Realistic or Modern ♡ — 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨. (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴)

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—speed dating

♡ — BASICS.

name.

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apparent age.

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birthdate.

include the year.

deathdate.

include the year.

gender.

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sexuality.

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nationality.

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role.

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♡ — VISAGE.

face claim.

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height.

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hair.

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eyes.

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outfit.

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extra.

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♡ — PERSONA.

personality.

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likes.

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dislikes.

here.

strengths.

here.

flaws.

here.

history.

here.

—applications !

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cecily bardot.

BASICS.
name:
— cecily bardot.
nicknames:
— cece.
apparent age:
— twenty-one.
birthdate:
— june 9th, 1967.
deathdate:
— october 31st, 1988.
gender:
— trans girl.
sexuality:
— pansexual.
ethnicity:
— caucasian, of french and irish heritage.
nationality:
— american.

VISAGE.
face claim:
— hunter schafer.
height:
— 5'10.
hair:
— long, straight, & bleach blonde. her natural brunette is showing through at the top but sadly there are no ghost salons where one can go to get their roots touched up.
eyes:
— a stormy mix of blue and gray.
outfit:
— a true child of the eighties, where madonna and cyndi lauper reigned supreme, cecily had an outlandish wardrobe and died in an outfit as colorful as her personality. she has absolutely no regrets.
distinguishing features:
— freckles, an over-the-top face of makeup with bright pink eye shadow and blush.

PERSONA.
summary:
— even in death, cecily is an undying spark. life was not especially easy for a transgender girl in the twentieth century, but the hardships she endured just taught her how to shine even brighter. she seems to contain within herself an endless amount of energy - she's all but bouncing off the walls at times. bright, cheerful, and bubbly, if a bit naive and airheaded at times, cecily is a girl that never stops talking. she is unapologetically herself and remains unbothered by other's opinions. she absolutely refuses to let others rain on her parade: a skill she acquired in life and one that has been practically necessary for survival ever since. despite her intensity, though, cecily is likeable and has a good heart. she wears her heart on her sleeve and makes it a point to be honest at all times, to the point of being considered brash by some. but at least you know you can always trust her.

cecily is bold, brave, passionate, and strong. she is loyal to the end and kind to all those who meet her. though she can be frustrating and a bit too much at times, she is a genuinely good and well-meaning person who's just in need of some friends.

likes:
— cyndi lauper, music, parties, cool cars, bright colors, friendship, romance, animals, sunset, city lights, long car rides, adventures, technology, cheesy movies, and phone calls.

dislikes:
— liars, hateful people, being alone, awkward pauses, drama, being ignored, and gossip.

strengths:
— honest, kindhearted, expressive, loyal, trustworthy, optimistic, friendly, extroverted, courageous, and strong.

flaws:
— naive, easily manipulated, intense, stubborn, hotheaded, loud, airheaded, confrontational, and brash.

history:
tw: transphobia
— cecily was born in 1967 in helena, montana, the middle child in between two boys. her parents believed they had three sons. however, cecily knew she was a girl when she was four years old. though she tried to tell her parents, it was not something anyone really understood in 1971 and they wrote it off as a phase. obviously, it was not. cecily thus had to live her first sixteen years of life as a boy, though she did not do so quietly. cecily was always outspoken and colorful, finding role models in activists and hippies, as well as glam rock musicians of the 1970s and '80s. they were her idols and she tried to live her life as close to theirs as possible - loud, bright, and always in a pair of platform shoes (with a dash of glitter.)

her family could barely handle her; her parents and siblings never spoke of her. she was the black sheep of the family, the disappointment. but it was not until she was sixteen and came out as being attracted to both males and females that they outright disowned her. 16 years old, cecily moved out of her family's home and dropped out of school. she hitch-hiked to chicago, illinois and never looked back. strangely enough, disownment was perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to her. in chicago, she changed her name and was able to freely identify as a female without her parents breathing down her neck.

it wasn't easy, of course. it was still the 1970s and though the pop celebrities like david bowie made it out to be a liberal time, expressing yourself was frowned upon by most of the general population. cecily was bullied and mistreated and hated and, more than once, beaten. but she refused to give up. at least there she found friendship in likeminded individuals and entry into clubs where people danced with you no matter who you were or what you identified as. at least in chicago she could dress how she wanted to and finally be true to herself. nevermind that when she wasn't living in dingy apartments she was sleeping on people's couches or even in the street. she didn't let her spark die. because if it died, so would she.

