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Angelina Hunter

"I feel like I live in a Scooby-Doo episode, except it's a lot less wholesome."

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a character in “Manor Horrors”, as played by Kuukakulily

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Name: Angelina Denise Hunter
Nickname: Angie, Ange, Lina
Role: Family Medium
Face Claim:Lily Collins
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Age: 21
Sexuality: Bi-curious
Hobbies: Angelina enjoys many things. Like all Hunter's, she enjoys a good party, but won't actively participate in it. Her most favorite activities include reading, communicating with the dead, playing music (specifically piano), and obsessing over TV Shows.
Personality: Angelina was always an odd-ball-out in the family. She preferred reading novels and playing melodies to the life of lavish parties and debauchery. She's one of the good girl's of the family. She's still a virgin, much to everyone's chagrin, and while she has had a drink or two, she knows her limitations and never exceeds them. She is a Hunter at heart, and likes to go to parties, if only to see how people make fool's of themselves. She's the person in the background watching others intently. That being said, she loves to people watch. She enjoys seeing people, just being people, messing up, creating drama, overreacting, being promiscuous or even just hanging out. People really do fascinate her and she often finds that even in death, the spirits retain their former personalities, whether they remember how and when they died or not. She thinks of herself as not being a huge part of society and often dissociates herself from it, viewing everything with a nonpartisan standpoint. Her family sometimes fears that she has Asperger's syndrome due to her obsessive behavior and dissociative tendencies. This has been neither confirmed nor denied.
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Strengths:
- She has spent a lot of time talking to the dead, having started from an early age. It takes her no effort at all to see them and speak with them.
- She remembers random facts about anything she becomes interested in, specifically, anything from a book, TV show, or music.
- She is of a singular motivation. Once she has the mindset of doing something, she doesn't stop until it's done.
Weaknesses:
- Talking to the dead is a curse as well as a gift. She becomes drained easier, both emotionally and physically.
- She is unable to empathize with others well, both living and deceased.
- She is often the target of bullying in the family because of her strange behavior. While this doesn't necessarily faze her, it only makes her bullies more frustrated at her.
Fears:
-She fears death above all. She generally enjoys life and the ghosts that she speaks with tell her how horrible it is to die and how lonely it can be.
-She fears fire to a certain extent. She can light a lighter and such but fears being burned.
Theme/Favorite Song: A Breathtaking Piece-Jervy Hou
Angelina is a huge fan and aspires to play just as he does.

So begins...

Angelina Hunter's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter Character Portrait: Charles Mayfield Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Jaycob Firths Character Portrait: Leo Dahl Character Portrait: Angelina Hunter
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#, as written by Sonohra
The manor was lit up with lights of all colors and music played loudly in the ballroom. The whole family was on the first floor, dressed up in their gowns and tuxedos. Many of the guests had already arrived, and some still staggered in. The party was lively and festive, just like any other of their parties. Tall men flanked the front door, watching to make sure that only invited guests entered. Servants ran through through the crowds, serving drinks and food. Little Conner plug his ears and walked around the ballroom, knowing he was not allowed anywhere else in the house. He was upset with the fact that he had to be in the room, but he promised his mother that this year, for the the 300th anniversary. Conner watched as a servant with a tray of drink towards him and as the man passed him, the little boy reached up and grabbed a drink without the man noticing.

He looked at the cup and then up at the other guests. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. He saw his mother fluttering around, meeting the guests and welcoming back past guests. His father was busy drinking with his old pals. Conner looked around to notice that there were ghosts here too. He could tell the difference between the ghosts and the living because the dead tended to be slightly transparent. Conner stood on the edge of the room, hoping one would come talk to him, since he was a bit lonely, but he knew the ghosts did whatever they wanted. He looked back down at the drink, thinking about drinking it. Last time he had some, he had turned into a whole other person... but he was bored right now and he needed something to get rid of that feeling.

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Character Portrait: Duncan Victor Character Portrait: Tiffany Summers Character Portrait: Lydia Hunter Character Portrait: Charles Mayfield Character Portrait: Conner Hunter Character Portrait: Leo Dahl Character Portrait: Angelina Hunter
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Angie glanced around the room, surveying the coming and goings of guest and ghosts alike. The corner in which she stood smelled profusely of smoke thanks to her unwelcome friend, Charlie. Even now the apparition had ghostly cigarette perched on his lips. She never had very much to say and she supposed that was why Charlie preferred her company to that of the child medium, Conner.

To Charlie, she was his calm in the storm. Sure he enjoyed partying and flirting, even if nobody could see him, but when he got tired of listening to the other ghost's chatters and moans, he always sought out Angie for some peace. He liked to think of himself as her guardian ghost. He protected her from the more malicious spirits, even if she never realized or acknowledged it. He even tried on more than one occasion to stop living men from approaching her. As a matter of fact, he thwarted at least five men from approaching her at this party alone. She was making it rather difficult with the dress that she was wearing. Even Charlie had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

If Angie had any say in what she would wear, it would definitely not be this. In fact, if she ever had any say at all about her life, she wouldn't even be here. She would be in her room, watching the new Game of Thrones episode that she was currently recording.

