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NICKNAMESXX Rin (Most common) | Blondie (Tolerates)
AGEXX Deceased at 20 | Now 25
SEXUALITYXXHomosexual | Demiromantic
NATIONALITYXX Caucasian, American
ROLEX Ghost
HEXXX #8BA3A6
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Like most of the ghosts, Erin's current form has aged to match the missing time from her death until now. Appearing five years older than she was at the time of her passing. Only thing that makes her different than the normal human, other than being a god damn ghost, is the fact that she cause cause things to move with telekinesis. However weak her control over the ability may be. She can move small things with ease, such as a book to her hand or a tea-cup across a table and into someone else's hand. But anything large than a medium size object is currently very difficult for her to pull off. Other than that, she is next to fully human, except being dead.
As for her memories well, Erin remembers nothing other than her own name, where she was from, and the name 'Nixie', someone who must have been important enough for to remember immediately. But just the name, no description or face. Just a name is all she remembers. In fact, the woman's name in question were the first words uttered out of her mouth when she gasped awake in that god damn field. She can't remember much of anything, other than hazy and foggy memories. No faces or names of anyone else. Everything is just a hazy mess and comes in waves, however foggy they may be.
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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5' 7", 170cm | 125lbs, 56kg | Slim yet toned
Erin wears whatever feels more comfortable for her that day. Anything from a t-shirt and skinny jeans and boots, to wearing an over-sized hoodie and sweat pants. Her sense of style isn't anything of note, except that it fits her and demonstrates how exactly unorthodox she is in every aspect. Her preferred go-to outfits are anything that is a t-shirt and jeans, to button up short sleeves with jackets and boots. Essentially, the cliche 'gay dad' vibe if you wish.
Erin has been reported as being considered handsomely beautiful by most, and elegantly androgynous by others, which also coinsides with many saying she is the epitome of unorthodox, especially considering her profession as a bartender. She is considered such because, firstly, she has a plethora of tattoos that are usually on full display for all to see, usually by sleeveless shirts or loose-fitting clothes at work. Erin can normally be found wearing skinny jeans and baggy tank tops or t-shirts, as well as the occasional sweater or jacket, along with her normal everyday boots. She is best described as punk rock due to all of the tattoos, her hair and abrasive nature upon first seeing her.
Erin has long hair that is usually styled messily, as well as usually being shaved on both sides in an undercut, that is usually tied up or let down and flowing past her shoulders. The fancier she goes, the more glamorous and androgynous her appearance will be. Erin goes with what fits her when and where, never really caring what kind of person she appears to be, as long as she is happy with herself that's all that matters to herself. Erin holds an air of confidence and self-assurance, and a bit of cockiness, but for those that know her, know that she is rather insecure and constantly nervous. And that the confident side is simply a facade.
As for any oddities or scars, she has a few. Mainly from broken glass from one shattering from her earlier days as a bartender, or the accidental slip of the knife while cooking litter the top and palm of her hands. She has a large scar that runs along the backside of her right hip and up to her left shoulder. Erin doesn't remember where she got it from or how. While in reality it was caused from being hit by a speeding car, a large piece of shrapnel was wedged into her side. Another small scar on her side, which she has never discussed, but is obvious upon inspection to be a slightly aged bullet wound. And lastly, she has two small but rather noticeable scars on her left wrist, but only when someone truly notices it or looks very closely. Which is usually why she wears a variety and multitude of bracelets and accessories. Something that goes with her style, as well as helping to prevent anyone from noticing her scars that she's rather not talk about as she isn't exactly proud of those.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Back when Erin was still a human, it took some people a bit of time to get used of her rather rough-looking exterior. Something of an enima, Erin was quite the opposite of how she seemed to people. Upon first meeting her, people assumed that she was an angry and angsty sort of rebel, when while yes that is partially true, it also couldn't be the farthest from the truth all things considered. Once someone could look past the rough, tattoo-covered exterior, that can see that she was an incredibly kind, outgoing, and loving individual who at least once given the chance could prove to be one of your best friends. She was also what many would referred to her as a "fucking dumbass with a good heart." Her ways of going about things were morally questionable and at times problematic, but deep down, she had a heart of gold and wanted nothing more than the best for people.
