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Oliver is your basic introvert. He prefers staying inside along with making small talk. Usually, you would find Oliver either alone, thinking and spacing out. At first sight, he might seem cold and quite neglectful, though once Ollie has become more comfortable around you he can become the sweetest person you could meet. He can become very loyal towards you as well as ver protective which can also lead to a bad end. Due to this Oliver tends to keep away from making friends.

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name: Eleonora Mae Hawkins
nicknames: Mae, Elle
age: 27
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
love interest: x
role: Hunter
main trait: Outgoing
face claim: Brie Larson
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pos: outgoing,
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neu: impulsive,
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Mae is very upbeat and bubbly, always eager
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ions for it. Mae is generally very confident in he-
rself, but is in fact quite sensitive to negative co-
mments. Her bubbly personality deflates when s-
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ile to recover. She doesn’t want to be a crybaby,
especially when around others, but finds herself
getting upset over little things she has entirely o-
ver-analyzed. She’s working on her sensitivity, b-
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name egativity bothers her, but she's sure there
name must be a reason. She intends to find it.

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history
When Eleonora was born, it was into a mix of joy and
sorrow. Her mother, Jane, had always been a fragile
woman, and complications during Eleonora’s birth
proved to be too much for Jane to handle. Still, her
father, Arthur, didn’t blame Eleonora, and merely
cherished her as a way for Jane to live on. Her mother
had picked out Eleonora’s name as soon as she learned
the baby was a girl, going through what must have b-
een thousands to find one befitting of elegance and b-
eauty. Eleonora started going by her middle name, Mae,
from an early age. It was easier, and seemed to fit her
goofy self far better than the sophisticated “Eleonora”.
Still, her father loved her given name, and was the only
one to continue to call her that throughout her life. As
she grew up, her father cared for her as though nothing
else mattered, showing her books, writing, art, and hi-
story. He encouraged her to be whimsy, and did his be-
st to fill her childhood with wonder and knowledge. He
was a historian himself, and took Eleonora to museums
throughout her childhood and explaining the history b-
ehind every piece he knew. She developed her own lo-
ve for the subject, finding nothing more fascinating t-
han learning the story behind an ancient artifact. She-
planned to become an archaeologist, going to college
for the subject and graduating with her bachelors on
the dean’s list at 22. Shortly after, her father passed
away from a heart attack, leaving Eleonora alone. She
grieved for a time, before finding herself lost and ai-
mless. At 24 she had not continued school, worked a
simple office job, and wished for nothing more than
to be anywhere else. One night, out in a bar, she met
X. They talked for a bit, and she found herself warm-
ing up to this stranger. As the evening progressed, he
told her stories about ghosts, and all the hunts he had
been on for them. His tales fascinated her, and it was
at this point that she realized what she had been mis-
sing from her life: adventure, and the discovery of n-
ew stories dying to be told. She quit her job the next
day, and left with X. He taught her the ropes, and s-
he’s been with him ever since. Despite being introd-
uced to hunting at a late age, she has greatly impr-
oved over the past three years. Although far from
the best, she handles herself near expertly with an
iron dagger and shotgun.

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name: Clement Lytton Weslow
age: 22 at death
gender: Male
sexuality: Homosexual
love interest: x
role: Ghost
main trait: Volatile
face claim: Jakub Gierszał
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pos: independent,
dedicated, observant
neu: precise, blunt
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Clement is an angry ghost. Not just a little an-
gry- his rage has been festering for a while, b-
ottled up inside of him and waiting to explode.
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hen enraged. Which is, unfortunately, all too
easy to trigger. Clement is very temperamental,
secretive, and distrustful. Although Clement do-
esn’t remember anymore, the reason he became
aggressive originally was out of fear. It was that
he didn’t trust himself, not others. When he fi-
rst became a ghost, he was angry and confused.
When he learned he had an ability, fear sparked
in him. He was full of rage, and capable of more
damage than he ever could have accomplished w-
hile alive. The part of Clement remnant from his
time as a human became fearful- power like that
came with danger. He was convinced that if som-
eone got too close to him, he would manage to h-
arm them unintentionally. He couldn’t let that h-
appen. He slammed shut the doors to let people
in, entirely convinced that there was absolutely
no one that he would ever want to be (or could
be) close to again. His humanity has faded as t-
ime has passed, his old self consumed by the n-
ever-ending anger, but the protections put in
place still stand. He torments anyone who en-
ters the house, using his ability to drive them
away. He definitely comes across as murderous
when tormenting those who enter, but he has
only ever done what is enough to get them out.
Once they are out, the small shred of his former
self can calm him enough to stop any further v-
iolence, but that part of himself is slowly fading,
and every day he becomes closer to being noth-
ing more than a malevolent ghost without inhi-
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Before he was a ghost, and murderous became
almost his only emotion, Clement was a calm,
rational introvert. He kept to himself for the
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en he died, everything changed. All he could
feel was unbridled rage, and the longer he re-
mained a ghost, the more intense it became.
His death was not his fault- it was also not an
accident. At least, not to him. He had been r-
eading by the lake near his college’s campus,
enjoying the peace, when a group of frat boys
and sorority girls came down for a lake party.
Clement was never much one for partying, so
he stood to leave, but was stopped by two of
the guys. They were messing with him a little,
sort of nudging him back towards the party to
socialize. He really wasn’t particularly intere-
sted, but it didn’t seem as though the two w-
ere about to let him leave. He decided to read
his book on the pier, deciding that if he was g-
oing to be made to stay, he might as well con-
tinue where he left off. This didn’t sit well wi-
th the two who had nudged him back, and they
hatched a plan. Part of the lake party tradition
was to toss a couple people in the lake. Why n-
ot this boy? It would be entertaining, even if t-
hey didn’t know him. Perhaps especially since
they didn’t know him. They thought he might l-
oosen up. The plan was set, and once they had
relayed the plan to a couple others, they snuck
up on him and hoisted him up to cheers from t-
he crowd. “Into the lake!” They shouted, tossi-
ng a startled Clement into the water. Clement
was too in shock to try to stop them before he
hit the water, but immediately started strugg-
ling and gasping once he did. These boys didn’t
know- Clement had never learned to swim. He
called for help, but people thought he was jok-
ing and just laughed and grinned, messing with
him a bit. By the time someone realized it was-
n’t theatrics and dove in to help him, it was too
late. Clement had drowned. All he can remem-
ber is the laughter as he’d felt himself fading,
and the smiles on their faces. The students ho-
nestly hadn’t meant any harm, and were just t-
rying to lighten him up, but Clement never kne-
w that. All he knows now is that he’s dead long
before he should have been and it’s not his fault.
His bitterness and anger have built up over the
years, and turned him into the volatile ghost the
hunters have finally come across.

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[name] Sawyer H. Evans [nickname] Nonexxxxx
[age] 28, at death [gender] male [s.o] hetero x
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Sawyer isn't like the other ghosts, many of which are fairly angry and cold. Instead, Sawyer is fairly good, he's optimistic and enjoys a little bit of company, which is strange especially since he's a ghost. His death wasn't the most exciting though he never really speaks about it. As much as kind and friendly Sawyer sounds, he also has some negativity to him. This ghost has anger issues and control his emotions.

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