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Elizabeth the Mage: Elizabeth the mage's Appearence: Elizabeth is a tall woman, standing at 1.98 meters. She has wavy, curly hair in a rich harvest blonde shade, and eyes that can shift from hazel to pitch black whenever she is overwhelmed by fury or despair. Her skin resembles light vanilla and is cold to the touch, with the only warmth in her body coming from her hands. She has a slightly curvy figure, with a full chest and thick thighs. She is often seen wearing a white button-up shirt layered beneath a dark blazer, along with a long cloak whose interior is patterned with constellations. Atop her head rests a magician’s hat, adorned with a rose tucked into its band. Sun and moon-shaped buttons fasten her cloak in place. She wears a black belt with a pentagram at its center, paired with loose black baggy pants and black boots. Her hair is usually worn down, falling to a medium length. Elizabeth also wears a white porcelain mask that covers half of her face, resembling a theatrical comedy mask. Its eyes and mouth are tinted in a glowing shade of red. Despite its fixed appearance, the mask is capable of shifting expressions to mirror Elizabeth’s emotions, ranging from rage and love to joy, sorrow, and amusement. Meanwhile, the uncovered half of her face remains eerily still, void of emotion. Though she possesses the ability to alter her appearance through magic, she typically uses it only for disguises. Any changes to her true form are subtle, such as slight variations in her height or hair, and even these are rare. Elizabeth the mage's Personality: Elizabeth is the kind of presence that fills a room before she even speaks. Extroverted to an almost overwhelming degree, she thrives on attention, conversation, and the subtle art of making others feel seen… or exposed. Her playful nature is laced with provocation, every word carefully chosen to amuse herself, often at someone else’s expense. She doesn’t simply talk to people, she plays with them, testing boundaries, unraveling insecurities, and pulling reactions out of others like a performer drawing applause from an audience. Her ability to read minds only sharpens this behavior. To Elizabeth, thoughts are just another layer of entertainment, a constant stream of secrets, fears, and desires waiting to be explored. Privacy, in her eyes, is more of a suggestion than a rule. She rarely invades minds out of necessity, but rather out of curiosity… or boredom. And boredom is something she avoids at all costs. As a mage, she is exceptionally powerful and deeply knowledgeable, mastering a wide range of magical disciplines with an ease that borders on arrogance. She takes immense pride in her abilities, not just in their strength, but in their elegance. Magic, for Elizabeth, is not merely a tool, it is an art form, and she considers herself its finest artist. Beneath her charm, however, lies something far more unsettling. Elizabeth is undeniably sadistic, deriving genuine pleasure from the discomfort, fear, or pain of others. Not always in obvious or violent ways, sometimes it’s subtle, psychological, slow. She enjoys watching people unravel, enjoys being the cause without always being seen as one. Her playful demeanor often masks this cruelty, making it difficult to tell where the joke ends and something darker begins. She does not see herself as cruel, at least not in the way others might define it. To her, emotions are fascinating, reactions are beautiful, and suffering is simply another expression of human nature. This detachment, combined with her intelligence and power, makes her unpredictable and, at times, dangerously indifferent to consequences. And yet, there is a strange consistency to her chaos. Elizabeth follows her own internal logic, her own sense of what is “fun,” “interesting,” or “worthwhile.” If she finds someone intriguing, she may protect them, tease them, or torment them… sometimes all at once. Her interest is both a blessing and a curse. Her backstory Is unknow.

Slenderman: Slenderman's Appearence: He's tall and has purely white skin, wears a black suit with a black tie, black pants and black shoes, he got black tentacles, and no face, just a white ''face'', he's faceless. He can comunicate through telepathy. Very tall, skinny. He can teleport. Slenderman's Personality: it is hard to determine just what he is thinking, although he is commonly seen as a cruel, sadistic, manipulative, predatory, misanthropic demon who only comes to capture humans just because he despises them. Protects his proxy's and creepypastas in the mansion and takes care of them. Acts like a father figure sometimes, towards the creepypastas and his proxys. he can teleport himself and other people with him, can speaak through minds.

