Izabet "Izzy" De Macking | Ghost

Izabet "Izzy" De Macking,

Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

Izzy has always been a girl most would describe as somewhat strange, and with even stranger hobbies. While rather polite and upstanding in life, after death the girl has become nothing short of mischievous. Her hobbies have been replaced with a little game of toying with the living in whatever means suit her fancy at the moment, and in varying intensity. Maybe she would simply like a chat, or maybe a little game if she likes you. If not? Well, you may find yourself stalked and haunted by a ghost with only the intent of driving your poor soul into insanity or even straight out of the body.

And why go to such lengths? Well, strange as she was Izzy was a lonely girl in life, and that much has not changed in death. No, in fact, the afterlife can be far more lonely, and this girl desires company just as much as she always has. Naturally, she will do everything she can to be noticed by someone. It matters little of the reaction is positive or negative, simply that there is a reaction. Any reaction can be fun after all. The only one that is not, is no reaction. Though, even that can be enjoyable at times. It can be oh so much fun to break a stoic demeanor.

Even before her death, “pale as a ghost” would have been one of the first phrases to come to mind for many a person when meeting the young Izabet De Macking. Naturally the girls visage as a wandering soul is no less ghastly with a shade of skin even more starkly white than in life. Once distinctly white eyes have been replaced with darkened black pits hearkening back to some distinct trauma in life. A short cut head of black hair retains a well kept shine and luster, avoiding dirt and grime is easy as a soul after all.

Hollowed and void as they may be, Izzy's eyes remain expressive as ever. Being freed from the mortal coil has done little to dampen this ghost's spirit after all. With the intention of enjoying her afterlife she is almost eyes seen sporting a playful or mischievous smile. That is, if one gains the luxury of actually seeing the girl.

Izzy has a fairly small stature of around 5'3, given an extra inch or so of height as she floats above the ground. Her form and posture could easily be described as odd, not being bound by gravity. She fancies playfully flitting about and her legs are rarely simply straight, often taking on a position resembling sitting as she addresses a person whether she can be seen or not.

The ghost's appearance generally remains static in most instances, though she is fond of projecting different sorts of clothing based on her mood. More noteworthy however is the tendency for injuries or wounds from the cause of her death to show through as emotions become heated. She can control this regularly for shock value effect, but being unseen she often gets little use of the ghostly quirk.


Coming from a wealthy background Izzy is no stranger to well crafted, intricate clothing. Her preferred styles of clothing in life were often flamboyant or quirky articles, a trend carrying over into her afterlife. She has, however, developed a fondness for adding bits of more macabre flair to suit her ghostly status, in the rare moments she would be able to display the ghastly fashions.

Parents
Mother: Eliza De Macking (Alive, Felci): The mother De Macking is currently, and has long been involved in the Runic Colleges Magi experimentation projects.
Father: Andrei Gennadi (Alive, Felci): The father was heavily involved in the magi relocation camps prior to the breakouts and genocide, using a position of power easily and quietly gather 'subjects' for the runic college. His current duties are much the same, though the methods have changed.

Siblings
Brother: “Dear Brother” (Unknown, Unknown): Where or where could my dear brother have gone?

Extended Family
Best Friend: Milla (Alive, Felci Mental Hospital): Driven into madness, Milla currently resides in a mental institution within Felci. Mostly stable these days but still requiring monitoring. Izzy still visits her, from time to time.



Good evening! My name, is Izabet De Macking. Or that was my name, I do suppose. Now it has little meaning. Now, I simply call myself Izzy. Ties by blood are hard to keep sight of when you no longer have blood, did you know? Oh how did I lose my blood you ask? What? You never asked?! How indecently rude! I so seldom get to speak to someone, wont you simply humor a poor girl? Good then. I suppose, I will start from the beginning!

My father was one Andrei Gennadi, and my mother went by the name of Eliza De Macking. Each well to do professors of the Runic college, skilled and dedicated to their crafts! Or so we heard, me and my dear brother that is. Dear, is used loosely, so the record shows. The cur never much cared for me. Alas, a tale for another time.

