Spirits of the house:
Name: Renia......i...don't really have a last name...
Role: Demon
Age: i was nineteen in 1720. i'm ageless.
Bio: the year was 1720. Spain was warm and the ocean was bright. I was eighteen at the time. I had been living with a group of gypsies for several years now. My parents threw me out of my house when I was sixteen because of my love for dancing. The freedom of it. All of it. They gypsies took me in and taught me their ways. By the time I was nineteen I was their main act. The dancing Renia, their own little bird. I could fly. Well, not really. I could dance well. My feet would barely hit the ground sometimes. People watched and smiled. I was living my dreams. I ignored the way officials hated us, the way they said we were thieves. Some of us were, yes. Not all. I wasn’t. I still had my Christian background. My father a minister taught me not to do that.
We were leaving for America. IT was my birthday. I was turning nineteen, finally. We celebrated in the camp and after midnight everyone went to sleep. I stayed awake though, I thought of my family, my younger brother. Then they had come. They had treated me well. They had taken me in when I had no home. Then they sold me.
Two of the elders of the group were concerned about not doing well in America. They found a solution. Sacrifice. Of course it wasn’t simple and it involved a long ritual where in the end of it I was dead. They hit me over the head with a frying pan and when I woke up I was tied tightly to a table. I remember the next few moments with perfect clarity. I remember the knife coming down to my eye, carving the symbol over it. I remember the way the ropes dug into my wrists and my ankles. My bracelets clinked together in the struggle as I tried to scream, the other ones hand coming down over my mouth. From there my mind went hazy. I know the sent the knife through my stomach five times, forming the points of an invisible scar. Things were gone at that point. I do know that the last scar I have is the one around my neck.
When I woke up I found myself in the containment of the Baal, on of the demon princes in hell. I had been sold to him for worldly wealth. The years went by in Hell and soon I found myself connected to a small doll that if I may say so looks exactly like me. Years and years have passed since that. Somehow the doll ended up in the possession of a house. Oh yes. A house. A mother ******** house bought me. Anyways, people were already here when i showed up. I took the attic and never looked back. Now a days i get along pretty well with the people. i care for them even when they annoy me. I don't remember the last time i touched grass though. a long, long time ago i'm sure. Day to day life is fairly normal. Popping up around the world at different times. watching things from the windows.
Weapons: Nails and teeth.
Powers: I got the magic in me~ Very skilled witch. Except...i'm not a witch. The specific branch of magick's i learned was back in my gypsy days. Now a days though...Well, i'm like a hurricane. Of fabulously awesome magic. I have super strength, speed, normal demon stuff like that. Usually i'm lazy and choose not to do that though.
Where your room is: The attic. All mine darling.
Personality: I'm a bitter. That's pretty much me. In one word. Bitter. I am a bitter woman because i'm over two thousand years old, trapped in a house and bound to the doll. A ******** doll. I enjoy reading and dancing and spend most of my time doing one of those two things. Either that or i'm bothering one of the other Casper's. Well, it's not really bothering as just getting in....person interaction. It's normal. When i was alive i was bright. I was a caring, trusting, loving girl. I believed in the best and never expected the worst. It's hard now. I'd be over my death if i wasn't reaping the consequences in still. I'm controlled by the devil. Honestly. He's got my soul in a jar somewhere that he can shake for kicks and giggles. I swear. I still have those loving feelings toward people. I feel protective over the people that live in the house and despite my sucky ways of showing it to them i do love them. They understand that. They better at least.
Your take on the family: Oh hellllllll to the no. They come into my house looking like the Brady Bunch? No. Ray is not pleased. Fun time. Fun time. Always here for fun time~ Though. If you're really asking. A new male face isn't a bad thing to see every once in a while.
Other: Let's see.... eh. not really. oh. my scars from when i was killed only show up at certain times.. mostly when i freak out and give into the demon side. however....i'm not quite sure why they pop up other times. That doll.....It has all the cuts that i've ever received on it. IF harm comes to it, it shows up on me for a moment. If the doll breaks. If it's shattered, my soul would be destroyed and i'd be a hollow shell for my true demon side to take over. You touch that doll you loose the limb you touched it with. In scary house, doll control you.
Name: Tate and Tucker Henderson
Ghosts
Age: (Look) 21 (Really) 100
Bio: The twins are British foreigners who use to live in the house with their parents. But tragedy hit their family when they died in a car accident.
Personality: Very kind but they do tend to argue and fight with each other.
What you think of the new family: Excited to have new company
Other: N/A
Appearance:
Name: Elizabeth Marie Smith
Ghost/Demon/...: Ghost
Age: (Died at) 18 (really 92)
Bio: Elizabeth was an extremly happy girl when she was alive. She died on her 18th birthday around the corner from the old house. She was out late with friends in the forest having a campfire and celebreating with two of her best friends, two of her best guy friends, and her crush. One of the other girls had got a hold of some of her parent's wine and they all drank maerrily until they we're hopelessly drunk. One of the guy's name was James and he and Elizabeth had a mutual attraction towards eachother and James offered to walk Elizabeth home that night. They we're out of earshot of the other's when James suddently pinned Elizabeth against his body and started to kiss her and tried to undress her. Elizabeth tried to push him away but he was to strong for her and he knew it. He raped Elizabeth and then killed her and hid her body in the woods. Since none of the kids could recall much of the night before, they ruled Elizabeth's death a suicide. When Elizabeth's spirit woke, she drifted towards the old house because she knew there we're other spirits there.
Personality: Elizabeth is a suprisingly content ghost. You usually never see her smile but she lets herself be known. She generally walks around with downcast eyes, staring out the windows of the house at night. She tends to stay away from others because she's still untrustful of guys and the other ghost woman (the bitter) scares her. She likes talking to people who are alive but for some reason they all are scared of her.
What you think of the new family: She's happy there is some new people in the house and is strangly curious of them. She's hoping to assist the twins in some preanking with the new tenants.
Other: Elizabeth died by blows to the head so the way she looks as is a ghost is how she looked right before she died. She can change her appearence back to look how it did when she was dead but it's kin of grusome so she tends to stay away from it.
Appearance:
Name: Elizabeth
Ghost/Demon/...: Demon
Age: Look age is around 12. Her real age however is around.. 200. Relatively young for a demon.
Bio: Elizabeth grew up in the 1800's in one of the developing cities. They noted something odd when she was born however, she had a strange birthmark over her heart. They disregarded it however, and she grew up normal. They made a living from farming, Elizabeth usually helping with the small things around the farm. She would do things like collect eggs from the chickens, help her mother pick vegetables, and then in her spare time she would go play with the other kids around the city. However, her father had aspirations to travel further into the land. When Elizabeth was eleven years old, they started their trip out west.
While out there, she had her twelfth birthday. It was pretty cool actually. They all sat by a campfire, laughed, had little sweets her mother had packed for them. They were in the middle of singing for her when it happened. A ring of fire surrounded them, and their campfire went out. They were attacked by... Something. She heard the strangled cries come from her parents, but she was busy fighting off whatever else was attacking her. Their claws ripped and tore at her flesh, her strangled cries doing nothing against them. She felt the ground leave her, the last thing she felt was a hand, she thinks her fathers, grab onto her before she fell.
Hell was horrible. She knew that originally, but it was a bit worse than she thought. At first, she was confused and horrified at the fact she was actually here. One of her trainers told her she was just born that way. Which confused her all the more. Of course, there wasn't much time to dwell on it. Her training and discipline was to begin. She doesn't know how long she stayed down there, still doesn't really. One day Baal just told her she was going away to another trainer. Who, she had no idea. But anywhere but there seemed pretty good to her.
Personality: Dark. She has a rather... odd sense of humor. She can be cruel, but can act... Normal. Kinda. Maybe.
What you think of the new family: I dont know. I just got here.
Other: N/a
Appearance:
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