If I only had a brain...

Name: Lysias (and that's all)
Nickname: Ly
Gender: Technically genderless, since he lacks private parts, but is considered male.
Age: He lost count years ago...he's ageless. XD
Other: He is somewhat immortal. Like, he CAN die, but it's not easy. For the most part, any wounds can be sew back together and missing parts can be put back on. XD He also doesn't age. After all, scarecrows don't get older in appearance. The only way to kill him is to totally obliterate him in some manner, mainly fire. If you were to empty him of his stuffing, that'd probably kill him too...similar to bleeding to death I guess.

Story: Lysias was not always named Lysias. That's because Lysias was not always a scarecrow. He was a puritan back in the pilgrim times actually. However, one night when he was tending to the fields a bit late, he ran into a woman performing rituals out in the nearby woods. As a good little pilgrim, he turned to tell on her, but not before accidentally catching her attention first. The witch then made him feel the painful transformation of becoming a lowly scarecrow. She then hung him up in scarecrow fashion and left him that way.

The transformation was a horrible one, because he was only partially inanimate. In other words, he could see and hear and feel, and yet he could do nothing, could not communicate. So there he hung as a scarecrow for years, his former self forgotten by his people as well as himself.

Many years later, the farmer who had inherited the house realized that the scarecrow was pretty worn down. He had been there for generations after all...

He decided it was time for a new one, and that the old one should be thrown out. Before he could throw poor Lysias in the trash heap, however, his next door neighbor showed up and asked if she could have him. She was an old widow and lonely, and having a human-like figure around in her field would double as company for her.

The farmer was pleased to pass Lysias on to her, and she promptly took him to her home and used her awesome old lady sewing skills to fix him up. Becoming fond of her new company, despite being imaginary or otherwise, she affectionately named him Lysias. Her loving care was so strong, it was able to somewhat break the spell upon him, giving him his back his movement.

He's still a scarecrow though. XD