Born to such parents we were surely gifted with the silver spoon I realize, money was no object and we would receive fine education from connections tied to the Runic College. After all it was surely worth investing in the spawn of such brilliant minds. Ah, Ah it was such the burden! Endless hours of study and the scornful derision from peers of lesser means. It was... a lonely pedestal for me. I never asked to be born to this life, yet I was shunned for it. And most of those that did not simply hoped to earn favor. I had but a single friend from my school, a wonderfully kind girl I spent much time with. Meager status though she may have been, she worked very hard, and so I endeavored to help how I may have. Wonderful as my beloved Milla may have been, my loneliness was amplified far greater by the pressure upon my shoulders.

Oh dear, what are you WHINING about now? How rude to interrupt! Playing the victim...? Sadly, I must sigh and concede to the realization that certain... peculiarities in my demeanor did me no favors. I was hardly interested in most hobbies of my peers. Many seemed simply tedious, shallow. Perhaps a factor of my upbringing, I was hardly sheltered from grizzled truths after all. Mama and Papa had no interest in lying about the world, they said. Me, I preferred something different when I had earned a break from my studies. Milla was the only one not turned away by such interests, sadly. Taxidermy became my first love, introduced to me by father. I had hobbies before surely, but I was enraptured by the beauty of those displays. To make something splendid from what was lost, father said. Those words stuck with me, and I wanted to learn myself.

A tangent indeed, but you understand just a bit more now, yes? Many thought such a thing disgusting, but I quickly game to adore the craft. Any bit of unease from it faded swiftly in the wake of my diligence. Yet, I would still lament the woeful lack of companionship. Mother, however, had something of a solution! I did need to be able to socialize properly after all.

You see, Mama had become very involved with the Magi Relocation Facilities. As things went on we often traveled, which further caused difficulties in forging connections. During these days I would become terribly depressed, pining for the company of my Milla. BUT, those facilities, they had many children that were near my age. A somewhat unorthodox stage for a play date? Surely, but I minded little, somewhat desperately craving the company. For Mama and Papa it fulfilled one purpose in the process of completing another, and I enjoyed meeting many interesting individuals in our travels cross country. For those who would befriend me I would even bring various trinkets as gifts to brighten their stays.

Alas, things would not be all sunshine and rainbows with this scenario however. Oh I can tell by that look, you surely knew that at the simple mention of the relocation centers, did you not? My parents, they naturally had their purpose for taking us to camps all around. Research, study for the college. Terrible, ghastly things I know now. Things I was only privy to learn postmortem, I will have you know.

Times when I was hurt playing with the children, even something so simply as a scuffed knee or a scrape across the cheek, I would catch glimpses of darker shades. Those children, they were punished for their transgressions. When I would request leniency on my little friends, I would only be informed “They are no friends, little more than toys.” I hardly understood, but I had no power to defy.

The sorry things, at the time I hardly had an inkling of what would be done with them. And yet, I was oh so distraught when they refused to see me. I had no way of understanding. Oh the day I came to understand... the agony I will never forget.

I was but a girl of fifteen, the family on another trip round the relocation camps. We were visiting another camp as it so happens you see, when the riots began. Mama and Papa, oh they did some awful things I would soon learn. I was visiting with one of the young magi I had spent time with in the past, but it was a ploy! Coerced out into the camp grounds where I would be caught, how regretful I truly was foolishly curious. I was a convenient shield for that bands escape, Mama and Papa would do little to risk harming me after all. With the walls breached they made out with me in toe as hostage. As they escaped I was bombarded with knowledge of all the the horrid things Mama and Papa had done. They were angry, oh so angry, and the wanted revenge.

I...would come to pay the price. They could not get at my parents, I suppose. So they would get at them, through me. The pain... the pain was unbearable! Battered, burned, cut and maimed! Eyes gouged from the skull, teeth and bones snapped like it meant nothing. I wailed, screamed, cried and no one came for me! Never, never ever, have I felt so lonely, so miserable, so furious. Against the horrible pain I felt everything was but a blur. I wanted my Milla, I wanted to go home, Mama, Papa, why must I pay for these things? Why wont you save me? Oh I simply wanted it to be over. When my life finally faded from your mortal coil, I felt such relief...

