Name: Roxanne Scott
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Looks: https://fortelliformen.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/21-platinum-hair-looks-to-appear-super-hot-silver-hair-hair-in-consort-with-yellow-hair-gel.jpg
Attire: https://stylishlyme.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/Casual-and-stylish-winter-outfit.jpg
Personality: Calm and collected when suited to her surroundings, can also be stressed an anxious
Flaws: When she gets stressed, SHE GETS STRESSED. she can't relax or do barely anything until she's relaxed again
Talents: Makeup, drawing
Hobbies: Makeup, drawing
Worst Fear: That she'll die before she lives a long life
One Random Fact: She's the second youngest of 6 siblings
Other: Bisexual, Huffleclaw, glasses (https://data.whicdn.com/images/152411566/large.jpg , same eyes, solid eyebrows tho)
(sorry it took so long, but is she ok?)
(Yeah she's great! Are you free rn or should I wait to begin?)
(i am free but do you mind do a character? i hate not knowing what people look like/what they act like and such)
(uuuh okay. ^~^ I'm really bad with them.)
Victim~
Name: Aayu Snow Rookwood
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Looks: Long black hair (in death still visible) with soft blue eyes (in death silvery gray). 5'8 and skinny frame.
Attire: Doesn't matter after death. DURING death he wore a blue coat with a gray tee shirt and jeans.
Personality: Always was quiet and soft-spoken. He stuck up for everybody at any chance he got.
Flaws: Because of his compassion he's unpopular but well-known.
Talents: Develop
Hobbies: Writing
Worst Fear: The strain of many things baring in on him, real or mental.
One Random Fact: he was ambidextrous
Other: Hufflepuff, straight, no glasses.
Murderer~
Name: Aduxtel "Axe" Cohen
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Looks: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cd/71/d7/cd71d7db0394f188473e0413da2b6baa–mens-halloween-makeup-haloween-makeup.jpg
Attire: Usually a blue blood-stained hoodie with long sweatpants.
Personality: Crazy but smart. He knows how to scare, scar, lure and kill people without getting caught.
Flaws: Out of his mind, but can someone call that a flaw? He doesn't. He's too confident.
Talents: N/A
Hobbies: (would you consider it a talent/hobby?) Murder
Worst Fear: Getting caught and spending life in prison or an asylum, instead of death by a court order.
One Random Fact: Usually brandishes a kitchen knife.
Other: Asexual, No glasses, Gryffindor
(thank you
and do you wanna start?)
(Yea i guess so)
It was late. Roxanne was late to class too. She sprinted down the sidewalk from her car to her class, as she did, she heard a scream cut short from nearby.
OMIGOD WHAT HAPPENED? Roxanne's head screamed as she ran to where she heard the scream.
(Ohh sorry I was at Band practice. Did I tell you? I think so.)
A man in a hoodie looked up from a body, holding a bloody knife. He started towards her waving the knife threateningly. "You saw nothing!" He shouted in a deep voice.
Roxanne took her glasses off, pretending they were off the whole time. "You're right," She answered, voice quavering. "I didn't see anything. See? My glasses aren't on my face."
He paused and glared at her, though she couldn't tell. "Don't play tricks with me. Go! Or I kill you too."
Roxanne slid her glasses back on her face and ran. Her first thought was to her car, but that would be too much trouble to unlock. Her next thought was to class, but that would lead the murderer to other people. No, she would keep running until she couldn't run any further.
He's not following you. A gentle male voice whispered, much different than the one she was frightened by.
Roxanne didn't stop running, but she slowed down a little. "Who said that?"
I… am the person he killed. I think. I don't really know what I am. The young male (by the sound of it) giggled nervously.
"So…..you're a ghost?" Roxanne asked, voice visibly shaking.
Yeah. I guess. Could you stop running? I need to catch up. Not… to be mean or anything. I just want to prove to you that I'm real and all.
"No, I think I'd like to keep running."
The male sighed gently. Okay, suit yourself. I can wait, I guess.
"I…..can't…..run…..any…..more…..too….tired…." Roxanne huffed, stopping.
Okay… here I am! He appeared. A faded white-silvery form appeared slowly in the dark, to reveal a floppy-haired, shining-eyed man.
Roxanne collapsed on the ground. "I'm a makeup artist! Not a runner!" She pointed out out loud, mostly to herself.
The male sat down gently next to her. You doing okay? He moved his lips, but she heard his voice in her mind already as if it were already registered.
"Yes. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath," Roxanne answered. "I've never really run much before."
Okay. Will do. He laid back.