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Evelyn Grey
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Potential Females

Evelyn Grey

Basics:

• Age: Early twenties
• Gender: Female
• Role: Restless Spirit
• Orientation: Undefined

Looks:

• Height: 5'6" (167 cm)
• Build: Slender, ethereal
• Skin: Translucent, pale
• Hair: Silvery-white, flowing like mist
• Eyes: Hollow, iridescent blue
• Voice: Echoing whispers, hauntingly melodic

Persona:

• Temperament: Melancholic and introspective
• Alignment: Neutral
• Traits: Mysterious, empathetic, detached

Likes:

• Moonlit nights
• Abandoned places
• Old books with yellowed pages
• The scent of rain on earth

Dislikes:

• Sunlight (it burns)
• Crowds (too much energy)
• Loud noises (they disrupt her fragile existence)
• Being forgotten

Skills:

• Phantom Touch: Can manipulate objects with a gentle touch, but only briefly.
• Ethereal Movement: Can pass through walls and solid objects.
• Memory Weaving: Can relive moments from her past life by touching objects associated with them.

Background:
Evelyn Grey was a budding artist in her mortal life. She painted with passion, capturing the play of light on dew-kissed petals and the melancholy of forgotten alleyways. But her life was cut short—an accident on a rainy night, a car skidding off the road. Evelyn's last breath left her body, but her spirit lingered.

Now, she haunts the old Victorian house where she once lived. Her paintings, once vibrant, now hang in dusty frames. The garden she tended is overgrown, its roses choked by weeds. Evelyn watches the living pass by, yearning for connection. She whispers forgotten poems to the wind, hoping someone will hear.

Her unfinished masterpiece—a portrait of a mysterious stranger—hangs in the attic. Who was he? Why did he visit her dreams? Evelyn's translucent fingers trace the canvas, seeking answers. Perhaps in unraveling her own mystery, she'll find peace and move on to whatever lies beyond the veil.

Potential Males

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