Dumbass Necromancer

Ghost Whisperer

Female

16

103

5’

Black

Long hair, wavy

N/A

Rounded almond eyes, that are a light-ish brown. At night or in the dark, though, they reflect light, which shows in photos a lot of the time as a red glint.

Navajo/[cant find the specific, but asian]

Bronze

Curvy, light muscle

She has two very noticeable ones, the first right over her heart, and the second mirroring it on the back, from being stabbed with a sword.

Bunch of random scars, and some more nasty looking ones.

Tattoo of a white chrysanthemum on her right shoulder.

Watching the space just behind people, instead of looking at them.

Makes eye contact when she remembers she’s talking to someone, but like, weirdly intensely.

Traces her post-GFA heart scar when lost in thought.

Smiles sharply when she’s angry or about to start shit.

Lancelot-esque need to protect people

The people she considers family

The aesthetic

Pre GFA: finding her mother’s ghost

Again, that Lancelot-esque disposition. It causes her to have no regard for her own safety.

Doesn’t care what happens to herself.

A strong moral code that no one can figure out.

Traaauuummaaaaa

Might have a sorta very strong distrust for men over the age of thirty.

Can fix up nearly any car, thanks to practice destroying and fixing people’s cars.

Scaring people.

Finding her way through places most people can’t.

Communicating with the dead.

High pain tolerance after literally dying.

Cartography

Mechanics

Exploring abandoned/dangerous places

Hunting cryptids

Helping ghosts

Starting trouble

Climbing the outside of light houses apparently

Dyslexia

Omnism

Probably liberal-ish, but would rather just fight to decide on things. Not war, just fist fights. Or knife fights. Definitely knife fights.

Mechanic and local ghost hunter/cryptid befriender

Red. Blood red probably. Fond of white as well.

Grilled cheese. Straight up

Mother’s wedding ring, post GFA

k n IFe

Moths probably

Dec 20th

In high school

Copy pasted:

her mother saw ghosts as well. She was raised on a reservation in arizona, her mother a medicine woman and daughter of one of the tribe’s most prominent medicine men, and her father accepted even though he was almost viewed as a sort of mascot. He’s just Like That. her mother passed away under strange circumstances about a year before the current setting time, and even with the overwhelming support of the tribe and their family, her and her dad decided to move. It really didn't help that she was the one who was with her mother when she died suddenly at the grocery store, and Catori still has no clue how it happened. They chose at random by throwing a dart at a map.

Her friends share custody of a chicken named Theresa Caputo.

Goes to a private school, the school colors being green and gold. Wears the uniform in a way that gets her dresscoded at least once a week.

School animal: moth. Luna moth.

If it’s low cut or cropped, she’s wearing it.

Shorts, jeans, literal leather pants. All depends on the mood and what she’s about to go get up to.

Sandals, only if she has to wear shoes.

Sunglasses sometimes, blood red lipstick, her mother’s wedding ring. Any amount of jewelry.