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Username: Marq D
Looks:(Pic or description) Black suit, black slacks, pale skin, medium brown hair, red, yellow, and orange cat like eyes, beret-style cap turned backwards.
Name: "Shade" (doesn't know actual name) Flatt
Age: Died at 16, but that was 30 years ago
Height: 5 foot 6
Race: Spirit
Occupation: Dead guy
Weapon:Trumpet (can put people to sleep)
Personality: Keeps to himself, but friendly to anyone who offers him candy
Weaknesses: Can only come out at night, salt, demonic rituals, slow speed, holy weapons
Strengths: Superman level strength, can sink into shadows, can go anywhere in city.

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Looks: Blood red hair that reaches her collar bone in the front; back is shorter and somewhat spiky - often stands on end. Always wears a loose fitting long sleeved shirt with a Jack O' Lantern's face printed on the sides - It has striped on the Sleeves. She wears a pair of black shorts,Striped orange and Black stockings,and an old rugged pair of combat boots.
Username: Xenia Xavier
Name: Laoise,Patchwork Jack,Jack O' Lantern.
Age: Appears around 13-14. Actually somewhere around 15.
Height: 5'3
Race: Human.
Occupation: Psychic,Serial killer.
Personality:
She tends to shift from completely normal,to extremely violent.
Childish and Immature. Her possession has corroded her personality to the point where it is no longer recognizable. Compassion has turned to cruelty,sympathy has turned to sadism. She treats killing people as hunting,or maybe a game.
Weakness: Out of mind,out of sight ( If she can't see it,or doesn't know its there she can't move it with her mind.)
Strengths: Ability to move things with her sheer force of will,Small stature allows her to climb large obstacles easily.
Weapon(s): Telekinesis and a backpack filled with sharp objects.

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Username: Xenia Xavier / Patchwork Doctor
Looks: A tall,lanky man. His skin resembles patchwork,as he's sewn up from different body parts from different donors. He wears an eyepatch on the side of his face that is sewn up,a bloody lab coat,and a pair of military boots. His hair is a dark gray and is spiky/messy.
Name: Patchwork Jack,Dr.Jack,"Jack"
Age: 23
Height: 6'7
Race: Human,deceased. Died October 31,1841.
Occupation: High level poltergeist.
Weapon: Possession,his host. Anything around him.
Personality: Polite and cheerful,yet extremely cruel and sadistic. He can be childish and will throw tantrums if you don't pay attention to him.
Weaknesses: Dead,If his host dies he has to find another one,Exorcists.
Strengths: Possession,Laoise,there is no end to hosts.

Open!

Oh yes.

The man was definitely dead. The girl wandered over to his body,and stared at it. She had made sure the knives had rendered him unrecognizable. At the moment he was just a bloody mess. He had no chance at all,since she was his opponent. No one human could keep up with her telekinesis; Nobody could evade her knives. Laoise's hand glowed purple as she lifted it and jerked it back,as if she were winding up for a pitch. The knives that had buried themselves inside the man's body were violently yanked out by some unseen force,as the floated back to her and dropped one by one into her backpack.
He probably had a family waiting for him back home... She thought as she tried to pull up some feeling of remorse or guilt. It was in vain. The feelings she wished for were gone forever.
As she skipped out of the alleyway,and back onto the Mid City street,she took one last look at the corpse...and laughed. After all,this was all just a game. If she kept on playing by his rules there would never be any consequences.

The killer strolled down the city streets and peeked into other alleyways as she went. One in particular made her halt in her tracks; another dead body,and a smashed up wall. She shrugged it off and walked in the same direction Shade had gone.

Laoise tilted her head at a strange angle,and stared at the boy intently and somewhat unnervingly. She KNEW that he was different,not like the idiots she offed every night. In fact she could hear Jack in the back of her mind confirming her suspicions. She shoved her hands in the pocket of her shorts and smiled at him again.

"Go home? Thats very rude. You shouldn't say things like that to strangers."

Hehehe....Would you look at that? He still doesn't understand,kid. Maybe I should have chosen a vicious looking host.... Jack chuckled silently,in the back of her mind. The air around the girl shimmered as a man manifested beside her. He was about 6'7,and somewhat see through. His shark like teeth seemingly twinkled in the light of a street lamp. His face seemed to have been sewn up in certain places and his lab coat was bloodied.

"Laoise,put that trashcan down. Don't smash the stranger..." He looked at Shade and grinned at him.

A loud clatter behind Shade sounded,as the trashcan that had been hovering behind him abruptly fell to the floor.

"But why not?"

Laoise growled but backed up a ways,letting Jack do the talking. The tall man,with his eye patch and sharp teeth was someone she didn't want to mess with.

Jack smiled and ran a hand through his messy silver hair.

"They call me Patchwork Jack. I,was, a doctor."
The man gestured to his white coat as he hovered there slightly. The old thing was filled with bullet holes and covered in blood; a reminder of the Doctor's quick death. The ghost's eyes,that clearly resembled the girl's,drifted down to her as if suddenly remembering he was not alone.

"Introduce yourself kid."

Laoise did not respond and instead continued itching feverishly at the stitches that held her head,to her body. A sharp kick from Jack however got her attention.

"He doesn't need to know my name Jack."