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[color=a4d1cf][b]| Name |[/b][/color]
[indent]Mona [/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Date of Birth |[/b][/color]
[indent]Forgotten[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Gender |[/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Sexuality |[/b][/color]
[indent]Homosexual[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Occupation |[/b][/color]
[indent]Forgotten[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| In-Depth Appearance |[/b][/color]
[indent][i]"Huh, what? I do not look like the Mona Lisa!"[/i]

Faceless at first glance, bland at the next. Mona is not particularly eye catching, to say the least. In her after-life she has assumed the often forgettable body of a ghost, appearing almost translucent and formless in certain lights. Even when her ghost-ness isn't notable, she is rather stark, baring the usual pale skin and dark hair of most Londoners. Full lips and white cheeks are often pulled back into a spacey grin, even if she has no reason to smile, and those close enough to view her face would be able to count the gathering of light freckles that bridge over her nose. 

If there were anything to notice about Mona, it would probably be her eyes. From afar they aren't much, just a dull hazel, but when hit by the light they burst into a mixture of blue and brown. Expressions and her true feelings play easily through her eyes, though she has yet to realize this fact about herself. Everything else above her face, from her gentle jaw to her wide forehead, is framed by a dark bob and hidden way behind bangs. Due to her ghost nature, every part of her body, excluding her eyes, is monochromatic. 

Mona is of average height, standing a mere five feet and four inches off the ground when standing, though she often floats a few extra inches to give the illusion of height. Of course, she is weightless, and even if she did have some depth it wouldn't be much due to her frail, thin figure. Her fashion sense is wildly uneventful, jeans, work boots, and graphic tees make up most of her after-life and she really wouldn't have it any other way. [/indent]

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[color=a4d1cf][b]| Personality |[/b][/color]
[center][u]♦ Spacey ♦ Forgettable ♦ Dishonest ♦ Heart of Gold ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]To describe Mona in words would be like giving a verbal personality to the wind itself. They both blow in and out of places with a single gust, sometimes silent, sometimes howling, always chilling. Those who are able to catch the breeze, perhaps by seeing the kicking up of leaves or the rustling of the branches above, are not often humbled or impressed by it. This very feeling goes towards Mona as well. She is unnervingly stark at first glance, so easily forgettable that most probably don't even mindlessly dream of her face like they would with other strangers. And her quiet, spacey attitude definitely doesn't help her blandness. She seems to find much more enjoyment in daydreaming than the ever sought human interaction most crave. Her mind, after all, is much more colorful than the dreary streets of London will ever be.

Just because she is flighty doesn't mean Mona is emotionless. On most occasions where she is surrounded by good vibes and good friends she can be particularly smiley, often laughing at nothing at all just to enjoy the feeling of laughter. Happiness is her favorite emotion, and even when she is feeling glum Mona would never allow another soul to know. Her sadness is her own, her rage is her own. The wind would never let others in on its sorrow, and Mona is the same way. The wind is solitary and lonesome, and so is Mona. But she doesn't mind it, there are times when she in fact adores to be alone. When she daydreams or sleeps, when she is cleaning or singing too loudly to her music, those are her loneliest times as well as her happiest. 

Rage is an emotion Mona doesn't feel often, but, like a brewing storm, everything that annoys her in life is often stored away to be expelled later in a variety of slurs and floating objects. Her sorrow forms in similar ways, with huffed sighs and gales that come from nowhere. Mona, again, dislikes showing off negative emotions, and because of this she has developed an unhealthy habit of going completely mute when feeling bottled up. She will take out her emotions when alone, either by screaming in an empty room or crying into a pillow she can barely grab. Mona is a storm of a dead-person, even if she hates to think of herself that way. [/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Likes & Dislikes |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Tarot cards, palm reading, dream reading... Basically anything occult.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Daydreaming (of a better world or day, usually)
[color=008800]✔[/color]Graffiti, both viewing and creating.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Spacing out, lazing around, sleeping.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Daytime television (especially soap operas)
[color=008800]✔[/color]Listening to others talk
[color=008800]✔[/color][s]Acting[/s] Lying
[color=008800]✔[/color]Birds and bird watching.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Cats AND dogs ("they're bloody frightening!")
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Darkness, especially in enclosed rooms.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Horror movies, romance movies, movies in general really.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Mediums. They're noisy. 
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Police and other forms of authority.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Elderly people.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Food and watching/hearing people eat said food
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Cloudy days.[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| History |[/b][/color]
[indent][i][color=9a9a9a]dark dark dark dark dark why is it so dark

please help me

im scared

it hurts

dark dark dark[/color] 

[color=9e0b0f]bang[/color][/i]

Mona woke up one day on the floor of an abandoned house with a simple case of amnesia. She was nameless, aching, and alone, just like the house she was left behind in. Days turned to weeks, and she prowled through that empty house with no rhyme or reason, moaning and groaning over her aching head. She moaned so loud that, apparently, it attracted the attention of another person. Well, another [i]ghost[/i], a ghost who introduced themselves as 'Luce'. Luce, after failing to get a name out of her, gave her the nick name Mona and then went on to explain her situation.