As Angie scanned the room, she looked to Conner, the boy with the same gift she possessed. A ghost she had seen around often was pestering him, probably for the same reason he had tried to pester her before Charlie told him to "Buzz off, square." Conner was impressionable sometimes, but he was a good kid, no matter how creepy he looked. The ghost, Duncan she thought, seemed to finally reel the boy into helping him. As the child and apparition were having their silent conversations, her aunt Gabrielle was talking to a tall man with blond hair. The man had obvious twitches, at least to her, and it didn't take her very long to deduce that he was a junkie. After the man left to find the nearest bathroom, a girl around her age approached her aunt, introducing herself and being altogether peppy and brown-nosing. Angie turned to Charlie and mimicked vomiting to which Charlie gave a chuckle in reply. She saw her cousin Lydia and waved at her, more out of politeness than an actual call for her attention.

Angie caught her mother's eyes from across the room. Margaret Hunter had always hoped Angie would bloom into a Hunter woman to be proud of. To her dismay, Angie was as different from her family as anyone could be. Margaret gave her a look that said "Socialize-Or-Else" Angie, fearing punishment, went to the nearest guest she could find. Imagine her displeasure to find it was the junkie from before, stoned, having gotten his fix.

"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party." she said to the man, offering a supremely fake smile. At that moment a waiter stopped by, champagne on his platter. Angie grabbed one from the tray and handed it to the man. "Here you go." Under her breath she whispered to him, "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." She gave another fake smile and went on to the next guest, Charlie following close behind her.

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#, as written by Isador
"Hello sir, my name is Angelina Hunter. We Hunter's are so pleased that you could make it to our party."
Leo turned to face a young girl who had suddenly approached him.
"Shit, already? It's way too early for interaction." Leo thought to himself, answering the girl's smile with one of his own. Being doped up with so many people around was bad enough, but attempting to talk to anyone was a struggle of its own. All Leo wanted to do was to just find some empty room or airy patio that he could sit down, and zone out in. Letting the white waves of the drug sweep over him over and over again until he could act somewhat composed.
Leo was suddenly brought out of his fantasy when a glass of champaign was handed to him.
"Here you go." The girl said to him. Leo took the glass in his fingers loosely. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he never minded doing so when the occasion arose.
The girl leaned in closer to him. "You might want to wipe your nose, you have residue." she whispered quietly to him, and walked off, on her way to socialize with someone else (thank god.)
Leo brought his fingers in, wiping the inside of his nostrils quickly, and sniffing heavily. Staring at his finger he did indeed see a small trail of white Herion left over from his earlier splurge.
"She has good eyes, but maybe others at this party do as well. I'll have to be even more careful than normal." He thought.

Leo was always very good with hiding his less than desirable habit from others. But as his use had started growing more and more frequent, it started to get harder and harder to act, well, like a normal person around others. Odd twitches, sudden cravings, and more intense highs had started to frequent him. Most likely because of his increase of use. This was inevitable, as he had started to use more of the drug after his normal doses hadn't been enough, but Leo didn't like to think of it that way. After all, no one would take a businessman seriously after learning he did indeed participate in the less desirable walk of life after all.

"Care to dance?"
The sudden question startled Leo to the point almost dropping his glass. A young girl in a red gown was staring at him expectedly.
"Well I.." He stuttered, desperately attempting to lose the doped up tone and gain his normal professional prowess. But before he could finish the sentence, the girl had already grabbed him and started dragging him towards the dance floor. Leo hastily was able to set his glass down on a waiters tray before spilling it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Leo yelled inside his head, he could handle talking and walking, but dancing? Even in a normal state he wasn't a very good dancer, and now some uppity blonde-haired bitch had a vice grip on his arm.
But, as much as he could think, he needed to keep a positive demeanor.
Smiling, Leo danced slowly with the girl, attempting to find a way out of the situation.

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Lydia was dancing. Yes, Lydia - the person who claimed that she hasn't wanted to be here - was dancing. She had not planned it nor was she not enjoying herself. Contraire to popular belief, Lydia loved to dance. Perhaps it was a love of the spontaneous dance or maybe even being less formal, but she loved it nonetheless. And it was a sight to her enjoying herself! Long blonde curls whirled around her as her partner - a soon-to-be business partner of her father's - twirled her. A genuine smile appeared on her face, the barest hint of dimples forming in her high cheeks. She laughed charmingly, no doubt dispelling the rumor that she was unfeeling.

"Alright, Mr. Hastings," she said breathlessly. "I think that's enough dancing for this girl. But I promise - I'll save you the last dance. Pinky promise." The older man kissed her knuckles gently before laughing heartily. It was sad, in a way, that she had only danced with him to save face for her father - to be warm and friendly to appease a man that could actually take a lot of her father's money. She had actually enjoyed herself. Lydia sighed and grabbed a glass of water from a nearby tray. She took a sip, icy blue eyes scanning the crowd for more family and any other familiar faces. Her gaze fell upon her aunt and her son, Conner. In all honesty, the boy shouldn't have had to come. This wasn't a scene for her little cousin; he wasn't good with groups of people. Her eyes then caught sight of her cousin Angie, who waved. Lydia wiggled her fingers in response. Sighing again, she approached a servant carrying a tray of spinach parmeasean crostini. Lydia smiled cordially before getting one on a napkin.

Now, for the rest of the night to go by.