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Started July 22, 2019 by @croccin-champagne

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@Dances_with_Shadows Ghost fuckery

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I don't currently have one

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This one's kind of lacking but uh. Yeah

Name: Talida "Tali" Azarola
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Her hair is a fiery orange-red, leaning just a little bit more towards the latter. It's cut to just a little under her shoulders, and curly, though she often straightens it. 5'10 and a mix of curves and muscle, though she's definitely softer, despite the hidden strength from working out often. Lightly tanned skin and quite a few freckles on her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose, that both very easily get darker with time spent in the sun. Almond shaped eyes the color of Caribbean waters, that sparkle when she's happy and darken like the sea during a storm when she's angry or upset. Kind of ironic, all things considered. She's got a few scars, mostly small, barely noticeable ones, but there are a few wicked looking ones on her right arm, near the shoulder area, and a few more that look sort of similar in other places. Has a tattoo of a star filled night sky on her left shoulder blade. Dark shadows under her eyes from a lack of sleep.
General clothing/style: Whatever's comfortable, usually. Jeans/jean shorts, leggings, likes lighter wash jeans though. Solid colors for shirts, and usually wears long sleeved or at least t-shirts, because the scars on her arm are kind of an issue for her. Her favorite jacket is a jean jacket covered in pins, but she wears hoodies fairly often too. Navy blue converse missing the laces in the left shoe, or flipflops. Loves her black beanie, and wears an old golden skeleton key on a leather cord around her neck, a gift from her father before he passed away. When she gets to Turtle Shores(it's such a shitty name, but my brain can't come up with anything else), her usual outfit is comprised of high waisted jean shorts, a black tank top, sandals/flipflops, and of course, the key. She also wears a sheer floral cardigan to cover her scars.
She needs glasses, but prefers her contacts.
Personality: Fairly jaded, has stopped believing in love almost entirely. Doesn't like letting people get too close, because she's afraid she'll lose them. Pours herself into writing when she's feeling too much, and will sometimes go a few days without consuming anything but coffee, and with barely any sleep. Is secretly very caring and kind, and would do anything for the people who stick around to get to know her and then stay around. Wants to do something her father would have been proud of, but sometimes focuses too much on that and not on taking care of herself. Terrified of thunderstorms, and uses a bike or the bus when she can, because she doesn't trust cars anymore.
Backstory: For the sake of my brain and shit, I'm using bullet points.
~She's an only child, born to loving parents.
~She grew up in New York, and has wanted to be a writer since she was young.
~Her father passed away when she was fourteen, leaving her with her mother, who was definitely not ready to deal with the grief and raising a child on her own, leading her to become somewhat bitter and not exactly the best mother.
~Tali cut ties with her mother and most of her family after moving out, which wasn't too hard, considering her mother had never really helped her to build a relationship with her grandparents.
~While celebrating her 21st birthday with some friends, she was involved in a carcrash that killed her best friend.
~She slowly sort-of sabotaged her own relationships after that, becoming a bit more secluded and jaded.
~Her mother tracked her down about a year ago, and is trying to at least build somewhat of a connection with her again.
~She came to Turtle Shores after finding out she'd inherited her grandmother's house, planning to use the time spent getting it ready to sell to clear her mind and pull herself out of the slump she's in with her writing.
Theme Song/Favorite Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9pIg3KEdTE
Other: The car crash rendered her deaf in her right ear, and she's taken to gesturing a lot as she talks, often mixing in sign as well.

