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Name: Jessica Harris.
Age: Sixteen at death.
Sex: Female.
Race: Ghost.
Personality:
When dead: Sad and very lonely, due to the fact that she can not talk to anyone she has become very closed off.
When alive: She was always bubbly and fun loving, she was always very full of life.
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History: When Jessica was sixteen she fell from the window of her apartment, she fell six stories and died instantly. No one seems to be sure if she was pushed by the man she had been living with or if it had been an accident. After she died she wandered her apartment as a ghost for years waiting for the one person who would be able to contact her, if someone could then she knew that she would then become an angel and be able to live with humans again.


Name: Kallicrates Noctis Rex (Nobody knows his real name, and would die if it was ever said in public, He goes by Kal)
Age: Eighteen.
Sex: Male.
Race: Dark angel.
Powers: flight, but he is a strong fighter also.
Personality: Quiet and dark, he likes to keep himself to him self most of the time and would rather help him self, but for someone that can get close enough to love his he would go to the ends of the earth for them.
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History: Kal has been victim to acute amniesia that would not have affected him much if he had stayed in heaven. However, he was cast out as a Dark Angel and is wandering the real world trying to figure out about his life, accompanied by a trustworthy, loyal, slobbering companion although at times not the type of companion Kal would like to have in his life.

Name: Sparticus
Age: 3
Sex: Male
Race: Dog.
Personality: Loyal and silly, he is a little hyper and loves to play.
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History: Can a dog have much of a history? (lol, no ^^)

Jessica was sat quietly on the window of her apartment as she heard someone open the door to her home, she looked over tears running down her cheeks as she watched, a dog came in barking loudly falowed by a young man. She gave them both a dark look as she stood. It had been many years ince someone had been in her home and she didnet really like people comeing to where she lived.

Jessica was sat on the old bed, she staired at him and then down at the dog, it groweled at her as she stiared at it. She stood and walked through the man into the liveing room, she stood next to the window that she had fallen from, she could sence that he was not normal and she really wanted the person who was going to be livein here to know her story. She opeend the window and to him it would look like a locked window had just unlocked and opened its self. She giggled softly to herself and she stiared at him.

Jessica sat softly on the arm of the old sofa that she used to sit on with her cat, she flet hot teast in her eyes as she thought of her poor kitten that had been re homed, she looked at the man and sighed, she knew that she was the only one who really knew what had happened that night and she knew that she had to get this guy to understand so that she could let the world know what had really happened. She watched him move around the small house as she sort of floated ubove the arm of the sofa.

Jessica sat quietly and staired at the dog, she had always been more of a cat person but this dog seemed quite cute. She floated into the kitchen to see f there was anyway that she could try to explane what had hapened to her, she found nothing. She sighed and floated back through annoying the dog as much as she could, if she could she would become viable but it took a lot of energy, she went back to sitting on the window staireing out of it sadly, every now and then she would become visable for a short wile before turned back to being invisable.

Jessica turned when she felt like she was being watched, she looked at him for a second and smiled softly before dissapearing agen, she curced lightly under her breath and sighed, "I really need a way of telling you what happened," she mumbled and looked around, what she really needed was like paint of something or even a knife but she couldent seem to find any.

Jessica spotted the open tin of paint, she rolled her eyes gently and smiled, "He knows what hes doing," she said and quickly moved over to them, she diped her fingers in and wrote only one thing, a date. Infact it was the date that she had died, if he looked it up she was sure there had been something in the evening news paper about it. She turned to took at him silently hopeing that he would understand. She knew that in old movies the ghosts only left hints so that was what she was going to do, turn it into sort of a game.