Needless to say, the new discovery of her now dead state stunned and angered Mona. She eventually left the house behind and found herself wandering the streets of London, rediscovering familiar but still fuzzy street names and faces, old fears, and so much more. Time was at a stand still for her, until she happened upon Edgetoun. Friendly spirits and supernaturals alike attracted her to stay, and she has been living in a small loft with two mediums ever since. [/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Family |[/b][/color]
[indent]Forgotten[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Strengths |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Generous
[*]Unassuming 
[*]Dreamer
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[color=a4d1cf][b]| Weaknesses |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Dishonest
[*]Stark
[*]Easily frightened
[*]Lazy
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[color=a4d1cf][b]| Theme Song |[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlAiq0_BXac]Ghosting – Mother Mother[/url]
[sub]”I [color=a4d1cf]won't[/color] put white into your hair
I won't make [color=a4d1cf]noises[/color] in your stairs
I will be kind and I will be [color=a4d1cf]sweet[/color]
If you stop [color=a4d1cf]staring[/color] straight through me”[/sub][/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| House Number |[/b][/color]
[indent]25B Faraday Heights[/indent]

[color=a4d1cf][b]| Extra Information |[/b][/color]
[indent]Doesn't really understand much of anything. Mona is basically relearning life during the course of this rp.[/indent]
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[color=a392b2][b]| Name |[/b][/color]
[indent]Faron "Fay" Beryl Romane[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Date of Birth |[/b][/color]
[indent]October 31st, 1997[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Gender |[/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Sexuality |[/b][/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Occupation |[/b][/color]
[indent]Cashier at his mother's shop Blue Lily, Lily Blue. Faron also does a variety of odd jobs just for the experience.[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| In-Depth Appearance |[/b][/color]
[indent]He's the Witch's son, the Witch's son, the Witch's son!

At least, that's what everyone call hims. Faron often rolled his eyes at the name because, a) it was true, and he couldn't change it, b) there were more witches in the world than just his mother, and c) he couldn't see [i]how[/i] he could be insulted by such a thing. Faron's witch of a mother blessed him not only with innate spiritual abilities but stunning features and a dazzling attitude towards life. His father though, a faceless man to him, left behind for Faron a strong jaw and broad shoulders. This combination of genes presents itself through Faron in alien ways.

Hair once kept mousy and short has since blossomed into an ever crazed mane around Faron's face. He normally keeps his hair tied behind his head, and though he complains about it getting in his eyes or mouth during his work hours he wouldn't dare cut it. It manages to frame his strong-jawed face just in a way that makes him attractive.... At least, that's what his mother says. Days spent sleeping in the sun has gifted even a London-born witch like himself an averagely healthy skin tone and quite a few freckles that are only seen in certain lights. Faron's face is held expertly together with nerves and skin and bone, painted in such a way that he could appear quite girly to certain eyes. Strong cheek bones and full lips are the main basis for this illusion. Luckily for him, though growing facial hair is no issue, and this alone is enough to give him the look of a grizzled, normally high hiker.

Faron is [i]tall[/i], standing high above most at a healthy 6'4". He keeps his weight under wraps, though most assume he is well over 150lbs. Due to his interest in adventuring through green groves and hidden alleyways, Faron is often caught with bruises and cuts on his arms and legs, and scabs coat his knees like some kind of sick ornaments. Clothing wise, Faron prefers comfortable t-shirts and skinny jeans. Muted rainbows and stripes are his favorite designs. [/indent]

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[color=a392b2][b]| Personality |[/b][/color]
[center][u]♦ Spiritual ♦ Air-headed ♦ Obsessive ♦ Genuine ♦[/u][/center]
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[I]"Oh, that Faron! What a bloody idiot!"

"Wouldn't a fuckin' Witch's son be smarter?"[/i]

Faron has been called an idiot through most school life, and for good reason. He trips over his own two feet, asks the most obvious of questions, and gawks in confusion when other people realize his stupidity and make fun of him for it. He has since grown out of his initial obliviousness (kinda) once he realized he had inherited some of his mother's magic. A wish to hone his skills has led him to studying, long and harder for hours a day, and this new practice gave him some cleverness and some skills to use against others. Sadly, he is still a bit of an airhead, and still the clumsiest being in the world. 

Around friends and family Faron is quite kind, acting as a sort of mother figure. He worries for the sake of others and always seems to have whatever they need in his wallet, band aids and painkillers included. Being the son of Opal Romane gave him this carefulness, perhaps, because she is as motherly as they come. Faron himself learns things through experience, and growing up with such an overbearing parent rubbed off on him quite cleanly, giving him the skills of a house wife and the worries of a flighty mother hen. If anyone is in need, Fay will be there, bringing a smile and advice and anything they could use in their life because that is how much he values others. Life is life, no matter how weak or powerful it is.

