EDIT: Due to reasons, I will not be using Bree any longer. Stay tune for my new OC.
Name: Bree Dantes; “Bree” from a old bottle that she found. The letters had been so faded that all she could read was “Bree”. (The bottle she was a febreze bottle, with most of the letters faded.) “Dantes” came from a book she found, called the Count of Monte Cristo, after her favorite character, Edmond Dantes. The Gengar doll she calls Beezlebub, from Paradise Lost, another one of her favorite literature pieces.
AgeShe died when she was eighteen, on August 17, year unknown. Her birthday has been long forgotten.
Weight She’s light, but if she concentrates, she can be almost 95lbs, the living weight she once was.
Sexuality: Pansexual; honestly she doesn’t care for relationships, mainly because of the trauma of her past life.
Status: Single for the aforementioned reasons.
Job: Busgirl at the Afterlife Club
Pokemon: Shiny Haunter /
Personality: The haunter herself is a shy, cautious creature, while the doll, Beezlebub, portrays an easy going and friendly nature. While it is hard to tell if the two are different entities, it is Bree that controls the doll. It is a bit of a schizo aspect that portrays itself in the girl, for she does believe Beezlebub is separate from her, even if she does control him.
”Oh I do love you my dear. But you must understand. Love is a fickle emotion. It makes a monster desire to control. And the bad aspect of falling in love, is that people leave. So I’ll keep you from leaving me… forever.”
The little haunter awoke in a deserted building, next to a rotten corpse. It appeared to be female, but she couldn’t be sure. The clothes were feminine, but all there was left was a tattered skeleton with no arms. And she was alone. Achingly, horribly, alone.
The girl sat there, with only the corpse for company. How much time had past? How many days? Weeks? Years? Only the silence was comforting, for it meant she was safe. The words of her awakening, that horrible memory that filled her being with dread.
With the new time era old buildings were beginning to be torn back. The sudden noise, the violence that surrounded her resting place stirred the haunter to awareness, to move, animate. She screamed, shaking violently at the sudden movement that tormented her silent world. She shook, terrified, horrified, not even knowing what or who she was. All she knew was being scared. Scared, scared, scared, someone help me someone find me!
It was then she met him.
The giratina had been honestly passing by, and the haunter had mistaken him for a dream. He extended a hand. She took it. He offered her a purpose. She accepted it.
So began this little haunter’s afterlife.
Yes, if you didn’t guess it, Bree was, in fact, murdered and the place she haunts does hold her skeleton
The giratina that “saved” her from the pit of nothingness was Maechan. She adores him and has tried to join the living as to not be an embarrassment to him.
She found Beezlebub in the trash that was scattered around her “building”. It reminded her so much like herself, something that had been thrown away, that she’s kept it and through the doll has created the persona Beezlebub, to whom she meets people with.
Reason why she chose The After Life to work at was simple because the building was near her own.
Shall add more later.