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One x One The Tale of a Poltergeist Prankster and a Weirdo

Raneth

Woman of Letters
Name: Ethan Clancey


Age: 16


Appearance: Ethan isn't a particularly tall teenage boy, nor is he very short. He stands at an even five feet and nine inches, with a fairly average frame verging on the slimmer side. His short straight hair is a deep brown, appearing black under the right lighting, and his eyes are a rich chocolate. Despite these warmer features, his skin is quite pale.


Personality: A complete introvert. Given the visages he would see almost daily, ranging from mild to horrifying, Ethan has inclined to shut himself in more in order to protect himself from any non-believers or taunters. Along with that, he takes medication to tide off the undesired phantoms, and holds a deep fear that people in his regular life would find out that he's slightly off his rocker. When otherwordly apparitions aren't tormenting his every waking moment, however, Ethan is a relatively normal kid. He enjoys video games, music, and shitting on the crappy system that is known as life... even if it's just in online chatrooms and anonymous social sites.


History: From the minute Ethan can remember, he's been able to see things he shouldn't. What her perceives them as is cause of some form of insanity, refusing to believe that he can actually "see dead people." And while many can be quite tame, there have been rather invasive visions that have left him terrified and sleepless. At school, he had few friends, although he wasn't particularly harassed by anyone. He just did what he could to blend in and go unnoticed... and, for the most part, it worked in his favor. Few people ever seemed to acknowledge him and equal parts of him both cherished and despised the fact.


Only recently, he had caused a scene that turned his life around completely. Approaching him in the hall one day, right before the bell for third period, was a man that was missing an arm and had his head nearly cleaved off, the bone sticking up out of his neck where his head should have been. This had induced a breakdown within Ethan, and he became known as the school freak in practically an hour. But rather than openly make fun of him, they simply made jabs behind his back.


Believing that perhaps the town was just no good for him and he needed open country, his parents soon opted for a small home out in the boonies, where the fresh air would be plentiful. It worked well in his mother's favor, too, since a major city was around an hour away from where they would be living and provided better transit for her small business. And so, here they are. Two months after the incident, with only four months remaining in a new school where the population was significantly smaller and more judgmental than the last.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_04/655cafd7e441abcae6f195bea0123119-d41etpd.jpg.38990c63688d671c49f3161f5c57f588.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="116580" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_04/655cafd7e441abcae6f195bea0123119-d41etpd.jpg.38990c63688d671c49f3161f5c57f588.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

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Name: Hunter ???


Age: 17


Appearance: Hunter stands at about 5'11" with a body that has a muscle formed through spending a lot of time outside rather than working out. His hair is a dirty blonde and messy, like the best brushing it has ever gotten was with fingers rather than a brush. His eyes are black and bloodshot with visible bags hanging dark underneath them. Since he is dead, when in bright light such as a lamp or sunlight, Hunter is semi transparent. Also, he never changes, he is always wearing a bright yellow plaid flannel over a black t-shirt and worn down jeans.


Personality: If there was one word to describe Hunter it would be playful. He never takes things seriously and he becomes bored really easily, one of the side effects of being dead. He is always watching or playing around with the living in some way. Now, he doesn't try to scare people (most of the time) but he doesn't feel too bad should it happen by accident, this was his house first after all. Hunter is not all smiles and games though, he is rather emotional and prone to flashes of anger. He has never been much of a pacifist and now that he is immune to almost all form of punishments, he doesn't hold back when someone pushes his buttons in the wrong way or if he just doesn't like them.


History: Hunter is dead, he knows that. It took only 24 hours for him to realize that he was a ghost and only a week for him to embrace it fully. It wasnt that he hated living, it was just that he didn't remember it. When he first became a ghost he didn't remember anything at all, not even his own name or face. However, as as he wandered around the house the name 'Hunter' gradually came back to him as well what he looked like when he was alive. But other than that, he was a blank slate.


For a whole year the house was empty, no people, no furniture, not even the slightest sign that anyone lived there anymore. The only thing in the house was a ghost, dust, and clear outlines in the dust that proved that furniture and decorations used to be there. At the end of the first year everything changed for Hunter, he went from blankly wandering around an empty house as days and weeks fused together to suddenly being sentient again. What changed? The first family moved in and gave Hunter his first taste of life energy. Gradually as the first family lived there, Hunter regrew his personality and gained a few vague memories from before. As if that wasnt enough, he also grew ghostly abilities that prompted him to start pranking the living.


20 years and 6 families later, Hunter is still enjoying his 'life' style. The more people he comes in contact with the stronger he gets and the longer he haunts this house the less he cares about remembering who he once was. He is a ghost now and is happy that way, the thought of crossing over has never even crossed his mind. So now, only three months after the 6th family fled the house in a hurry, a new group of people have bought the small house and have moved in. The Clancey family. Hunter has kept a low profile so far but it was time for the fun to begin anew.
 

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