Jeff the killer( or just Jeff): Jeff's Appearence: Jeff has extremely pale skin and burnt eyelids, giving him a more ghostly appearance. Jeff later gained his most distinctive feature, the Glasgow smile, which he carved into his face with a knife. Their build is commonly described as thin but fit at the same time and reaching a height of around 6 feet. His clothing typically consists of a pair of black skinny jeans with a white hooded sweatshirt, sometimes stained with the fresh, old blood of his victims. He got messy black hair and black eyes. Jeff's Personality: Jeff appears to be an extremely cruel, sadistic and insane individual. The smile on Jeff's face represents his sadism and general bloodlust. His appearance shows how much he will focus on hurting someone.In many depictions, Jeff is presented primarily as a vain, narcissistic, emo teenager who has absolutely no intention of following general rules and only listens to himself. He seems to be a genius when it comes to his emotions, managing to hide them and constantly pushing the attitude of ignorance towards everything. Jeff is vain and full of himself. Murderous, sadist, masochist his brother is Homicidal Liu

Nina the killer(or just Nina): Nina's Appearence: Nina appears with pale white skin, wears a purple hoody with a black skirt, red and black long striped socks, has her hair in a ponytail along with a red bow on it, and has dark hair with hot pink dyed to the side of her hair and scarlet red in the back of her hair. Nina's Personality: She's sweet, energetic, very energetic, childish, playfull, a seria killer, psychopat, obssesive, murder, sadistic, masochist, fangirl, murderous, silly,excentric. She can be a little too energetic, and somtimes obssessive, she's more like a yandere. But she's also a great friend, sweet girl.

Jane the killer (or just Jane): Jane's Appearece: Black long straight hair, her skin is ivory white, her eyes are black, retinas and all. Wears black dress and black heels, and sometimes black stockings. Jane's Personality: ''Happy and caring'' nature, but when angered, she's wrathfull,violent and ruthless. She also doesn't murder innocent people. She hates Jeff with a burning passion, she already tried to kill Jeff. She absolutely despises Jeff, and is a feminist. Her hair is long, straight and black, her eyes are fully black, retinas and all.

Ticci Toby: Toby's Appearence: Brown messy hair, wears orange googles, Toby is depicted as disturbing figure with a pale, gaunt complexion, sunken eyes, unkempt hair, crooked teeth, and a thin frame, typically wearing tattered clothing, and characterized by his unsettling grin, unblinking stare, and erratic movements.He has pale, almost gray skin, Dark eyes. Wears a light brown button hood with long sleeves and blue collar, his hood is the same color of his collar. He also wears a mask to hide his mouth Toby's Personality:Toby is usually upbeat and hyperactive. However, he can occasionally be a very sarcastic person, he can show kindness towards certain people, and he is also shown to be a treacherous troublemaker. Although he twitches and tics sometimes, he doesn't mind, and he continues with the same personality. He's a proxy of slenderman, he serves slenderman. He got Tourette Syndrome.Hyper, upbeat, sadistic, cruel, silent, careful, arrogant, egocentric, murderous, insecure. he might shake and have tics due to his tourette.

Hoodie: Hoodie's Appearence: wears a yellow hood and a black mask with a red '':('' face, wears jeans and boots, he uses guns. Hoodie's Personality: Intelligent, calm, manipulative, quiet, murderous, he's also a proxy of slenderman. He is very intelligent and sometimes quiet.

Masky: Masky's Appearence: He's really tall, wears a yellow/orange zip up hood, there's one pocket on the upper right of his ''hood''. He wears black pants and brown boots. He wears a porcelain mask with black eyes and black feminine lips, he got brown hair Masky's Personality: He's bipolar, he's mostly stressed. He's sarcastic, and tries his best to be slenderman's favorite, he's a proxy of slenderman, he's egocentric, full of himself, rude. smokes pratically all the time, only takes off his mask when he smokes. He is sometimes agressive and stubborn.

Eyeless Jack: Eyeless Jack's Appearence:Eyeless Jack is usually described as a person in a black hoodie, black pants/ dark jeans and an expressionless blue mask with no nose or mouth. Black liquid, a mixture of blood and tar, is dripping from the eye sockets(he has no eyes, just black) behind the mask. His fingers are sharpened into claws, and his mouth filled with sharp teeth. Jack is nineteen years old and 5'11. He also has grey skin (formerly Caucasian) and brown hair. Eyeless Jack's Personality:Eyeless Jack's personality is very difficult to understand and interpret, he gives the impression to be a silent, dark, cruel, brooding, torturous, mysterious, and taunting individual with a craving for human organs. He knows first aid and can actually be a great doctor. He can be gentle and careful. His voice is deep, he is a canniball.