When it comes to his studies, Faron is extremely studious and closed-minded. He could spends day alone in his room, enthralled in the studies of some long dead witch, obsessed with gaining the skills they possessed. The pressure of the witch community and his mother has led him to study the arcane arts to a dangerous degree. He has attempted spells using his own blood and flesh, which ultimately ended up with a few house fires and ever lasting scars. This obsession has been deemed unhealthy by both his mother and the various doctors he was assigned to visit, and this simple fact can make him a bit irritable. His usual chill persona can shift if someone gets in the way of his studies, and he has been said to actually get mad at those who dare interrupt him. And a mad Faron is a rare and frightening sight to see.

Other than all that, Faron is a cheery individual. He is kind to strangers and friends alike and is more than willing to help those in need. He can be a bit overbearing, but that is just his nature. Fay is hopeless air headed and clumsy, and normally high if out and about for no particular reason, but that's fine because it's who he is, and nothing can change that. [/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Likes & Dislikes |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=008800]✔[/color]Candles, scented or not. Likes to watch the flames flicker.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Gems, stones, rocks, anything that can hold energy really.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Animals, especially cats and corvids.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Bathing (with homemade bath bombs!)
[color=008800]✔[/color]Smoking, mostly marijuana, sometimes just regular cigarettes. 
[color=008800]✔[/color]Spiritual anything, music, clothes, books, ect.
[color=008800]✔[/color]Studying magic, mostly clairvoyance because of his mother. 
[color=008800]✔[/color]Crowds, friendly people in general.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Technology, he can't understand it.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Planes, trains and automobiles! He's terrified of all loud, big, mechanical objects.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]People who insult his loved ones.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Skeptics 
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Sudden, loud noises.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Overly excited people, they tire him out.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]Thinking of his future.
[color=FF0000]✘[/color]His own magic, his own dreams.[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| History |[/b][/color]
[indent]Faron was brought into this world without a father and with a sense of hope, because he was Opal Romane's son. Opal, being the right-hand lady to the head of The Brithonic Coven, gifted Faron first with the idea of being some kind of popular figure head in the future, and the the thought of having powers similar to her's. Clairvoyance, to see the future. Faron became obsessed with the idea of being like his mother, beautiful and powerful, but as he grew older he realized he had another kind of magic within in. 

Spirits whispered in his ears, distant voices of the dead, and knowledge unfurled in his mind as he grew into his teen years. He wasn't a clairvoyant like his mother, but a medium. A portal for the spirits around them all. And not only were his powers unwanted but they were also difficult to control. He lost sleep listening to those distant voices, and accidentally summoned a few poltergeist typhoons to classrooms where he was feeling a bit trapped.

After graduating high school, Fay spent most of his time studying the magic he could not obtain and working in his mother's shop. With his unruly powers, the other witches began to see him as nothing more than a freeloader kid. The future became a taboo subject in the Romane household. Faron spoke less and less to his mother, mind focused instead on staying calm even as the weight of everything threatened to strangle him, and then one night he said out right.

[i]"I can't stay here. I'll suffocate. I'm moving out."[/i]

London treated him well. Being an Irish born kid, he hadn't spent too much time wandering the streets after their move a few years prior, but after he moved out it became his life goal to memorize every alleyway and street corner and shop. To be completely honest, the first week after he moved out Fay was basically homeless. He slept at friends' houses until he found a place in Edgetoun with a very pretty cop as a roommate. For now, it would do. This new life would be enough to clear his mind. [/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Family |[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://45.media.tumblr.com/7ba6c4809b8c82e2ca333a2d7a3bacd0/tumblr_nvrmhfknZB1rpt61io1_500.gif]Opal Romane[/url], Mother (47): A woman blessed with a brilliant mind and the powers to match. She is the single mother to Faron and the proud owner of Blue Lily, Lily Blue, a popular tourist pit stop and witchy ingredients shop located just off of Piccadilly Circus. Opal herself is a master of Divination and offers tarot readings and psychic advice for a price to mortals and supernatural beings alike. Faron loves her more than life itself, though there are times she can be a bit overbearing as most mothers are.[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Strengths |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Gentle 
[*]Honest
[*]Maternal
[/list]
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[color=a392b2][b]| Weaknesses |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Impatient
[*]Clumsy
[*]Weak constitution
[*]Stubborn
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[color=a392b2][b]| Theme Song |[/b][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ujea-4CPcDs]Home – AlicebanD[/url]
[sub]”Coal flicker [color=a392b2]candles[/color] swelling
Thoughs come of [color=a392b2]fire[/color] burning
Everything you made will end up [color=a392b2]broken[/color]”[/sub][/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| House Number |[/b][/color]
[indent]5631 Spruce Ave[/indent]

[color=a392b2][b]| Extra Information |[/b][/color]
[indent]Carries around charged herbs and stones for good luck. He often passes them out to others if he senses they have bad juju. Fay is also a hardcore vegan, though he doesn't let others know too often.[/indent]
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