[b]Name[/b]
Heather Farnwich 

[b]Nickname(s)[/b]
Wandering Specter 

[b]Age[/b]
226

[b]Species[/b]
Poltergeist

[b]Gender[/b]
Female

[b]Appearance[/b]
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[b]Occupation[/b]
Agency Recruit

[b]Behavior[/b]
Around the innocent she is rather docile, kind even. The latter trait is especially present around children. She has nothing against people that have not committed violent crimes. But to those that have she holds nothing back, going so far as to consume their soul as payment. 

[b]Brief Bio[/b]
Heather is a ghost, long dead before modern times. The details of her days in the living lost along with her body. At least to her, she knows she was savagely murdered. The true details paint a much more horrifying picture. 

An innocent girl with no real worries. In those days it was a blessing to be the daughter of a wealthy businessman. It meant avoiding the filthy rabble and being pampered with gifts and gaudy things. Parties were probably some of the more exciting events to attend. It was always the same families that would have them so it made attending easy. She must have gone down the same route dozens of times without so much as bother. But this time was different. Something caught her attention off the wayside. Being as she was early there wouldn't be any harm in investigating. It was the last decision she ever made.

Little was found of her. Devoured by some manor of terrible beast there was only blood and the remnants of her party dress. Taken too early her soul clung to that spot. The buildings grew older and the area run down. As with many places it had become a slum. There was an incident, someone else was killed nearby. Awoken from what could only be described as a slumber the spirit sought out the assailant. He was later found dead without a scratch on him, an expression of terror the only indication that something found him.

[b]Abilities[/b]
Heather is first and foremost a ghost. Her default state is that of an intangible girl that floats just inches above the ground. She can make herself invisible for a time. While she normally cannot touch living people she can move around objects without much effort. All of that id to be expected though. 

Perhaps the most impressive feat comes about from consuming souls. Over the years she has managed to take in enough to temporarily give herself a corporeal form. She is still dead, as indicated by her cold touch, but she can masquerade as a normal person without someone walking right through her.

[b]Other[/b]
Permission from Saarebas to use Damien's story as my base.