Name: Summer Greene
Age: Died at the young age of 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: "All." She'll flirt with anything that walks, pretty much.
Appearance: When Summer tells people she's Irish, they picture the typical blue-eyed, redheaded, freckle-faced, pale-as-shit Irish girl. But she's nowhere near typical. Summer's got naturally tan skin that just gets darker in the sunlight, as well as the skin condition known as vitiligo. Her black hair is long and naturally in loose curls, which she never tries to tamper with, and she typically dies it in some noticeable fashion. When she died, she had it half-dyed a light green like this. Large mint green eyes framed by long and dark lashes. Very generous curves and a heavy-set body, she's got a semi-large chest, wide hips, sweeping waist, thick thighs, plump lips, round cheeks, bright smile, exactly 5 foot and proud of it. She's confident in her body and won't let others shame her.
General clothing: She can't exactly change out of what she died in, but at least she died in something cute. Sleeveless bright green crop top with a black fishnet top underneath that hooks around her middle finger. The crop top says "Sounds gay, Count me in." For pants, she has black skinny jeans with lots of rips in them that may or may not've been added to by her. These are her favorite shoes and is glad that she died in them.
Personality: FUCK STEREOTYPES, FUCK SOCIETY, FUCK FAT SHAMING, FUCK 'DEM SKINNY BITCHES, SUMMER'S IN TOWN. She will not tolerate any sort of hate directed towards any sort of minority/majority/whatever-ity. Hate is hate and it sucks ass. Summer used to let herself be bulled by people because of her weight, her sexuality, her skin, her disregard for social norms, pretty much everything that made Summer, Summer. Come to junior high, she finally said enough and completely came out of her shell. She became the loudmouth that she truly was and starting fighting back against the haters. She supported people being bullied and put herself between the hate and the hated. She puts herself out there and doesn't give two shits what people think. She swears, she flirts, she parties, she drinks, she laughs, she's sarcastic. But the most glaring part about her is that she's surprisingly closed off. She makes up for this for her loud and boisterous personality, but no one can ever seem to squeeze anything personal out of her. Relationships don't last long, as she has issues with opening up to someone, so she just sticks to being a flirty hoe. Friendships are few and fleeting, as well as meaningless. As much as she advocates for being unique, she tends to surround herself with people that are only using her for some brownie points.
Backstory: Summer's parents were strict Christians that strongly disapproved of Summer. She was a sinner from the start, and she had the "Devil's touch," referring to her vitiligo. Their hands were heavy and their words as sharp as daggers. They had her uncle, a preacher, come and "save" her from her sin when she just hit puberty (where her figure got a little to scandalous for them to handle). Apparently, he sought it fit to make regular appointments to her bedroom. Friends and family turned their backs to her when she needed them most, so this is how she became so closed off and turned to being loud to cover all of that up. She used to be super insecure about her body thanks to them, but when she got to college, that's when she really broke out of all of that and embraced who she was. Unfortunately, her family hadn't completely forgotten about her. One night during a party, Summer got super smashed and was throwing herself at any moving body in the premise. Her cousins came in and dragged her out of the party, had their own fun with her, then slit her throat and left her for dead.
Theme Song/Favorite Song: Believer by Imagine Dragons, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zCg7Ch6UzI
Other: Scars on her wrists from trying to commit suicide, but they're covered by 3-inch long black bands of cloth. Tats: left side, right inner forearm, first line over scars on left wrist, second line over scars on right wrist, semicolon under lines on both wrists.

She deserves Love

She really does

Want me to type up a needlessly long starter?

yes please. I have rps to respond to

"Queenie? Where the hell did you go, you damn cat?" Talking to a cat might have been kind of stupid, considering the fact that cats couldn't respond in any human language, but that wasn't exactly a very important thing to be considered right now. What was important, was trying not to trip over any of the clutter in the old and dusty attic, while searching for a cat with a penchant for finding all the best hiding places.

Talida Azarola hadn't been in Turtle Shores long, but she was already slightly sick of it. That might have been attributable to the fact that she'd barely left her grandmother's old house for the entire day and a half she'd been there, except to go buy cleaning supplies at the general store in town, but she had a habit of conveniently forgetting things like that and heading straight for the negative emotions. Negatives were easier, after all.

She wasn't here to visit. Though, maybe that would have been a good idea, years ago. No, she was here to clean up the house, clean out the house, and then sell it. That, and maybe grab some inspiration. It wasn't like she would have had anyone to visit, anyway, considering the fact that this house had only become hers after her grandmother, a woman she could barely remember, had left it to Tali in her will. Her grandmother was the only tie she had to this town(or, so she thought), so no, there was no one to visit, and no reason to keep the house.

Especially considering she'd just stubbed her toe on an old box full of photos. "Motherfuck, goddammit! Ow."

"That sounded painful," Summer chirped from where she was perched on top of a cloth-covered grandfather clock.

You might be wondering why a dead college student was hanging around the house of one of the local hags, but Summer had a special connection to this particular hag. Mother Fenja, as the locals called the loveable old woman, was one of the few members of the older generations to truly accept people for who they were. She gave her home as a shelter for those needing a place to unwind or just rant. She was by no means a therapist, and her blunt comments on the matter proved that without a doubt, but it always helped the local college kids to just talk to her and get their griefs off of their chests.

Summer was one of the more frequent visitors, so when she saw Mother Fenja in the spirit realm, it broke her heart to see the older woman go. She had nothing tying her down to the land of the living, so she simply smiled at the haunted young woman and faded into the light. The only thing she said to Summer was, "Stay and help her." Cryptic, but then again, she always was one for cryptic messages.

Tali spun around as a voice that had no business being in the house reached her ears, forgetting for a moment that she was still on one foot. Thrown off balance, she fell backwards with a yelp, hitting the ground and narrowly avoiding hitting her head on the same box that had assaulted her toe.

