days and nights he journed towards Hallownest, the Eternal Kingdom and, more importantly, home.

Discovering so many new things on the way; the feel of snow and sand and wind whipping about him during his walk in the desolation, the ambience of a peaceful grove, the Dirtmouth inhabitants' desparate struggles for survival, and many other wonders stoked the embers of curiousity, courage, compassion, and


History

Pre-Omniverse
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Prologue: Dirtmouth-bound!

Little ghost does not remember much, though the Void Heart pulses with emptiness in his chest. He knows that his journey was long. At first a long time in the darkness, unmoving. A slightly shorter one on the surface

Awakening in the desolate lands far beyond Hallownest's borders, Little Ghost was empty. Bereft of will or vim, the little bug spent many cycles gazing at the dark skies during the night and sleeping during the day. Until that dream.

White light, not the soft paleness of the moon, but harsh and burning like the sun in the desert, searing, scorching, trying to find purchase on a mind not yet born. Trying to find purchase in emptiness. And like the void at the root of all things, there was no life for this light to grab a hold off, to twist to whatever purpose it served. The following night on those desolate plains, something other than windswept sand and snow was moving. A small form, clad in a horned little mask and a tattered cloak, was slowly trudging over the dunes, the winds and both hindering and helping his short stride.

Moons came and moons went. The snows abated. And in the distance, a light. It was something small, something... soft. Pale and soothing, rather than harsh and searing, it spoke of an accomplished age. A small lamp, and further on, another. The little shape wandered on. A solitary mountain rising in the distance. No, not solitary, a range. A natural wall of grand scale to keep the desert outside, clearly visible even at night. Follow the lamps, up a pass and then a sheer cliff straight down, with a lamp on the ledge and a village in the distance.

A leap of faith.

A cave, a tablet, and a Door. Another cliff and the village, Dirtmouth, with its sole inhabitant. The well. And then Hallownest, the Eternal Kingdom.

Home.

Episode 2: Into the Hallownest

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Peri-Omniverse
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