Oh no sympathy at all? How cold, ever so cold! Perhaps words cannot do it justice, feeling such pain and being faced with the sight of your own mangled and mutilated corpse? Oh but how lucky I must have been, is that not what you think? I got to meet with the oh so esteemed god of death? Commanded to surrender my very soul after my life was so grievously robbed from me?! I was beside myself! Furious beyond words! And so, I fled, so I may cling to my oh so tiny existence. Selfish you say? Perhaps, but I will hold onto the life which was given to me until I desire it no longer.

Those days following my departure from life were oh so strange, I must admit. Unheard, unseen, I struggled with this. There was never a feeling more lonesome to be had. I even watched my own funeral! The procession, it was adequate I suppose. But alas, a funeral is more for the survivors than for the deceased I suppose.

I spent much time with my Milla in these initial days. Haunted if you would, but I so desired her company. If only she would hear me, if only she would see me... In time, I discovered I could in fact make her hear me! Oh what a joyous day it was when I learned. With but a simple touch, I was able to peer into the dreams of my lovely Milla. And in her dreams she could hear my voice! I was over joyed, she had seemed so lost and saddened as I watched her! I thought, if we could speak, she would brighten. But... there was no such reaction. She seemed distraught. She did not realize it was truly me. To her, it was but a dream. I was saddened by this, but determined all the same. I WOULD make her know, I am here.

But how you ask? Oh I cannot claim to have had any plan. Truly I was flying blind during those days. It took quite some time, but my determination eventually gave results. I learned, I could interfere with some electronic devices. First, in moments of quiet, I tried whispering through speakers. I tried to tell her I was here. I could do little more than produce static in the beginning, but eventually my words sounded through. Milla... she was far from happy with this. She still would not see me! Despite how I tried to make her realize! I was... becoming desperate. I took any opportunity I had to try and reach her. I even learned how to manipulate the text coming through her devices. Yet, with each push, the poor dear only seemed more upset, more fearful. And I, I only became more frustrated.

Why did I not stop? Why did I not realize what I was doing to her? I did not want to see. I so wanted to reunite with my beloved friend... I pressed and pressed in my desire for companionship, and I watched the dear girl slowly unravel, fearing the voice she heard was nothing but madness. I became worried for my friend and tried to right what I had caused, yet all I had was the same words which had driven her mad... I could do nothing but watch as she was carted away. I was... devastated, to have broken the poor girl so grievously...

Yet still, it gave me a realization. Perhaps, if I could do such a thing once, even unwittingly... perhaps I could do it again. Perhaps, I could have my own revenge, for the terrible pain I suffered...

Oh you would tell me to shut up? You are a rude one! Does my story bore you so? Truly, I am crushed. But, you know my goal, if nothing else. I will drive each and every one of them, stark raving mad. It matters little how long it takes! After all, I have all the time in the world. Oh you cannot say the same however. It seems it is time for the doctors visit, you best stop screaming or they will surely bind and sedate you once again! As for me? Oh I have many a game to play!

Intangible: You can faze through solid objects that have not been blessed. This does not include Gods or Spirits, though mortals can be fazed through as well.

Aura: Similar to a Zero Magi's Empathy abilities, you can project a certain emotion onto one other living being. The emotions obviously vary from a sense of dread to sadness to anger.

Dream Vision: This ability allows a person to peer into the dreams of a living mortal while they sleep. Similar to watching a movie. This is triggered by physical contact. You may speak to the mortal in this state, but you will not be visible, or be able to manipulate anything within the dream.

Tech Communication: As a wandering Soul you have learned to use technology as a medium of communicating with the living. Wither that be static on a radio or electronically typing, you are capable of doing this now.



Poltergeist I: Ability Description: The ability to move a single item within a limited and humble proportion, such as a piece of chalk, a paper, a small paperback book, a shoe, etc. If unsure please ask a member of the site's team.

Dream Travel: (upgrade of Dream Vision) This ability enables the user to now not simply watch the dream but to be apart of it. A more practiced traveler will even be able to shift their forms in the dream as well as interact with all the figures.


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[b]Original(MissusRuin), Paprika[/b] as [i]Izzy[/i]