She stared wide-eyed at the faded looking woman sitting on an old grandfather clock, her mouth hanging open just slightly. And there was Queenie, using the cloth covering the clock to scale it, so she could greet the woman with a meow. "Who-" She couldn't seem to form any words beyond that, her brain too busy trying to wrap itself around the situation, and come to terms with the pain in her back from falling. "What."

Summer looked down, spotting the cat. She grinned and cooed, petting Queenie and greeting the cat like one would an old friend. Her hand didn't go through the cat like one would expect from a ghost. Here are the general rules of a ghost: Contrary to popular belief, they can't go through people like some creeps; they can act like they are solid being when interacting with objects, but they can faze through them if they wish; they feel just like normal people when touched by living beings, just a tad cold.

After greeting the cat, Summer looked up and winced in sympathy for the woman on the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. Thought you knew I was here."

"I'm supposed to be-the only one here? How the hell did you even get in, I just checked those locks last night and they're old but they aren't horrible-" She continued to ramble about the locks, and how they were at least better than the ones on her apartment. It was something Tali tended to do when nervous, ramble. And honestly, it was a mix between kind of adorable and kind of annoying, at the same time.

She raised an unimpressed brow at the woman's rambling. She let her go on for some time, only for the fact that it was entertaining and gave her a minute to check her out (what else is new?). She kept her blank stare on her face as she raked her eyes up and down. She had a thing for tall people—but then again, everyone was taller than Summer—and this woman had nearly a foot on her. "You're cute," she said, if only to shut the other woman up.

It worked. She stopped talking suddenly, blinking in surprise as she opened and closed her mouth for a moment. "I-huh?" Despite herself, a light blush dusted her cheeks, maybe from realizing she was still on the floor, but definitely in response to the comment. "It's finally happening." She said, shaking her head as she scrambled to her feet. Her hands moved with her words, signing and gesturing at the same time. 'I'm going crazy. Bonkers. Too much coffee, not enough sleep. That's it."

"Rude," she sniffed, then grinned, "Or maybe you passed out from the pain of stubbing your toe, and this is all just a dream. In reality, you're in an unattractive heap of exhaustion, gladly catching some Zs." Summer casually pet Queenie as she spoke, pretending as if her suggestion were actually true. By now, she had deduced that the person Mother Fenja had told her about, considering that they were interacting. Only people that ghosts had business with could see them without the ghosts making themselves visible.

"That'd make a lot more sense." Tali muttered, dragging a hand through her hair as she looked around the attic. "Way more sense than what I'm guessing is a ghost calling me cute. Cute. I'm not-that's not even the point at all. If I'm dreaming, there should be a way to tell…" Not the full on rambling she'd done just a minute ago, but still definitely rambling. She shook her head, looking from the ghost, to Queenie, and then at various items in the attic, very obviously trying to tell if she was dreaming or not.

Summer huffed and sat cross-legged while folding her arms under her chest, pouting her full lips. She let the woman ramble some more before sighing heavily and hopping off of the clock, then strode over to the taller woman and stared up at her with a brow raised, arms still crossed. "You done?" she asked. If Tali was paying any attention, she'd hear the subtle Irish accent that Summer could never quite get rid of, despite having spent just over half of her life out of Ireland.

Tali blinked a few times, startled out of her own thoughts. Queenie had hopped down to follow the ghost, threading between both women's ankles and purring happily. ""Done, with-yes? I don't-" She shook her head, thinking quietly this time, for a few moments. "I'm not dreaming. Fuck. Who-who exactly are you? And why are you in my grandmother's house?"

Summer pouted again, tipping her head up to look Tali in the eye. "She never told you about me? I'm Summer Greene, probably the one who came over here the most. I loved Mother Fenja. She was nice. I'm sorry for your loss, by the way, even though we shared the same loss." She grinned. "Y'know, we're practically family because of her." She then frowned. "Still upsetting she never told you about me. I had so much tea to spill, and I'm sorta upset she never spilled it to you."

Mother Fenja? 'One'? Tali furrowed her brows, looking off to the side for a moment before making herself meet Summer's eyes. Pretty eyes. "I hadn't spoken with her in a while. Sort of…lost contact, after a few major changes." That's an understatement, isn't it? She shook her head slightly, rubbing at the back of her neck with one hand and holding the other out hesitantly, like she wasn't quite sure what to do. "Talida. Most people call me Tali."

Summer tilted her head and took Tali's hand, shaking it. Her skin was cold to the touch and seemed to leech off of the other woman's warmth before Summer forced her damned ghostly habits back. "Tali," she said slowly, as if testing the name on her tongue. "Pitty. She was a great woman. Took us rug-rats in and listened to us bitch about our lives. Woman had no problem with voicing her opinion."