things were looking up for cecily shortly after her twenty-first birthday. she found a good job at a gay bar and started a solid relationship with a slightly older guy named henry. he was good and kind and let her live with him in his apartment. over twenty years of struggling got her finally to a good place. a place of belonging. of course, that was too good to be true.

cecily was shot dead outside of the bar at 3:17 a.m., the early morning hours of halloween. her shift was over and she was headed home for the evening, getting ready to prepare herself for a halloween party that would be happening that night at henry's apartment. it was ruled a hate crime. the man who did it was never caught. it was a horror and an injustice, but it sparked a few good riots and protests in the lgbtq+ community in chicago. she likes to say her death was for the greater good and leave it at that, preferring to not focus on the dark things - lest she lose herself in sadness like all the other ghosts. the greatest shame of all, she says, is that she has to explain why she died on halloween yet isn't in a costume. it will forever be a waste to not get to be a ghost in a sexy cat costume.

 

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  D.O.B

  Diego Devera

  'Rey'

  --05/16/1990

  
  

  APPARENT AGE

  -GENDER

  DEATH

  Twenty-five

  Cis-male

  ---12/31/2015

  
  

  SEXUALITY

  -ROLE

  F.C.

  Pansexual----Murdered---Sergio Carvajal

  
  SUMMARY: Diego was an up-and-coming musician whose life had barely even begun to take off by the time he was slaughtered in his own home. While he is in no way an inherently angry man, he has an ever-rising sea of regret and loneliness both.
  
  His fiance has finally moved on as of late, but to this day, his fans still debate his high-profile killing and who his killer might've been. Diego himself has been hoping to find some answers, as for the first time in his life- (or lack thereof), he feels bitterness and animosity welling up inside him.
  
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  VISAGE:
  ETHNICITY: Dominican-Italian
  HEIGHT: 6'3"
  WEIGHT: 179 lbs
  HAIR: Brown
  EYES: Brown
  OUTFIT: Black cutoff shirt, distressed jeans, black tennis shoes, stainless steel rings on fingers.
  
  
  
  PERSONA:
  VICES: Self-effacing, gullible, struggles with autophobia and depressive episodes. A mite possessive, but never aggressively so.
  VIRTUES: Kindhearted, chivalrous. Attentive, curious, intuitive. Empathetic. Warm & inviting.
  QUIRKS: Guilty of absently following people if they seem like they're about to leave, hates being alone. Picks at his rings when he's sad, concentrating, or feeling shy/nervous.
  
  
  
  PREFERENCES:
  LIKES: Music - singing and dancing. Company of any kind. Sunsets, especially over water.
  DISLIKES: Cruelty, lying, conflict, and religious discourse.
  HOBBIES: Songwriting, singing, swimming/surfing, and napping outdoors.
  
  
  
  MUSIC & VIBES:
  INSTRUMENTS: Piano, acoustic and bass guitars, and the cello.
  VOCALS: Tenor - Base range
  STAGE HANDLE: 'Rey', meaning 'King'
  Leave Out All The Rest
  El Amor
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• Diego had always loved music.
  Anyone in his family could have told you similar stories, of how he'd been completely captivated with his uncle's guitar before he could even walk, or about how quickly he excelled when given a proper music tutor. Later on, though? As an otherwise quiet, humble man, the industry was pure Hell. His image and his music were selling well, but his lack of drive was supposedly 'holding him back', leading to countless extra hours of practice, lyric writing, and promotional interviews.
  
  Diego had only just started reaping the rewards of his efforts when he'd been slaughtered on New Years Eve. He was engaged to be married in just two months, his newest album was sold-out practically everywhere, and his fanbase was finally on an international scale- all to be snatched away by a person whose face he can't even remember. One of his biggest regrets was that he wasn't wearing his engagement ring when he died, having gotten into something of a spat with his wife earlier in the day and having shoved it in his pocket in a rare display of pettiness. He beats himself up for it almost daily.
  
  Thus, for the past five years, Diego has wandered. He checks in on his fiance every now and again, once very deeply distraught and worried for her as she fought to cope with his violent, untimely death. She only very recently managed to pick up the pieces of her own life, and is doing her best to move on with a new lover. For Diego, her happiness is a bittersweet pill to swallow, and he has since decided it wouldn't be so bad to move on, himself.
  