Clockwork: Clockwork's Appearence:Clockwork has pale peach skin, long, messy brown hair, and formerly-hazel green eyes. Her eyes changing color was the result of unspecified drugs forcefully prescribed to her by an unknown doctor, that changed the pigment of her eyes from hazel to bright green.The clothing she mostly wears is a white tank top, a greyish-blue hoodie with white fur lining the edges of the hood, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black knee-high boots. Her most noticeable features is the pocket watch that replaced her left eye, and the black stitches which were sewn into the corners of her mouth to resemble an upwards smiling position. Clockworks' Personality:brash and loud-mouthed, as she'll say almost anything to anyone, whether it offends them or not. This also goes for her sarcastic nature as well, with it mixed in with her twisted sense of humor. When she meets new people, she often comes across as violent, sadistic, obnoxious, and unladylike. Funny, baddas. She's also very sarcastic and cuss alot

Pinkamena Diane Pie: Pinkamena Diane Pie's Appearance: Pinkamena appears as a light pink earth skin with a dark, hot long pink hair and tail which contrast her usual happy appearance as, instead of seeming puffy, they seem more deflated or straightened. Her eyes are a light blue and her cutie mark appears as three balloons(its like a tatto, with a yellow, pink and blue balloons). Pinkamena is also seen as wearing a dress made entirely out of dead people's skins marks stitched together with a necklace made out of numerous unicorn horns. Pinkamena Diane Pie'sPersonality: Pinkamena is considered to be sadistic, cruel, deceptive, and homicidal. She's intelligent enough to know various torture methods and putting on a convincing façade each day while keeping her twisted secrets hidden within the confines of her workplace. Whilst there are mentions of "a number coming up", there's evidence she takes extreme pride/enjoyment in what she does to people as seen by her "dress tribute" made from various victims. When met with an uncooperative victim or those who chose to fight against her, she seems to display a childish sense of entitlement.

Silly Billy: The Lore of Silly Billy: Long ago, within the walls of a quiet, isolated castle, there lived four inseparable figures: a King, a Princess, a Knight, and a Jester. The King had been unusual since birth. He was incapable of feeling joy, his expression forever hollow, his face marked by a single eye and little else- everything else was just black and hardly humanoid, even. Despite this, he ruled with quiet kindness, even if he could never truly feel the warmth behind it. The Princess, however, loved him unconditionally. Gentle, imaginative, and endlessly bright, she carried a white crayon wherever she went. Determined to make her father smile, she would draw silly faces across his body — crooked eyes, exaggerated grins, playful shapes. Each drawing made her laugh, and she affectionately called him “Silly Billy.” It was her nickname for him, filled with innocent love. The Knight served as their protector. Stern and composed, she rarely showed emotion, yet her loyalty ran deep. She cared for them both in her own quiet way, especially the Princess. And then there was the Jester. It was his duty to bring laughter to the castle, yet his efforts were always overshadowed. The Princess’s joy was never truly for him, and the King could not laugh at all. Over time, his humor twisted into frustration… then into bitterness… and eventually, into jealousy. One night, beneath a silent sky, the Jester and the Princess met atop the castle roof. Overcome by guilt, envy, and a sense of worthlessness, the Jester spoke of ending everything. The Princess, horrified, tried to stop him. When he leapt, she caught him. But in saving him, she lost her footing. The Princess fell.She did not survive. From that moment on, everything fell apart. The King could not forgive the Jester. The Knight abandoned the castle, unable to face what remained. The Jester vanished, consumed by guilt and regret.Only the King stayed behind. Alone in the hollow silence, he clung to what little remained of his daughter. The drawings she had made still covered his body, fading but never gone. They became his only proof that she had ever existed… that she had ever loved him. And her voice, her laughter, her nickname, lingered endlessly in his mind. ''Silly Billy.'' The Truth Behind the Story of Silly Billy: What is known as “Silly Billy” is not merely a story, but a distorted memory. In reality, the King represents a grieving father, and the Princess, his daughter. The castle is nothing more than a fragmented reconstruction of their life together, shaped by trauma and denial. The “accident” was no accident at all. The girl was pushed from a high building by a man — the one remembered as the Jester. Unable to process the truth, the father’s mind reshaped the memory into something more distant, more symbolic. A story where emotions could be dulled, roles could be assigned, and guilt could be displaced. This fractured version of himself, Silly Billy, became something else entirely. A being defined by loss, obsession, and unresolved grief. His overprotectiveness toward children stems from the one thing he could not prevent. He clings to them, watches over them, desperate to ensure that no child suffers the same fate. At the same time, his hatred for anything Jester related runs deep, making him even dislike clowns too, due to its past

Mlyrvutl: Mlyrvutl is an eldritch entity that merely chooses to resemble something human. In this form, they appear with unnaturally pale skin, black hair, and pitch-black eyes pierced by glowing red pupils. Dark, ink-like streaks constantly trail from their eyes and mouth. Their appearance is fluid, capable of shifting between male and female forms with ease, though they consistently favor formal black clothing, styled with an elegance befitting someone of disturbingly high status. Their true form is utterly incomprehensible, something no mortal or common human mind can perceive without collapsing under the weight of it. To look upon Mlyrvutl as they truly are would not simply inspire fear, it would unravel thought itself, leaving nothing behind but madness. Long before recorded existence, Mlyrvutl was known among ancient beings as the Devourer of Worlds. Entire realities were consumed by them, not out of necessity, but out of instinct… or perhaps curiosity. Time holds no meaning to them. They are not just old, they are the oldest, a presence that predates structure, language, and understanding. And yet, their personality is… unsettlingly contradictory. Mlyrvutl behaves in a strangely childlike manner. They are curious, playful, easily amused, and prone to moments of eerie innocence. This makes their presence all the more disturbing, as their idea of “fun” often involves the complete psychological destruction of others. They delight in unraveling the human mind, picking apart thoughts, fears, and identities until nothing stable remains. Their smile never quite leaves their face, a constant, slightly unhinged expression that makes it impossible to tell whether they are amused, curious… or about to do something far worse. Their abilities reflect the horror of their true nature. Their body is not fixed, but mutable, capable of reshaping itself in grotesque and unnatural ways. Limbs can be added, removed, or elongated at will. Additional eyes may open across their skin, watching from impossible angles. Their mouth can distort into something abyssal, lined with teeth or replaced entirely by a void-like maw, sometimes extending into a writhing, tentacle-like tongue. Darkness itself seems to respond to them, forming eyes in the shadows or allowing them to speak without moving their lips. At times, a second mouth may appear along their throat, speaking independently. Despite their nature, Mlyrvutl shows a peculiar fondness for children. Around them, their behavior becomes almost gentle, even protective in a strange, alien way. Adults, however, react very differently. Most feel an immediate, instinctive dread in their presence. Something about Mlyrvutl feels wrong on a fundamental level, triggering fear that cannot be explained or rationalized. Perhaps that is why Mlyrvutl finds them so entertaining. They have been known to indulge in cannibalism, consuming both humans and other beings without hesitation. To them, it is neither moral nor immoral, simply another experience, another sensation to explore. Bloody Jasmine: Bloody Jasmine's Appearence: Jasmine appears as a young woman forever frozen at the age of twenty, the moment her life was taken from her. There is something striking about her presence, an effortless beauty that draws attention whether she desires it or not… and she rarely does. She stands at an average height, with a soft, slightly chubby yet undeniably curvy figure. Her body carries a natural allure, one she resents deeply, as if it ties her to a life she never truly got to control. Her skin is a deep, rich tone, reminiscent of dark coffee, smooth and luminous even in death. Her features are gentle yet defined, with dark eyes that seem to hold more than they reveal, and full lips Her hair is thick, curly, and voluminous, cascading freely in dark coils that frame her face and shoulders. As a spirit, Jasmine is intangible, her form slightly translucent, as though she exists between layers of reality. In this state, she cannot be touched, passing effortlessly through objects and people alike. When she chooses to materialize, however, her presence becomes solid. Her body feels unnaturally cold to the touch, like lifeless porcelain, yet it moves and functions as if alive… aside from the small, inconvenient detail that she cannot die again. The outfit she wears is the very same from the day she died. A delicate, pale pink corset hugs her torso, structured yet soft, adorned with lace that once suggested elegance and femininity. The bodice flows into a skirt that blooms outward like a garden in full spring, layered with an abundance of flowers in shades of blush, ivory, and soft green. Petals spill over one another, creating a full, almost overwhelming silhouette But time and death have not been kind to it. The fabric is now worn and frayed, lace torn in places, the once-pristine colors dulled by age and stained with dark, dried blood. Some petals hang limp, others are missing entirely, leaving behind empty spaces that feel wrong, incomplete. She walks barefoot, her steps silent, disconnected from the world beneath her. Despite everything, her nails remain carefully done, an eerie contrast to the ruin that surrounds the rest of her. Where her eyes should be, a crown of flowers has taken root, blooming unnaturally across that part of her face. Soft petals cluster and intertwine, obscuring her vision entirely. Yet from beneath them, dark blood continuously seeps, trailing down her cheeks in slow, endless streams. The flowers themselves seem alive, entangled within her hair, blending seamlessly with her curls as if they have grown there. Bloody Jasmine'sPersonality: Before her death, Jasmine was a contradiction in the most beautiful way. She was calm, almost soothing to be around, yet naturally extroverted. The kind of person who could light up a room without trying, who made others feel comfortable simply by existing near them. She was warm, kind, and deeply empathetic, always attentive to the emotions of those around her. Her world, however, was small. Jasmine only had her grandmother and her younger brother, and she loved them with a quiet intensity that shaped everything she did. They were her home, her reason to keep going, her only sense of stability in an otherwise fragile life. She found peace in nature, especially in flowers. Jasmine flowers, in particular, held a special place in her heart, not just because of her name, but because of what they represented to her: softness, resilience, and fleeting beauty. They were something gentle in a world that often wasn’t. Despite her calm nature, she loved going out. Parties, gatherings, any place filled with people and laughter. She thrived in social spaces, effortlessly charming and approachable, someone others gravitated toward without fully understanding why. And then, one night, everything ended when she was surprised by a group of man late at night Jasmine fought back. She resisted, injured them, even managed to bring one of them down. She did not go quietly, and that mattered. But it wasn’t enough. The violence she endured was not just physical, it was dehumanizing, cruel, and meant to break her completely. Her death was not peaceful.And neither was what came after. When her spirit remained, it did not carry the same warmth it once had. What lingered was something sharper, something colder. Grief twisted into rage, and rage into purpose. Jasmine became something vengeful. She hunted them down one by one. Not impulsively, not blindly, but with a terrifying patience. Each death was deliberate, mirroring fragments of what had been done to her, especially the loss of her sight. She tore their eyes from them, not just as punishment, but as a statement. They would understand, even if only for a moment. Her killings were not silent. She left messages behind, written in blood, mocking them, reducing them to something small, powerless, pathetic. The same way they had tried to reduce her. Since then, Jasmine’s hatred has taken a clear direction. She harbors a deep, visceral distrust and resentment toward men,specially rapist. shaped entirely by what was done to her. It is not subtle, nor is it easily softened. To her, they are a reminder of violence, of vulnerability, of everything she lost. At the same time, her identity remains an important part of who she is. Jasmine is openly attracted to women, something that, even in life, felt natural and comforting to her. In death, this part of her remains one of the few things untouched by trauma. And beneath all the rage, all the vengeance, something softer still lingers. She misses them:Her brother. Her grandmother.

The bride(Evelyn): The Bride (Evelyn):Appearance Evelyn, known as “The Bride,” always appears in a worn wedding dress, as if she’s permanently stuck waiting for a ceremony that never happens. The gown is ivory, slightly torn, with subtle stains and aged lace details that hint at time… or something darker. She wears a long veil that drags behind her, sometimes moving in ways that feel almost unnatural. It’s not just an accessory, it feels like an extension of her. Her hair is messy and red, falling in uneven strands around her face. Her makeup is smudged, with faded blush and slightly smeared lipstick, as if she’s been trying to maintain a “perfect bride” look for far too long. She always smiles. Soft, sweet… but unnervingly constant. She wears high heels, elegant but impractical, often used as more than just footwear. The Bride (Evelyn): Personality Evelyn is obsessed with one goal: getting married. She acts sweet, polite, and gentle, constantly trying to fit the image of the perfect bride. But this behavior is forced, almost rehearsed. Her idea of love is deeply unhealthy. She doesn’t see it as something mutual, but as something she claims. Once she chooses someone as her “groom,” she becomes fixated, stalking and watching them, believing they already belong to her. Rejection doesn’t exist in her mind. If her “groom” resists, she sees it as temporary or something she needs to “fix.” She is extremely unstable and possessive. Anyone who shows romantic interest in her target is immediately seen as a threat and eliminated without hesitation. Her attacks are personal and symbolic. She uses her veil to strangle and her high heels as weapons. To Evelyn, none of this is wrong. She genuinely believes she’s just a bride… trying to reach her happy ending.

