Martha Nidhart, the Nerve-Racked Librarian [OC]

name: Martha Nidhart. she is literally a skeleton. no sugarcoating, no flesh, just bones. her head is that of a deer's skull, slightly shortened to appear more human, but it's definitely a deer skull. her eyes are little glowing red dots. she has chest-length black hair with a swoop bang over one of her eyes. she has antlers, which stick out from the sides of the hood of her dark, fancy, nearly occult-ish robes. she's a nervous wreck, often panicking and overthinking. she's a sweetheart though.

[[physical appearance, attributes, and personality (Martha is literally a skeleton. no skin, no flesh, no muscles, nothing but bones. that means NO emoting with facial expressions, besides opening and closing her jaw, and looking around with her eyes. one might think, "I bet she has a killer poker face then!".. NOPE. she has the worst poker face known to man, and she literally cannot emote; because she has about a million nervous ticks. despite being an animated skeleton, she is capable of sweating and blushing, and making regular human sounds, like clicking her non-existent tongue, or breathing through her non-existent nose, or smacking her non-existent lip. she is 5'10 in height. her skeletal structure is feminine, fantastical, cosmetic. the bones all curve in certain ways that give her the form of what amounts to a rather thin woman,, almost shapely, in an odd way. there are extra floating ribs lining down her spine to her hips, to give her the impression of a proper torso, for example. her hair is long, black, chest-length. a swoop bang covers about 2/3rds of her forehead, resting just above one of her eyesockets. she wears baggy ornate black robes that cover most of her body, laced with patterns and grey-metal jewelry, with black feathered shoulders and a floppy maroon-lined hood. despite her well kept look, she is absolutely a bumbling, clumsy, nervous wreck. a bookworm nerd who doesn't know how to talk to people without overthinking by day, and a kooky shut-in with too many plants and a penchant for spending her work day reading lecherous monsterfucker literature by night. she trips over things all the time, she drops her books, knocks over drinks,, hot girl shit. she doesn't show it, but she is absolutely horny on main. literally barking for fictional men, women, non-binaries, she doesn't care. she is absolutely clueless when someone is flirting with her, but when she figures it out, she gets so freaked out and bashful that she needs to leave the situation before her non-existant heart beats too hard. once in a blue moon, though, she will drop an impulsive, almost involuntary counter-flirtation one-liner that surprises even herself. one that she typically apologizes for, while also bewildered by her own smoothness. those books she reads have been training her, apparently. she can be kind of a smartass sometimes, but she's a sweetheart, at the end of the day. always ready to help, give advice, comfort, whatever, despite how much of a stuttering fool she is. she is adept at magic, but barely ever uses it since she's just a librarian, and she hates being the center of attention anyways. she bathes in a 1/2 ratio of peroxide to water, since she's literally made of bones. she cannot use bleach, since that'd make her all flakey. rarely, if she is very, VERY surprised, her jaw will LITERALLY drop off her face. this is not a common occurrence at all, however. it has to be the hottest gossip she's ever heard. her voice is soft, skittish, slightly deep and husky, almost sleepy sounding. but it's pretty standard for a woman, nothing special. she loves carnivorous plants, pretty flowers, gothic aesthetics, taxidermy, queers, thai tea, and the skin of chickpeas.)]]