Desiree

[Desiree]

Desiree, The Ghost General Information Race : Ghost Birthday : Unknown16, Summer, 394 AV Age : Unknown118 years old Gender : Female Physical Description Before her untimely death, she was a beauty. She had long, softly curled hair the color of milky chocolate with dark ashen undertones. Her long hair lengthens down the base of her spine and was described as light and frothy. Her skin was very fair and soft like a bird's down-feathers. She had a birthmark on the small of her back just above her bum. The mark appears as if it were a stain, the color of a light dusty brown that fades into her skin. The birthmark looks very much like a small butterfly. In her eyes, a crisp, fresh, crystal ocean that lathers a person in a sweet embrace. Many men wanted her hand in marriage once she was of age. Along with her angelic features, she increases her look of total innocence with her short stature and frail body frame. She had this feature built when her mother would teach her and other girls near her home to dance with grace and honor. Before she had died around age nineteen, they have described her to appear around fifteen. After her morbid death, she acts like a kelvic for a specific reason. But instead of an animal, she chooses to appear as a wounded Palos Verdes Blue Butterfly. Character Concept Desiree was the definition of sweet blissful ignorance. She was kind to every stranger that entered her domain. Whatever the stranger asked, she would complete the job happily and not expect anything in return. Anything they would offer to her, she would refuse. She was taught that accepting gifts as a host is disrespectful and not tolerated in her household. Her father a benshira, her mother a human; the combination wasn't unexpected to create a bundle of joy. There are too many words to describe this girl's kindness to others. She just loves to make people smile. Death has changed Desiree drastically. It's quite depressing. She was killed by a Krysus-marked champion after she poured her whole heart and soul into creating a heart for this man. After she went through this change, she was more shocked than anything. Over the years of pondering and grieving over herself, she grew angry. The real beast came out of this innocent soul and she distrusts anyone who comes across her. It takes a while to get her to completely trust someone. Even then, she still carries a small bit of doubt. Now that she has all this time to herself, she watches people and their actions. She decides whether or not if she would teach them lessons she never learned while alive. She still has some good morals but most of what she used to be have been twisted into demonic proportions. Character History Desiree's death was a morbid murder. She had invited strangers into her home and treated them with sweet hospitality. One day, she came across a young man who was very ill. Desiree couldn't resist helping him. She took him home and treated his strange, possibly self-inflicted wounds with care. It took many hours before the young man was conscious and had greeted Desiree with sickly sweet kindness. He appreciated her help and wanted to meet with her again some day. Desiree found it odd that the man gained full health so quickly when he had seemingly portrayed a very ill act. Of course, the naive girl didn't question it. She was taught not to judge others. After encountering the man, she found little gifts on her doorstep. However, it was unwanted. The gifts were strange and sometimes gross, like small dead animals or a crow's feather. Desiree even received a letter from the man, asking to meet at restaurants or libraries. The poor girl couldn't find the heart to refuse. She didn't mind meeting up with the man. It was rather delightful to her. They would have educated talks and he taught her how to do calligraphy. He even gave her his special ink vile so she could practice at home. But one thing puzzled her, he never told her his name. Ever since she had met the traveling man. Murders were happening all over town. Desiree was frightened when she heard the news. The victims were usually young, around her age and all women. They were murdered differently in gruesome ways. Acid poured into the eye sockets. Throats torn into, almost beheaded. Screwdrivers shoved into the ears of the victims. She was afraid to leave home and had to refuse meeting the man one day. He claimed that he didn't mind. He ended up showing up at her house. Something was rather odd about him that day. He seemed more eerie. The murders started happening more frequently. Increasing to one girl per day. Desiree had to attend many funerals. The most recent funeral, the day before her death, she caught sight of the man and nestled on his thick black hair, a Palos Verdes butterfly. He had bore a sickening gaze directed at Desiree while crushing the blue butterfly on his head and dusting its corpse off of him. She had to push her distrust away from herself, stubbornly. But Desiree found it hard to want to see him again. She started to erase her morals due to him. The day of her death, Desiree greeted the man as usual whom shown up at her house. His eyes were puffy with lack of sleep. She did her normal routine of serving him dinner and treating his needs. Afterwards, he didn't bring out his calligraphy supplies like always and it puzzled Desiree. Instead, he asked where her parents were. She told him that they knew he was coming and had to go to the market to buy more food. They said they felt Desiree was more safe with a family friend who could defend her if the cereal-killer happened to break in. When she told him that, it seemed he looked more... Excited. He asked if she could lead him to the bedroom. Without questioning him, Desiree took his arm and led him to her room. The man had looked around her room, as if he were contemplating what to do. Desiree watched him curiously, noticing something she hadn't seen before. The man had took off his long-sleeved jacket and hung it in her closet. He never took off the jacket and it made Desiree uneasy. On his arm, near his wrist, a mark of some sort of bloody hand-print was revealed. She asked him what made him want a strange tattoo and he just smiled. He explained to her that it was a gnosis he had earned from working so hard for his favored goddess. Desiree awoke with her temples pumping in pain and her limbs tied down on each post of her little bed. The man had started putting on blue gloves, letting them slap against his wrist loudly as he pulled on them. That was when he started to explain himself. He told her that he was a Krysus-marked champion whom swore to kill the most innocent in the most sickly creative ways. That was when she realized what was going to happen. He was the one causing death in her home town and she was next. He told her that he fell in love with her and that he would give her the choice of death. Desiree, distraught, chose to have her throat cut. She didn't realize that it was one of the most painfully slow deaths. She had expected it to be a quick slice, but she was mistaken. He slowly tore into her soft flesh, leaving her screaming until her voice was cut off and shortly afterwards... Her life. Desiree now wanders around aimlessly, unable to speak due to her gruesome death. She refuses to move on for personal reasons. If feeling extreme emotions, she actually musters enough energy to bring back her, once beautiful, voice to hum a short, familiar song. (Will edit history, sorry it's so awfully written!) Languages Fluent : Common Basic : Shiber Poor : n/a Lores 1) Knowledge of Possesing Small, Frail Animals and Maintaining Possession of Body for 30 minutes 2) Knowledge of Materializing as a Specific Object of Interest Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Materialization 19SP, 10RB 29 Competent Soulmist Projection 26SP 26 Competent Possession 5SP 5 Novice Possessions Note: Since she is a ghost, these items simply appear on her spirit. 1 Set of Clothing -Simple White Sundress -Simple White Undergarments -Simple Light Brown Cloak -Simple Vintage Sandals 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -600 Mizas -Heirloom: She died with this item on her. A ruby-encrusted bracelet given to her on her birthday from her parents. Housing She does not occupy a home. She rather float around aimlessly around the city or haunt Inn rooms. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 100 Cash In +500 600 Threads (Type)