  
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  Name: Krystal Marie Reynolds
  Nickname: Kris
  Apparent Age: 25
  Birthdate: February 15th, 1971
  Death date: May 9th, 1996
  Gender: Female
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  Nationality: American
  Ethnicity: Black
  Role: The Poltergeist
  

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  Eyes: Krystal has heterochromia, meaning that her eyes are two different colors. One eye is a brown so dark that it appears black while the other is a icy blue, almost white.
  Hair: She’s on her bald head hoe shit and her eyebrows are shave off completely. Before she chopped it all off her hair was ebony in color.
  
  Height: 5’8”
  
  Distinguishing Features: Krystal entire appearance is quite eye-catching, though she’s been told that it isn’t in a good way. Her mismatched eyes are the first thing that people notice when they see her. The freckles that cover her face are next. Krystal has a gap in between her two front teeth as and her body is adorned with mutiple tattoos and piercings. She has a small spot of vitiligo that goes from her forehead to her eye. She still has on the makeup she died in and on her chest, right where her heart should be.
  
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  face claim: @sadistitt
  

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  Personality: During her time alive Krystal was a wild thing, someone who lived her life on the edge and as if it were her last day on earth. Being dead has changed nothing, in fact it seems to have made her worse due to the fact that there are no laws to hold her back, no cops breathing down her neck or the threat of being sent to jail. Krystal is the type to try anything twice, once for the experience and again to see if she likes it or not. She enjoys spending her time doing as she pleases, scaring the hell out of the living is one of her favorite pastimes. She’s deeply curious about the living world, mostly because of how much it has changed.
  
  Among the dead she is can be compared to a problem child, not following rules and causing trouble out of pure boredom. Krystal is passion and energy personified despite her ghostly state. She is the loudest in the room without a care of what anyone thinks, she refuses to be silenced. Krystal refuses to spend her eternity like the ghosts she’s seen in movies and around, moping, depressed, and just plain boring.
  
  Krystal is a vulgar individual, she’s blunt to the point of being crude as she doesn’t hold anything back. She had a love of cursing, her language could make even the most foul-mouthed sailors blush. She’s not one to back down and is definitely no shrinking violet. Krystal has a backbone made of steel, when pushed she definitely bites back and with a grin of joy on her face. By no no means is she afraid to start something as she is confrontational and more than a little violent. Krystal isn’t easily swayed from her beliefs and is as stubborn as a mule.
  
  Krystal has a slight air of mystery around her, since she doesn’t really talk about herself unless prompted. She’s more inclined to listen to others rather than share anything about herself. Krystal is a perceptive woman with a knack for reading others, Though she tends to keep what she sees to herself for the most part, most of the time for blackmail material. She can be quite manipulative when she wants or needs something and has no problem with using others. Krystal is the type to hold a grudge as well.
  
  Likes: Scaring the living, Drama, Music, Horror Movies, Paranormal Investigators, Meeting New Ghosts
  
  Dislikes: Priests, Rules, Killjoys, Surprises, Animals, Boredom, Skeptical People
  
  Strengths: adept at haunting (throwing chairs, slamming doors, the whole shebang), Head-strong, Astute, Boisterous, Honest
  
  Flaws: Vulgar, Insensitive, Violent, Blunt, Vengeful
  
  History: Krystal’s story begins in Long Beach, California where she was born into a family of two. Darnell Jenkins, a Vietnam veteran turned mail carrier and Rochelle Reynolds, a maid. Krystal’s father left the picture when she was about five years old so she spent her life with her mother and her side of the family. Even as a little girl Krystal was an energetic little thing with the ability to damn near talk off the ear of whoever she talked to. Her mother would find ways to keep her daughter busy however, oftentimes taking her to work when she couldn’t find a babysitter or leaving her with family to play with cousins.
  
  As a child and a preteen she was active in church and even sang in the choir. For a while life was peaceful for them, or as peaceful as it could get in the ghetto. Growing up in a violent, crime infested neighborhood meant that life was always spent looking over her shoulder, she had to grow up faster than other children. Often she fell asleep to the sound of gunshots and sirens, waking up in the morning to another person dead. Her mother telling her to never venture off to certain places and stay away from certain people as they’d ruin her chance to make it out. Rochelle had high hopes for her daughter and unfortunately they were crushed.
  
