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The Frighteners
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The Frighteners
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Twenty-Seven Years Ago

In the year 1980, in the small sized city of Freeport, Maine, a bouncy baby girl was born to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Walton. The couple had moved to the ocean view city a few years previous after a need of scenery change from mid state Maine. The daughter, named Marie Elizabeth Walton was the second child of to the Walton’s, their first being a four year-old boy named after his father. Thomas Walton Sr. was an all around handyman, fixing leaks, broken fuse boxes to even assisting in the building of houses. Mrs. Susan Walton had once been a children’s book illustrator, but had changed her carrier to stay-at-home-mommy to bring the family closer and to raise her children.

It was apparent by the third month of little Marie Elizabeth’s life that she wasn’t as ordinary as people assumed. Like all little children, her eyes didn’t focus on people for her first month, and oddly, she still seemed as if she couldn’t focus by her fourth, when she should be able to follow faces the month before. She wasn’t interested in patterns, as supposed to, and while she could follow her mother and fathers faces, she seemed to be unable to stop following invisible things, and this concerned her parents. After a trip to the doctor, it was said she had no problems, though the following of nothing continued. She didn’t cry often, and did all the normal baby things, responding to rattles, followed objects in an arc, and amused herself by making noises. But she also was amused by nothing and often woke her parents with her midnight laughter.

This behavior continued through Marie’s early childhood, and the doctors dismissed her talking to the air and laughing for no reason to having an imaginary friend or five. Mr. and Mrs. Walton knew better. It wasn’t imaginary friends, it never had been, but they didn’t know what it was.

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Rules
[1] Literacy is key, meaning a minimum of four sentances each post with detail.
[2] There will be no goddmodding, powerplaying, or arguing with me.
[3] Keep your posts in third person, thoughts in Italics and talking bolded.
[4] Keep characters consistant with their profiles, if you cannot play what you put in the profile, remake it or quit.
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[7]GaiaOnline rating is PG-13. Please do your best to maintain this rating, and while this rp deals with more mature topics, try to respect other people's comfortablility by not being too gruesome at all times.
[8] I reserve the right to deny and remove anyone at any time, no exceptions.

The most important rule! [9] This is going to be a story of mine, DO NOT use in any way shape or form. Do not expect your character to be used in the story and do not give me suggestions unless you want your pancreas eaten.

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Characters
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The Living
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Username SkyeBaby
Name Marie Elizabeth Walton
Age Twenty-Seven
Gender Female
Appearance Marie stands at five foot six, and is nearly all lean muscle. Her hair is a soft brown with natural highlights, and her eyes are a bright blue that make her heart shape face look slighlty childish. Her skin is covered in a light tan that comes from being outside while wearing sunblock. She dresses in warm colors and often wears knee length skirts. The most glitz the woman will wear is a thin chain that holds a small silver cobra at the end of the length- not very noticable and long enough to hid under clothes if nessesary.
Occupation Enterpenuer; Owner of The Seeing Design
Bio See posts one and two for bio.

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The Deceased
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UsernameSkyeBaby
NameFredrik Carlson
Year of Birth He has forgotten
Age Early teens at the oldest, though he is also unsure of his exact age.
Year of Death He has forgotten
Gender Male
Method of Death He has forgotten, though is the theorized that his death was a fairly violent one, seeing as he can remember nearly nothing of his life and absolultey nothing of his exact day of death.
Appearance In life, Freddie would have been rumored to be a very handsome man once he hit adulthood, with a shock of near shoulder length black hair and intense green eyes that made his entire face glow, not to mention his lean heigth he would eventually grow into, Freddie the living was indeed quite handsome. In death, though his beautiful colors were muted and turned translucent, his face slightly sunken and drained, as there was no longer blood within his form. He was unsure of what time period her belonged to, so he changes clothes with the times, as if trying to fit in, as if someone could see him.
Bio Fredrik Carlson has no known history, he has never thought to research himself by any means and thus knows nothing about his birth, life and death, though it is most likley the first and last subjects would be recorded somewhere. He has never looked for a grave, having had his spectral state removed from his body prior to burial. Freddie Carlson is an unknown, and perhaps would like to keep it that way.

It was some time past midnight on a friday and the moon was high in the sky, it's half face gleaming down through the clean sky. Marie Walton lay on her large a fluffy red bedspreaded matress, turned on her side and eyes closed. It had been a difficult day, one particular customer wanting sixteen million things for thier dining room and not nearly enough time space or money for the job. Marie was exausted and couldn't wait to get to sleep. The second her aubern head touched the pillow she was out, somehow able to ignore the three nearly invisible people who vied for her attention the moment she slumped through the front door.

Only one was left now, a little boy who Marie had met in her early teens. He went by Freddie, seeing as in his youthful death he had forgotten not only his method of death but also nearly everything about his life before hand. He had chosen after meeting Marie to be one of her friends and spies, someone who went back and forth among ghost hide outs and returning to Marie to let her keep in the loop. She had been tired, so he waited for her to wake before telling her the latest.