RE: The Grand OC III: Do Not Steal: Week 2: GHOST! ooOOOooo
05-28-2018, 10:13 PM
Username: Schurser
Name: Amily Ernaline
Race: Indentured Soul
Gender: Lady
Text Color: Hex code
Biography: At some indeterminate point in history, The Folks (whoever they might be) ruling the domain of Death got with the times and readjusted operations to be a better reflection of Life As We Know It. Most regrettably, this resulted in something of a capitalist purgatorium where so much of living felt like a very slow dying, and vice versa on the other side of the Veil. This proved an acceptable-enough arrangement for all the new arrivals, conditioned as they were to consider the Same Old Shit continuing into eternity a tolerable state of affairs provided they still go their weekends.
This still left the problem of all the old souls from before the restructuring, who in true old geezer fashion were kicking up a real stink at how things weren't how they used to be, and introducing far too much flair and color to the proceedings. The good and pious ones were given a nice gated community where they could play-act their old afterlifey ways, but the damned wanted something a bit more stylish.
Thus came a rather unusual job opening in the morning paper, to which one Amily Ernaline answered.
Description: Amily's a plain but sweet middle-aged human woman in appearance, with a grey perm that was easier to dye ashen than cover up individual white hairs. She's wearing a charcoal cardigan, white blouse, thick cableknit black tights, and suede boots, a scarf in a shade of yellow bright enough to almost be nauseating, and an oversized handbag containing all her accoutrements. She quite enjoys her job, considering it a damn sight more interesting than the office work she did in life and early death. The greyed-out world she harks from, with its greyed-out borders between once-delineated boundaries, makes Amily a bit clueless on the subject of actual irrevocable death slash cessation of existence. To her, being dead is just like being an adult 2.0, taking the commute to work shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. But, she likes to think she'd be up for a grand and exciting adventure. Nothing a romp through a couple of violent battle rounds won't address.
Weapons and Abilities: Amily works in The Special Department For Legacy Customers, and best as she can tell is the only Damned Beings Installation Technician in the department. Using an Epipen-esque gadget that she stores in her handbag, she can inject objects with an ectoplasmic slurry of shrieking damned, grudgeful ghouls, and general bad vibes, turning them into cursed objects. The trade-secret blend of damned energy means any specific curses will be a result of the vessel, and not the motivations of whatever souls-or-soul-fragments are jammed into it. Years on the job's given her a good sense of what kind of effects will be produced from cursing a particular object. Amily doesn't have many strong feelings about this line of work - she's vaguely aware if she finishes working through the considerable backlog and gets rid of all the Damned, she gets to retire. She's not actually sure what retirement is, but figures it'll be a nice change of pace.
Due to being a ghost, if not a particularly self-aware one, Amily can wander into local afterlives the same way a living person could wander from one neighborhood to the next. This lack of self-awareness also means any attempt to kill her like you'd kill a normal human might surprise her, until she remembers she's made of ectoplasm and not unduly affected by knives or bullets or head-on collisions with vehicles.
Name: Amily Ernaline
Race: Indentured Soul
Gender: Lady
Text Color: Hex code
Biography: At some indeterminate point in history, The Folks (whoever they might be) ruling the domain of Death got with the times and readjusted operations to be a better reflection of Life As We Know It. Most regrettably, this resulted in something of a capitalist purgatorium where so much of living felt like a very slow dying, and vice versa on the other side of the Veil. This proved an acceptable-enough arrangement for all the new arrivals, conditioned as they were to consider the Same Old Shit continuing into eternity a tolerable state of affairs provided they still go their weekends.
This still left the problem of all the old souls from before the restructuring, who in true old geezer fashion were kicking up a real stink at how things weren't how they used to be, and introducing far too much flair and color to the proceedings. The good and pious ones were given a nice gated community where they could play-act their old afterlifey ways, but the damned wanted something a bit more stylish.
Thus came a rather unusual job opening in the morning paper, to which one Amily Ernaline answered.
Description: Amily's a plain but sweet middle-aged human woman in appearance, with a grey perm that was easier to dye ashen than cover up individual white hairs. She's wearing a charcoal cardigan, white blouse, thick cableknit black tights, and suede boots, a scarf in a shade of yellow bright enough to almost be nauseating, and an oversized handbag containing all her accoutrements. She quite enjoys her job, considering it a damn sight more interesting than the office work she did in life and early death. The greyed-out world she harks from, with its greyed-out borders between once-delineated boundaries, makes Amily a bit clueless on the subject of actual irrevocable death slash cessation of existence. To her, being dead is just like being an adult 2.0, taking the commute to work shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. But, she likes to think she'd be up for a grand and exciting adventure. Nothing a romp through a couple of violent battle rounds won't address.
Weapons and Abilities: Amily works in The Special Department For Legacy Customers, and best as she can tell is the only Damned Beings Installation Technician in the department. Using an Epipen-esque gadget that she stores in her handbag, she can inject objects with an ectoplasmic slurry of shrieking damned, grudgeful ghouls, and general bad vibes, turning them into cursed objects. The trade-secret blend of damned energy means any specific curses will be a result of the vessel, and not the motivations of whatever souls-or-soul-fragments are jammed into it. Years on the job's given her a good sense of what kind of effects will be produced from cursing a particular object. Amily doesn't have many strong feelings about this line of work - she's vaguely aware if she finishes working through the considerable backlog and gets rid of all the Damned, she gets to retire. She's not actually sure what retirement is, but figures it'll be a nice change of pace.
Due to being a ghost, if not a particularly self-aware one, Amily can wander into local afterlives the same way a living person could wander from one neighborhood to the next. This lack of self-awareness also means any attempt to kill her like you'd kill a normal human might surprise her, until she remembers she's made of ectoplasm and not unduly affected by knives or bullets or head-on collisions with vehicles.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow