[color=lightskyblue][CENTER][h1][b]W I L L O W[/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
[hr][h2]BASIC INFO[/h2][hr]
[indent][b]Name:[/b] Willow Simone Dendry

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Year:[/b] Senior

[b]Gender:[/b] Female[/indent]
[h2]APPEARANCE:[/h2][hr]

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[b]Height:[/b] 5’7

[b]Weight:[/b] 81 lbs

[b]Skin Color:[/b] White. [i]Literal[/i] white.

[b]Physical Description:[/b] A pale ghost of a girl, if only in terms of coloration. Average height, thin build. Skin and hair, all colorless. Big eyes, white like her skin, save the pupils and pitch black sclera. Button nose, thin lips, wavy hair going down to her neck.

[b]Clothing:[/b] Dark tops. Equally dark pants. Lots of grays and navy blues. Known affinity for big coats with fur on them. The kind old ladies would wear.

[b]Voice:[/b] Soft. Quiet. When she’s a ghost, it has an echo to it.
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[h2]PERSONALITY:[/h2][hr]
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[b]Character Traits:[/b] Silent and observant. Strange in the eyes of the strange. Always has a smile on her face. Aware of but disrespectful towards danger. Perfectly content with being alone, but doesn’t scorn companionship. Curious at times, loves to explore, but seldom the one who speaks to someone else first. Talks sparingly, but with kind words - if at times, odd choices of vocabulary. Flowery language comes out when she likes someone.

Not all pleasant. Thinks she can’t be touched. Ghosts everything. Doesn’t take things seriously.

[b]Bonds:[/b] Live. See what comes next. Witness something new and bewildering, if fate be generous.

[b]Activities:[/b] Writing. Drawing. She has a little journal full of short poems and sketches. Loves to craft with the antiques at home. Goes shopping for new coats sometimes. Explores the world around her.

[b]Skills:[/b] Artsy things. The written word. Drawings. Good at cleaning and sorting the antiques.
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[h2]BACKSTORY[/h2][hr]
[indent][b]Backstory:[/b] A man and a woman - Lloyd and Esther Dendry - had a child eighteen years ago, after the great light shone over Leesburgh. Abnormalities in the pregnancy. Couldn’t have guessed the baby girl would float freely out of the womb, see-through. Solidified, dropped - the doctor caught her.

Father always loved the strange. Mother didn’t care for it. Quickly began to hate it with the new wave of strange births around town. Couldn’t show any love to her daughter. Got mad at her. Threatened to hurt her, and other children too. Lashed out at her husband.

She was taken away. Spent some time locked up. Bit her tongue off and bled to death.

Willow was only two.

Life went on. Willow got older. Learned to shift back and forth freely. Helped her father around the Rustic Palace. Developed a love of antiques and creativity. Moved into the shop when the house got sold. Went to school. Feared the bullies, kids and grown adults, throwing stones at her. Learned to ghost the stones and stopped being afraid. Let all the dangers of the world pass right through her. Let nasty words go ignored.

Stopped thinking about her mother.

Started to smile again.[/indent]
[h2]POWERS:[/h2][hr]
[indent][b]Description:[/b] Incorporeality. The power to become intangible, weightless, translucent. Can fly freely through the air. Pass through solid matter. Takes her possessions with her into the ether. Gives people shivers when she passes through them, like a cold specter.

When physical, she’s floaty. Jumps higher than others. Falls slower. Gravity is kinder to her.

[b]Limitations:[/b] Ghosting takes energy. Can’t stay intangible forever. One hour, no breaks, before passing out. Can’t be asleep and intangible at the same time. Can’t shift back to tangible if she’s still caught in something, even by a toe.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Heat. Fire. High temperatures. Disrupts the shifting process. Forces her back to corporeality.[/indent]

[b]Other Information:[/b] Nothing for now.