Erin was also very reserved in most aspects of life. Never prying into anyone else's business or asking questions she probably shouldn't have been asking. She'd always be an open ear to someone and a shoulder to cry on for whoever may have needed it. Erin was also a very touchy-feely person. Usually always having to either be touching someone or being close to them in any way. From sitting next to someone, or barely having an arm or leg touching them, such as one of her arms draped over their shoulder. When it came to romance or relationships on the other hands well...Erin was a hopeless romantic. Finding simple gestures and actions to be worth more than the larger gestures, and always returned said actions in kind and ten fold. Like someone holding a door open for her or giving a genuine compliment meant more to Erin than receiving a gift or something of physical value. She cared more about the sentiment than having something to physically hold onto. It was just her way of things.
Aside from the kind and caring nature of Erin, she also held a slightly more darker side. How she actually viewed the world behind the happy-go-lucky mask she always wore around most people. The Erin that not many people ever got to see. The one who was helpless and depressed, constantly anxious and second guessing herself. The one who would hold all of her feelings in, bottling them up until they came out in a flurry of mixed words and feelings until she came back down from her short bursts of emotional stress. Erin knew how to put on a brave face, even when she was feeling everything and did her best to hide it. And since coming back now, well, her emotions are even on higher alert than ever before.
Erin is confused, scared, and unknown of what's to come. Who is she really? What was her life like before whatever happened that cut her life short? Could she ever be the same person she was again? And if so, how? But more importantly, who is the person behind the name that keeps coming back into her mind? And what do they know about her...?
Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
Erin has a bad habit of biting her nails when anxious, even to the point of drawing blood | Her right leg bounces to an unknown pattern whenever she's stressed | Erin paces back and forth when trying to think | Her nose twitches whenever she overthinks on something, a clear tell of her being anxious
F E A R S:
Death, ironically enough Erin is terrified of dying and staying dead. It happened once already and she fears of it happening once again | Darkness, complete and utter darkness. The empty feeling it brings her in uneasy | Ending up alone, she's scared that if she can't figure out who she is, as well as figuring out anything in her life. She just doesn't want to be alone forever
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It all started long before Erin was born, when a young and dumb couple decided to get married at an all too young age, eight-teen and nine-teen to be exact. They were irresponsible and immature, having a family at such a young age, nonetheless in a small town such as Widow's Peak was a mistake, and that was putting it lightly. They were undeniably infatuated with each other and they considered it love over lust or being dumb and young. It was about three months from the delivery date for their first child that the news hit them. They weren't having just one child, but two, fraternal twins to be specific. A boy and a girl. And that fact didn't change anything, they were more than excited now to welcome their two kids into the world.
That was until the day of the twins birth that tragedy struck. While their daughter was born happy and healthy as could be, their son had been a still-born birth. The reality of the entire situation hit them all too hard and sent both of the parents into a depressive state. Which caused their child, Erin to be taken in by her grandparents. For the most part, from an early age their life was as good as one would expect, or at least expected. It was only when Erin had turned twelve and was looking through their family history and medical records that she found the truth out about her family. More specifically, her twin brother who hadn't made it. She was furious that her parents didn't tell her the truth of what happened, nevermind hiding it from her. She knew her birth had complications, but she never knew the exact nature of it, nevermind the fact that they had kept the fact she would have had a sibling ontop of it.
The truth caused a large gap to form between Erin and her parents, who were already having a rocky relationship, and the fact her grandparents even came to her parents defense caused a rift between them as well. She felt lied to and betrayed by them all, and it only made things worse the stresses of school became too much for Erin. She found her grades slipping even more than they had been before, her ability to focus was always hard compared to others, as well as her ability to fully understand some things. It was only when a therapist recommended she got diagnosed for some learning disabilities. When the diagnosis came back positive for ADHD and Dyslexia, there was some relief, as she was put into programs that would help with her specific cases, which had helped some. But with the pressure of her family, and over all relationships with most people, she could feel herself slipping through the cracks as the years went on.