  As she grew older Krystal began to act out, she changed into a rowdy young woman. Getting into fights at school and around her neighborhood. Sneaking out and vandalizing property were just some of the things she’s done. It wasn’t long before she fell into the game due to her environment. Her school system was atrocious as many in impoverished neighborhoods, a mixture of not enough funding and staff that cared too little, made for a poor experience. And with gangs who did more for the community than any authority, many of the youth followed down the same path. Krystal was one of them.
  
  She began dealing and running the streets at the age of seventeen, worrying her mother to death yet she was unable to stop once the money rolled in. Krystal rolled with the worst of them, committing crimes and evolving herself in turf battles. It was because of her affiliations that she died. A rival gang member had caught her slipping and shot her right in the heart.
  

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Haruka Satou.

basics.

name : haruka "haru" satou.
apparent age : 23.
birthdate : june 7th, 1996.
deathdate : december 31st, 2019.
gender : female.
sexuality : bisexual.
nationality : japanese american.
role : newly dead.

visage.

face claim : yui aragaki.
height : 5'3".
hair : dark brown, shoulder length.
eyes : brown.
outfit : a white blouse tucked into a long navy blue skirt, well-worn white converse hightops with colorfully patterned socks peaking out, a small black purse strung across her body.
extra : while not one much for extravagance, she does attempt to be proper at all times. she also is not used to physical affection or invasions of her space.

persona.

personality : a shy and reserved girl, she tends to be outwardly fairly polite and almost bubbly; however, her smile hides the loneliness that plagues her.
- likes : animals (especially cats), flowers, good food, walks in the park.
- dislikes : heavy metal, driving, scary movies, going to the gym.
● strengths : idealistic, optimistic, friendly, kind.
● flaws : low self esteem, anxious, naive, avoids conflict.

history.

TW: parental death, suicide mention
Born to Japanese immigrants, Haru had an idealistic life growing up; her father was a businessman - the typical suit-and-tie kind - and her mother stayed at home and took care of her. However, when she was ten her father had left them, changing her life forever.
Haru's mom picked up a job to provide for them both, and they scraped by. She grew overprotective of her daughter, and Haru likewise tried to rise to meet her expectations. As such, she never truly had any friends, rarely being able to spend time outside of school. Her grades were good, though, and she got a decent scholarship to a local college.
Just as her second year was beginning, her mother grew unfortunately ill. Haru dropped out to take care of her full time, but eventually her mother succumbed to her illness, leaving Haru truly alone. Her depression had reached a crescendo, and a just over a year after her mother's death she committed suicide - which likely went unnoticed by her until she discovers a certain bulletin board near a bus stop...

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[Uxie]

elijah choi

the old timer, a joseon prince that died a week before his coronation and is lowkey highkey bitter af

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

PRESSURE

Spoiler: 🦉

♡ — BASICS.
NAME. Jamie Sopha
APPARENT AGE. 18
BIRTHDATE. June 11th 1981
DEATHDATE. January 1st 2000
GENDER. Cisgender Male
SEXUALITY. Disaster Bisexual (prefers guys)
NATIONALITY. Thai American
ROLE. lost: left life by their own hand, perhaps accidentally, perhaps on purpose. but only just realized after seeing the paper at the bus stop that they're actually dead and it's not all some big prank. liked to party in life, very popular, had some dependency issues. death is daunting.

♡ — VISAGE.
FACE CLAIM. Perth Nakhun
HEIGHT. 5'10''
HAIR. Black and Straight (unlike him)
EYES. Black
Outfit. Giant Sweaters, Jeans and Doc Martens.
EXTRA. FYI in many of the FC pics there will be tattoos but Jamie himself doesn't have any tattoos. Also he somehow has a bit of a chest despite hating every second of gym class in school.


