Till Death Do Us Part..

You died. Did you know that? You died. But you're still stuck here aren't you. You and your cold, miserable, lonely existance. Left to do nothing but wander this hell hole. I know you're here. And so do they. The Soul Searchers. They're looking for you. I'd hide if I were you. Run, hide, disapear. Whatever you want to call it. You don't want them to find you...


Your charrie can be 1 of three things: Dead, a normal being, or a mediator. Either way, you have to run. Because whether you like it or not, you will come in contact with the Soul Searchers, and if they know you're being haunted, talking to ghosts, or have been wandering this Earth. You'd better beg for mercy. Soul Searchers believe that once you die, your soul should be put out. Extinguished. Made to suffer horrible things for the rest of eternity. Or at least until your light burns out.
You may also decide to be a Soul Searcher if you wish. Little bit of info on the Soul Searchers: These are creatures that once use to be human. But they were denied love (not just s.e.x. guys) and killed their lovers. They then sold their souls to the Devil and are now deformed, don't look right in some way or another, and they search to destroy any and all hopes of anyone ever finding peace or happyness.

Run, run as fast as you can because they can catch you, the Soul Searchers can.


Human/mediator:
Name:
Age:
Apperance:
Occupation: (optional)
Personality: (optional)
Bio: (optional)

Ghost:
Name:
Age:
Apperance:
Personality: (optional)
how you died:
where you reside/are haunting:

Soul Searcher:
Name:
Age:
Apperance:
Personality: (optional)
Bio: (optional)

Mediator
Name: Artemis
Age: 17
Apperance:
https://2img.net/h/i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a441/sunspirt/beautifulgiryesbeautyeyesgirl-32bcb7c5a7bf1157b4822ad8d0ab30c9_h.jpg
Personality: (optional) to be developed
Bio: (optional) to be developed

Ghost:
Name: Bridget
Age: stuck at 17
apperance: https://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z46/rpluvver/Past%20Female%20Humans/?action=view¤t=GhostGirl.jpg&sort=ascending
how she died: Killed in an alleyway on her way home from a dance recital
Place of residence/where she haunts: Mark and Brendon's house

Mediator:
Name: Mark and Brendon Billington
Age: 18
Apperance: https://media.photobucket.com/image/recent/were-wolf_prince_Nikko/Final%2520Fantasy%2520xlll/shotgun-guy-and-noctis.png (Mark's the blonde)
Occupation: Mark works at the hardware store, Brendon is a mechanic

"Stop it now dang it Mark!"
"Awe come on bro! You know you love it!"
"No I don't now damit!"
"Ooo Brendon, you gettin testy?" Mark teased as he squirted Brendon with a water gun outside their house. Brendon was working on restoring his old Shelby Mustang and was not exactly exstatic about the whole deal. Infact, he was getting ready to throw a wrench at Mark's face.

Artemis walked down the street, trying her hardest to ignore the spirit following close at her heels.
"help me" it demanded.
"no" she scowled.
"help me"
"go away" she snipped, letting her dark hair fall over her face.
The spirit frowned and poofed, leaving artemis to her miserable self

Mark laughed as he went to spray his brother again, but accidentlly hit some girl walking by instead. His laugh was cut off and his jaw dropped open. "Uh..sorry." he muttered sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

Artemis sputted and wiped her face, flicking her wrist to get ride of the droplet of water. "it's.. ah.. okay?" she mumbled

Mark went to say something, but was hit in the head by a greasy glove. It was hard too. "HEY!" He growled and turned, Brendon, who was covered in grease, was smirking. Mark growled and pounced on him, both boys tumbling to the ground in a wrestling match.

Bridget apeared next to Artemis and frowned. "They're terrible aren't they." she stated rather than questioned.

Artemis startled and bit back a gasp, her eyes settling on the spirit for a moment before she came back to her senses and looked away. People didn't take well to her staring at thin air.
She ignored the spirit and went to step around the odd boys and continue home

"Damn you," Mark growled as they rolled, Brendon accidently knocking Artemis over.

Bridget watched and shook her head saddly. "You two are pathetic."
"Shut up." they said in unison.

Artemis fell with a 'umph' and scowled, rubbing her head, too absorbed in her fury to noticed the 'shut up' was directed at the dead person "watch it" she grumbled

"Sorry," Brendon said as he hit his brother and stood, rubbing the back of his head. "Got a little carried away." he smirked.
Mark growled and got up, kicking Brendon in the back of the knee so he fell over, then gave a crooked grin to Artemis. "Didn't hurt your pretty little head to bad did you?"
Bridget rolled her eyes. "Wow...you guys are more pathetic now then you were five seconds ago."
"shut up!" they said again in unison.

Confusion flooded through artemis and her eyes snapped over to the spirit. did they just? nah.
"I didn't say anything" she frowned, pushing herself up and brushing herself off. Boy these two were clutzs. She eyed them wearily, unsure if they'd decide to attack her or something again

"oh we weren't talking..to..you..." Brendon trailed off.
"We-we were talking to each other." Mark quickly covered.
"Pathetic." Bridget grumbled and they both plastered a smile on their face, obviously irritated with Bridget.

"rightttt" Artemis replied, cautiously stepping around them "I'll just be on my way then.."

Mark couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he watched Artemis walk away. Brendon couldn't help but stare as well, but he smacked Mark in the back of the head. This turned into another wrestling match.

Artemis bristled but otherwise ignored the boys as she walked away. God, she hated it when people acted that way towards her. She let her hair fall and cover her face, hiding her from the world and the stares of others

Mark pushed his brother away and jumped up and ran after her. "So, uh what's your name?" he asked with a smile as he fell in step with her.

She eyed the boy as he fell in besides her. "Artemis" she sighed

"That's a nice name, not one you hear every day." He said with a smile, Brendon falling in on the other side of her, glaring at Mark. Brendon wasn't exactly...interested. He just liked to look. He was to busy with his cars. If he had a girl, then he wouldn't get to work on his cars as much, and he wasn't about to give that up.

Artemis shrugged "yes, well, my parents wanted me to be unique" she scowled. and unique she was...
she raised an eyebrow at the two, "can I help you?"

Mark glanced at Brendon and they both shrugged. "Just thought we'd walk with ya. You doin anything later? There's a garage band concert in the park."

Artemis's lips twitched, "I'm not a fan of crowds"

Mark shrugged, "well then come see our band." he said with a crooked grin. Brendon had pulled a magizine from his back pocket and was oogling it like it was a play boy when in fact...it was just car parts.

Artemis managed a small smile, piting the boy enough to play into it "what's it called?"