Enter the Ghost Knight...
[[Wandering the streets on a fog-choked summer night is what at first appears to be a cloaked, hooded version of Fakir. Not quite as tall as Lohengrin but still taller than most of his doubles, he makes no sound as he walks through Ginkan, not even that of footfalls upon the cobblestone street. His eyes are hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, the lower part of his face blank and expressionless, as though his mind isn't fully present at the moment. Indeed, it seems almost as though he isn't there at all, particularly if one looks hard enough to see the shadows of objects behind him...
The corner of his cloak brushes soundlessly through the swan fountain, and comes out completely dry.]]
[[OOC: This is the Ghost!Lohengrin from karasunotennou's world. He's fairly insane as a result of the circumstances of his death, and may or may not respond to you at all if you approach him; in addition, if he does respond, it may or may not be coherent. He won't hurt anyone, though.]]
The corner of his cloak brushes soundlessly through the swan fountain, and comes out completely dry.]]
[[OOC: This is the Ghost!Lohengrin from karasunotennou's world. He's fairly insane as a result of the circumstances of his death, and may or may not respond to you at all if you approach him; in addition, if he does respond, it may or may not be coherent. He won't hurt anyone, though.]]