♡ — PERSONA.
PERSONALITY. Jamie is a mess. The person describing him could simply end there but that doesn't make for a compelling description of the Thai-American. To start, Jamie is an anxious mess. Everything has to be thought through and he doesn't want to ever have to step outside of the little bubble that he has finally formed for himself in the perpetual limbo he has found himself in. He's a good person, no doubt about that. He'd drop everything to help someone but that was also because he has a crushing fear of disappointing people around him. He was emotional to say the least. It was a shame he had to die an avoidable death. Family and society had failed what once was a happy smart individual but now only fragments of his childhood personality remain. He is still caring, generous and creative as he always was but he doesn't show people the parts of his personality he should be prod of and instead shows the generosity his brain couldn't leave behind. Jamie suffered and still suffers from an untreated anxiety disorder. He has a problem but nothing was ever done to solve it. He instead wore a mask of a quiet emo loner to mask a introspective, highly creative individual. Now however he has been trying to get out there more. He's been so alone, afraid and uncommitted to death that he needed to finally try something new for once. Of course he was terrified but he was getting to a point of wishing to want to die all over again and so he simply try new things and if it didn't work then full time loneliness would definitely be the way to go. In general he became a lot more spiteful in death. Society failed him in life and who knows if this ghost society would be any different.
LIKES. Art, Anime and Cartoons, Pop Punk, Nature
DISLIKES. Night Time, Most Food, Cats, Trashy TV shows
STRENGTHS. Drawing and Painting, Singing
FLAWS. Undiagnosed anxiety disorder and depression, not physically strong at all.
HISTORY. (tw childhood neglect, bullying, abandonment, anxiety, depression and s**cide)
Jamie was born into a rough household. His parents would fight all the time for as long as he can remember. He barely slept some nights and neither of his parents knew how to raise children. He had an older brother, Kyle who would come home from whatever house he was crashing at once a week and made sure there was easy food that Jamie could eat (doritos, dried fruit and cool aid mainly) before leaving again. He liked his brother but he hated that he was never around to actually spend time with him. It was as if he was just making sure Jamie wasn't dead like a pet cat your neighbour asked you to look after whilst they were on a wild vacation to Spain or something.

Elementary and Middle School wasn't much better either. He was the only Asian kid in both middle school and high school. When he was younger there was a bunch of fellow Asian six/seven/eight year olds but as the only child with parents who didn't love him he never got invited to play as his family would never answer the phone to numbers they didn't know and he was told to stay away from the phone. His parents didn't want to go to jail for neglect so with Jamie they made sure he would never get his hands on a land-line or mobile phone. Instead he drew a lot and actually got good at it. In middle school he began noticing that people stared at him so he started to try and fade into the background more and more. His anxiety really stepped up. He was mindful of everything he said and everything he did. He started scheduling his life and avoiding people at all costs. He was desperate for people to like him and for someone to save him from his terrible home life but his anxiety and distrust of other people was way too immense. What if he was hurt again? What if they didn't accept him for who he really was? Maybe keeping the quiet emo loner persona was better than the soft spoken, incredibly creative, introspective teen that he was.

In high school, his brother stopped seeing him. He sent him a letter saying that he had got a girl pregnant and needed to scram before she tracked him down and made him pay child support that he didn't have. He left him two cook books and told him to not die. The one person who he could have had a decent relationship at some point in his family was gone and he was left with his messed up parents and drugged up school. High school was when everything went from bad to worse. He started drinking almost every night before bed in order to not have to hear anything his parents had to say ever. He only worked so he could collect enough money to buy alcohol that didn't taste garbage. He understood that it wasn't a good idea but it was the only thing he could think of. People began to notice that the quiet emo kid that people sometimes bullied (yeah bullying happened in high school too) was really changing. It started with only going to school when he felt like it or when he was so anxious that he felt like he had to be there. His work was inconsistent. Instead of being perfectly crafted because of anxiety it was patchy and rushed because depression and anxiety. He lashed out sometimes during non obvious panic attacks and that caused people to hurt him more. He was a walking contradiction. He knew something was wrong with him but he was too messed up to even try and fix himself.

Now to those who died before the invention of modern technology and those who died unaware of this issue. The millennium bug was a thing that happened. Many worried. Others panicked. But basically mass hysteria fueled by a computer bug threatened the lives of everyone on the planet when it was actually nothing. However for people like Jamie it just took one more massive world fuck up to send him off the edge. The world was falling apart and nothing mattered anymore. He spent the few days leading up to the new millennium writing a long suicide note to family, decent classmates, teachers who weren't asshole and the odd people he met who he was fine with. He laid out underneath the stars in his back garden and downed at least thirty painkillers and a bottle of whiskey and passed away knowing that the world was fucked up and there was nothing he could do to be happy.

He died before he actually got the chance to figure out what was wrong with him and begin his road to recovery. As a ghost he still isn't fixed. Instead of mortal problems like the world ending, school or work stresses, physical appearance, ect... he is simply just anxious about the new world he inhabits, the laws and the customs. He also became increasingly depressed as he began to feel lonelier and lonelier. No one he knew personally had died before him or after him. He'd spent around 18 years of his ghostly existence practically all alone (minus the new family that fixed up his old home when his parents decided to finally split up after their only responsibility was taken from them) and he was going mad. He needed to finally sort his life out and if that meant trying to make proper friends and if that meant speed dating then fuck it. He'd try anything at this point.