It was only when she ran into a kid named Markus, and his friend Soren that life seemed a bit better. A little less hopeless, and a little brighter. They were much like her, troublesome back-rounds, bit of outcasts and weirdos in their own rights. It was even due to Soren that she got into music as much as she did, often finding herself picking up a guitar, or helping come up with a beat and rhythm to help Soren with his music. To her, it was just for fun, but she knew it was something real to Soren, and happily helped support him in his dream. Even helping him buy a proper guitar for his birthday. Life was good for all of them, at least it was until tragedy struck.
Erin remembered going to a party with Markus and Soren, she decided to stay at the party a little bit longer with her girlfriend, Phoenix, when they left. Enjoying the time they were having with their other friends. It was only the next day when she got a panicked call from Markus. She remembered his words over the phone, scatter brained words and sentences. Something about the hospital. Soren. Car accident. And that she needed to come immediately. Erin grabbed her things and went to where Markus was at the hospital, where Markus' mother worked, and she explained what happened to Erin as Markus was off in one of the chairs, still a sobbing mess. Erin broke down as the words left the woman's mouth as she retold her the news. He was so young, and they had just talked the night before. Hour prior. It didn't make any sense. It almost didn't seem real to her that Soren was gone, just like that.
She began to blame herself for what happened. Maybe if she had left with the two when they did. Maybe she could have diffused the situation between them. Like she always had. She was often the voice of reason in the small group. She knew she could have done something, but Erin failed. Much like Markus, she became more reserved and to herself with most people. When she wasn't at Phoenix's house for a few hours or at Markus', crashing at his place for a lot of the time. To get away from her own issues at home, the next two years passed by slowly. And slowly started to seem to be coming to the light at the end of the tunnel. Erin was saving up money that she was earning at her job. Her relationship with her girlfriend was good, and she had Markus. There was nothing that could ruin it. Hell, Erin was even saving up money on the side for a ring, and she even bought one and hid it under the floorboard's in Markus' old room so her parents wouldn't find it. It'd be safe there.
Erin was gonna make the big decision and ask Phoenix, the woman she loved, to marry her in the next two days. She had spent so much time mentally working herself up for the moment. Erin knew her life was starting to see a more positive outcome, even if it was only in small moments, but they were always good when she was with the one she loved. So, when she bought the ring and planned on popping the question, there wasn't a doubt in her mind. She was gonna do it. She just had two more days, at least that's what she thought.
It was an overly long shift that night. The rain and wind howled outside of the bar's windows, and Erin knew she could just wait the storm out just a little bit longer, so she decided to have a few drinks with her friends that often frequented the bar. Erin decided to keep her plans of proposing to herself, she didn't want them to possibly spoil the surprise. When the storm seemed to finally wind down, Erin decided she'd walk home, passing down the offer for a ride home. She only lived eleven minutes away, the walk wasn't a long one. It'd do her some good. As she walked along the freshly rained pathways, she decided it'd be best to text Nixie, and let her know she was on her way home. That she was only eleven minutes away from the apartment, and she'd be able to have the next two days off from work. It was all going well. Erin remembered putting her phone away in her back pocket, and before she knew it, there was a bright light, the screeching of what she could only assume was tires, and everything went silent.
The next thing Erin knew, she was gasping for breath, laying on her back in an open field. Erin didn't know why, but the first words out of her mouth were a name she didn't know. At least, she didn't remember who the name belonged to. Other than that it was a woman's name, and for whatever reason it was important to her. All Erin had on her was a cell-phone she didn't recognize, a key for what she could only assume was an apartment (that may have been her's), and the nagging feeling to go to a place called Widow's Peak. Erin found herself walking down beside the lonely street with a sign that said Widow's Peak and knew she was headed in the right direction...But why? All she knows is that she's in urgent need to find the person who's name she can remember, and find out what they know about her, whatever that may be, Erin isn't sure...But she has to find out.