WitchSoul0123

Your name is Everin Uchinara. Your age changes every time you are asked, because you do not know when or where you were born, so your age could be almost anything. You know that you are at least 10 years old, though, because you can remember ten years of your life. You have short, almost boyish, Brown hair that at the moment is gathered into two small, spiky pigtails with a pair of tattered and stained blue ribbons. You’re skin is dark olive under the thick layers of ash and grime - which you have tried in vain to clean off. You have never seen your eyes, but they are deep and brown with a hint of gold at the center. Overall, you look l

The girl sits quietly in her darkened corner. She smiles a smile more of wist than of happiness - a cold absent smile. The smile is made from a pair of smooth, soft looking lips; painted the color of a vibrant sunrise over the deep ocean. Above the smile, not quite part of it, are a pair of almost unnaturally large eyes as blue as a storm, not hard, perhaps, but deep and intelligent, more clever than had been the intent, perhaps. Her high-wrought cheeks are graced with a hint of blush. There are no flaws in her perfect porcelain skin. Around this cool visage, two thick silky copper ringlets fall, framing her face like a beautiful gem. A ha

Check … 1 … 2 … 3 …. Testing? Okay, looks like it’s working, right? It’s a little static-y, it guess, but I can’t do much about that. So, umm, where should I start? My name is Jaswinder Ethelyn Caite, but you can call me Jas. Most people do, because my name is rather obnoxious. I had a mother and a father, as is typical of a human being. And I had an irritating older brother … most of whom are completely unimportant and none of which you should get attached to. I also have a confession to make to you. You know the big electrical storm that ended the world? That was my fault. Sorry about that.

As I ventured through the wilds of the forest, I came across the corpse that forever changed my life. The corpse was of a girl of about 15 years with dark olive skin and a dark halo of long, tangled, black ringlets. Her milky eyes had once been a shocking shade of un-earthly violet. Her lips were scarred and bloody, as if she at bitten through them several times. I stepped back. Startled. But it wasn’t the presence of a dead body which started me. I’m a spirit seer, which means that, along with weird purple eyes, alleged schizophrenia, and a morbid obsession with death, I have an affinity to running into any and all dead people