Theme Song
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GALLERY

 

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scaredy cat

can i have a hug, please?

basics

FULLNAME.

Elsie Smith.​

NICKNAME.

El, Else.​

AGE.

23.​

D.O.B.

february 11th, 1887.​

DEATH DATE.

november 19th, 1910.​

GENDER.

female.​

NATIONALITY

british.​

SEXUALITY.

bisexual, in denial.​

ROLE.

scaredy-cat.​

P.O.B.

london, england.​

FACECLAIM.

ona morgan.​

HEIGHT.

5'5".​

HAIR.

light brown, down to her chest.​

EYES.

dark brown.​

OUTFIT.

unfortunately for elsie, she died wearing possibly the most uncomfortable outfit in history: a corset tightly strung around a white blouse and a long, flowy skirt. ​

misc

LIKES.

people-watching.
rain.
platonic affection.
fairytales.
children.
sweets, even though she can't have any.​

DISLIKES.

ghosts.
silence.
large, empty spaces.
confrontation.
any animal.
liquor.
her (ex)husband.
being alone.​

TRIVIA FACTS.
▹ in an episode of depression after her death, she slept for 70 years and is now deeply confused by women's role in modern society and all of the new technology.

▹ unable to sleep on her own, she hides in other people's houses. if she is alone, she will probably break down in a nervous fit.

▹ she has a habit of getting invested in human's lives.

personality

SUMMARY.
Having been sheltered all her life, Elsie lacks many social abilities, such as understanding sarcasm or humor. She barely understands the world around her, so, rather than being adventurous, she chooses to stay quiet, too worried about doing something wrong. When she does talk, she often gets overexcited, eager to finally interact with people. Afterward, however she panics, worrying that she bothered the other person with her incessant chattering.

Her 70-year "hiatus" did not help at all. She woke up to a radically changed world with all sorts of incredible technology and differing social standards. If it didn't terrify her so much, she might've been a little jealous that she couldn't live in the 21st century.

Along with her social ineptness, Elsie often lets people walk over her, too mild to be able to speak her mind or voice her own opinions.

Yet, despite this, she remains a kind individual who enjoys listening to other's lives and problems. Many could describe her as a living cartoon character, as her face is basically an open book.

Not wanting to worry others (or herself), though, she hides her discomfort of being dead by hanging around crowded areas and avoiding other ghosts, whom - even though she is one of them - still imagines all of them to behave like the poltergiests from old-fashioned wives tales.

POSITIVE TRAITS.

compassionate.
trusting.
creative.
disciplined.
honest.​

NEGATIVE TRAITS.

gullible.
docile.
nervous-wreck.
uneducated.​

PERSONALITY.

relevant history

tl;dr: elsie died after an officer followed her home from a suffragette protest, sexually assaulting then strangling her. this only fermented her belief that not abiding by society's rules would lead to her misery.

growing up, elsie never had any say in her own life. her conservative parents raised her to believe that a woman should not complain nor be outspoken, else she'd never be fulfilled. so, for twenty-two years, she listened to all their decisions -- even when it meant abandoning her childhood love to marry an elderly man for his money and status.

for four years, she lived as a faithful housewife, but, after being left on her lonesome day after day while her husband went out to enjoy himself, she grew sick of her compliant role. one day, on her way back from the market, a woman approached her and urged her to attend the protest for women's rights that was occurring later that day. she was dumbfounded. elsie had never even heard - let alone dreamt - of such a thing before. something about the entire situation seemed so surreal. a chance to vote? a chance to finally be in control?

she stifled down her anxiety, and, for the first time in her life, elsie made her own decision. she snuck out to attend the suffragette demonstration dubbed the 'black friday riots.' there she marched for several hours, as dozens of metropolitan officers attempted to subdue the crowd with degrading tactics. while many of her fellow protesters were shoved to the ground, the worst elsie had to deal with was a few hurtful insults and shoves. but, to her, none of that mattered. she was filled with so much excitement over her first small act of rebellion.

she went home that day with a smile plastered on her face. unfortunately, a met officer recognized her from the protest and, despising her contentment, began to follow her. just a mere block away from her house, he jumped on her and sexually assaulted her. when she tried screaming for help, the man strangled her. that night, elsie was one of two women who died after the protest. her one act of bravery led to her demise.

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