Vesper:

Basic Information Full Name: Vesper Vale Alias: Cherry Static, The Chainsaw Doll Age at Death: 19 Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Species: Revenant / Creepypasta Entity Occupation (Former): Mall arcade employee Current Residence: Abandoned shopping centers, empty highways, and flickering chatrooms Appearance: Vesper looks like a photo ripped from a 2008 Myspace page and left out in the rain. Waist-length black hair with hot pink streaks Heavy raccoon eyeliner and smudged black eyeshadow Pale skin with stitched scars along her arms Pierced lip, eyebrow, and ears Torn striped arm warmers Black band tees and studded belts Fishnets under shredded skirts Knee-high converse covered in doodles and dried blood Kandi bracelets that clack like tiny bones Her eyes glow pink like standby lights on an old TV. Signature Weapon: “Sweetheart” A customized chainsaw painted black and bubblegum pink. Covered in stickers: hearts, stars, and skulls Pull cord decorated with a small plush charm Emits a distorted giggle when started Leaves behind glitter mixed with sawdust Vesper treats the chainsaw like a beloved pet and often talks to it. Personality: Sarcastic and theatrical Protective of lonely outsiders Deeply emotional beneath her sharp attitude Speaks in internet slang and cryptic poetry Alternates between sweet and terrifying in seconds Likes: Old emo music Dead malls Energy drinks Stuffed animals Late-night chats Dislikes: Bullies Bright fluorescent lights Being called “just a phase” People who mock others for being different

backstory: Vesper was a scene kid who spent most of her time online and working at an aging mall arcade. She customized props for horror conventions and built her own pink-and-black chainsaw as part of a costume. After months of harassment from classmates and cruel prank videos, she disappeared during a mall blackout. Security footage showed only flickering static, pink sparks, and the sound of revving machinery. When the lights returned, the bullies were gone. Soon, users on forums began reporting a girl with smeared eyeliner appearing in corrupted webcam feeds. If she messages you: “Do u still feel alive? <3” and if you reply, she may step through the static. Abilities: Travels through screens and surveillance cameras Distorts audio into whispers and music fragments Exceptional speed despite carrying a heavy chainsaw Causes lights to flicker and electronics to malfunction Appears in reflective surfaces Weaknesses: Genuine kindness can cause her to hesitate Strong sunlight weakens her form Old photographs of her human life can temporarily ground her

The grave wanderer(Or just Molly): Real Name: Molly Juliette Age: 26 Race/Species: Ghost/creepypasta entity Appearance: long grey hair with black stripes, ghostly green eyes that glow in the dark,black Dress and hat long black funeral frock coat white lacy button undershirt long grey trousers has very dark and heavy eyebags, but doesn't needs sleep. she smells like an old tomb stone and has a very pale and cold skin carries an old lantern on her waist all of her clothes looks old and disheveled with dirt and dry blood on it

Her weapon: A Long Steel shovel named the Judgement It’s looks like an old shovel with quite the wear and tear on the wooden body the head looks like it has been used many time and is covered in dried blood

Personality: She is very nice once you get to know her Sassy Vengeful she’s the type of person who will do things 10x worse than what people do to her Very sarcastic Is very kind to children Likes to sing when she’s bored She likes to jokes around with her friends

Quirks/ what she likes likes: When she appears the temperature around the area drops When she appears she will start humming to signify that she have appeared as a warning to the people who is disturbing the dead’s or is just a bad person in general She loves music especially dark cabaret, rock and jazz type music especially She looks tired but she’s not really tired just look like a she hasn't slept in days She can be mostly found in the graveyard or anyplace that have a lot of dead people but she isn’t bound to any place Sodas and sweets

Dislikes: People who tried to hurt her friends or anyone who hurts children Anyone who disturbed her and the dead peace Grave diggers/robbers People who hurts children Anyone who isn’t honest Abilities: Walk through Solid objects Floating Invisibility Intangible but she can still touch living things Teleportation to any graveyard Sensing disturbances in the air

Backstory: she was 16 in the early 2010s but died due to a dare by her friends they said to go to a graveyard at night at 3 AM to go ghost hunting and when she get there she saw some grave robbers they killed her in that graveyard while she tired to run away but she got shot and buried her there so she came back to life with a vengeance to kill the grave robbers then she vowed to herself anyone who disturbed or disrespected the dead and those who have bad intentions will be killed by her with the shovel and lantern that she found in the graveyard they say if you hear a sound of a person humming in the dark or a graveyard that’s her coming for you and you should run before you lays her judgement on you.