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Description
Name: The creepy Victorian Child
Real Name: Lenore Wilkins
Nicknames: Nora, Lenny (don't call her that unless you want to be in pain)
Age: looks 11, but is muuuuuch older (like 11 years before 1863)
Gender: female
Ethical Origin: Spanish, British
Place of Origin: England
Species: Human
Personality: reserved, quiet (rarely speaks, but when she does, it's in a whisper), polite (at first encounter), organized, cunning, quick, sadistic and resourceful
Sexual Preference: asexual, aromantic
Relationship: none
Affiliation: Sulkerman -
Occupation: to guide new proxies to sulkerman for initiation/stalk new victims
Weight: 120
Height: 5'0
Eye Color: dark brown, nearly black
Skin Color: a mocha color
Hair Color: a mousy brown
Fears: disapproval from Sulkerman
Powers/Abilities: to pulsate negative energy to her opponents, crippling them with self doubt as well as physically (only when extremely angry or absolutely necessary)
Weapons: A rusty box cutter, which she has become quite skilled at using
How S/he kills/wounds in Combat: She slices them with the rusty, yet utterly sharp rusty box cutter.
Weaknesses: intense and direct sunlight, it weakens her, so she often has to carry an parasol with her) something like this (Meep ) but in mint greens
Strengths: stealthiness, quick, tactful
History: Her parents were not any ordinary people. Her mother was a witch and her father a human. As a witch, Lenore's mother would live a long while, but that did not mean she could not die. Lenore would play out in the yard and a few children saw her mother heal her wound when she scraped her knee without any bandages. Lenore was ridiculed for this; children would throw stones at her, call her names and make faces at her. Lenore was a strong child, she could handle it, but what happened next was not something she could handle so well. She came home to find her father sobbing on the porch...holding her mother in his arms, or at least she thought it was. There was so much blood, she was barely recognizable. Once a loving child, hatred and anger corrupted her. In the distance she heard giggling. She knew at that moment where those other children were and she would make them pay. She stormed over to them and in her blind rage, produced a surge of energy so powerful, that the group died instantly. The few who were still alive suffered until their final breath. Taken aback, by the gruesome deed, tears flowed freely from Lenore's face. She had just wanted to teach them a lesson, n-not kill them! She fell to her knees, sobbing, and feeling sick to her stomach. As she calmed down, dark emotions surrounded her. They deserved what was coming to them. It's their fault you're mother is dead. It was only due justice... Then a white noise grew louder and louder in her head. She turned around to see a tall and nearly faceless man. "Are you death?" she asked. No, I am your master now, the man announced in a harsh whisper. He beckoned her with a taloned finger and she followed by his side.
Place/Type of Residence: wherever she is needed
Notes: All of the other sulkerman proxies are creeped out by her, mostly because she's so mysterious.
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXjeUk…

Description
Name: The creepy Victorian Child
Real Name: Lenore Wilkins
Nicknames: Nora, Lenny (don't call her that unless you want to be in pain)
Age: looks 11, but is muuuuuch older (like 11 years before 1863)
Gender: female
Ethical Origin: Spanish, British
Place of Origin: England
Species: Human
Personality: reserved, quiet (rarely speaks, but when she does, it's in a whisper), polite (at first encounter), organized, cunning, quick, sadistic and resourceful
Sexual Preference: asexual, aromantic
Relationship: none
Affiliation: Sulkerman -
Occupation: to guide new proxies to sulkerman for initiation/stalk new victims
Weight: 120
Height: 5'0
Eye Color: dark brown, nearly black
Skin Color: a mocha color
Hair Color: a mousy brown
Fears: disapproval from Sulkerman
Powers/Abilities: to pulsate negative energy to her opponents, crippling them with self doubt as well as physically (only when extremely angry or absolutely necessary)
Weapons: A rusty box cutter, which she has become quite skilled at using
How S/he kills/wounds in Combat: She slices them with the rusty, yet utterly sharp rusty box cutter.
Weaknesses: intense and direct sunlight, it weakens her, so she often has to carry an parasol with her) something like this (Meep ) but in mint greens
Strengths: stealthiness, quick, tactful
History: Her parents were not any ordinary people. Her mother was a witch and her father a human. As a witch, Lenore's mother would live a long while, but that did not mean she could not die. Lenore would play out in the yard and a few children saw her mother heal her wound when she scraped her knee without any bandages. Lenore was ridiculed for this; children would throw stones at her, call her names and make faces at her. Lenore was a strong child, she could handle it, but what happened next was not something she could handle so well. She came home to find her father sobbing on the porch...holding her mother in his arms, or at least she thought it was. There was so much blood, she was barely recognizable. Once a loving child, hatred and anger corrupted her. In the distance she heard giggling. She knew at that moment where those other children were and she would make them pay. She stormed over to them and in her blind rage, produced a surge of energy so powerful, that the group died instantly. The few who were still alive suffered until their final breath. Taken aback, by the gruesome deed, tears flowed freely from Lenore's face. She had just wanted to teach them a lesson, n-not kill them! She fell to her knees, sobbing, and feeling sick to her stomach. As she calmed down, dark emotions surrounded her. They deserved what was coming to them. It's their fault you're mother is dead. It was only due justice... Then a white noise grew louder and louder in her head. She turned around to see a tall and nearly faceless man. "Are you death?" she asked. No, I am your master now, the man announced in a harsh whisper. He beckoned her with a taloned finger and she followed by his side.
Place/Type of Residence: wherever she is needed
Notes: All of the other sulkerman proxies are creeped out by her, mostly because she's so mysterious.
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXjeUk…