Ms. Dreary

(This is still under construction, none of these things are set in stone. Criticism is greatly appreciated.)

Real Name: Maria Rosemary Parks (Her middle name is named after her biological mother)

Alias: Teary, Dreary (This Alias in general was bestowed upon her after her death, many have speculated and continue to theorize her existence. Most have either caught her after experiencing heavy loss, depression, or any type of heavy sadness or very extreme emotion, and her spotted her by chance by just being in the right place at the right time.)

Current Age:  234
Age of Death:  5
Gender: Girl
Ethical Origin: She’s mostly German & Irish, with a small bit of Polish
Place of Origin: North America, USA, Rhode Island.
Species:  Spirit

Personality: She doesn’t show much of any discernable traits, mostly due to her rather timid and constant melancholy state, but when her personality does shimmer through she comes off as the kid she used to be. She’s very naïve and curious in nature, seeing as she never had the chance to do much in her life, but she’s still very sensitive and when threatened will rather run then fight. The only people she will show herself too physically and personality wise, are those she has begun to trust in her daily surroundings and with that she holds them quite dear, even becoming a slight bit protective of them even though she still won’t physically fight

(Most times these people are mourners of loved ones that have passed, or those seeking silent relief by taking a walk by)

Birthdate: 1778, June 3.

 Date of Death: 1783, February 14.

Astrological Sign: Cancer, the Crab

Birthplace: Colonial Rhode Island (the exact location is under speculation.)

Cause of Death: Her death was caused by wide spread disease and famine, though her death was not really caused by those, but by mishandling and rough treatment of her body under all the stress.

Alignment: They don’t really tend to side with anyone or anything, but they do have the tendency to side with and follow people dealing with very heavy emotional issues or feelings and does not like seeing them tampered, or played with in any sort of manner.

Affiliation: They don’t associate with anyone besides other lost spirits, who can’t pass over quite yet.
Figure: Her figure is mostly on the lanky side, for a five-year-old she was rather tall in her size. Though due to dehydration and malnourished her stomach seems to bloat and cause a small little extension of the stomach, and in some places extra fat can be seen were in other places there is close to nothing but bone.

 Height: 4’5”
Weight: (Alive) 38lbs
Skin Tone: Pale/Peach Coloring
Hair: Dirty Blonde, Curly, Medium cut.
Eyes: Hazel/Green

Left/ Right handed Left

(When she continues to use the abilities, her color slowly drains and her from becomes more transparent. When she finally uses up all her energy she can’t be seen anymore by human eyes.)

Place/Type of Residence: She often wanders around, she doesn’t really have any certain places she often stays around except for grave yards and places that she deems needs her guidance to help those who need some sort of emotional support.
Languages Spoken: She only speaks some colonial English, and French.

 Favorite color: she doesn’t prefer any over another.

Fears: Grave robbers- She fears grave robber because she doesn’t totally understand what they are up to. They’re like robbers that break into your home, but she can’t do anything except watch from far away.

 Fire- she doesn’t remember much from her time being alive, but she does remember one bit, the fire. She faintly remembers the smell of ash and burning flesh when she’s near it. Though she does remember the starvation and death, she can always recall the seemingly unnecessary burning of friends, and the sadness that followed.

Sickness- She can oddly feel the sickness that had token her long ago still reside within her, though it doesn’t hurt as much as it did it still feels very uncomfortable, almost as if it throbbed inside her. Often, she stays awake at night feeling the sickness inside and fears for those who also get sick, frequently in fear that they too might also be like her one day.

Interests: She often enjoys watching nature, it helps her forget things for a while. Sometimes she even wanders to a playground or school to see happy faces with smiles, or what they learn, this has helped her to begin reading and writing or at least understanding it a bit more.

Good, Neutral or Bad? : Neutral Good

Distinguishing Features: Her eyes are constantly red and irritated due to her unstoppable crying, and her face is mostly either drained and tired, red and weepy. This causes her to have some wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, nothing too noticeable but still worth something to note. Her hair also has deteriorated over time, as it is said to seem very messy and matted with small wigs and sticks weaved through it.

Special items:  She pulls around a ratty pinkish towel with her that she calls her ‘blanket’ (this item in general is very dear to her since it’s one of the only things she can physically touch, it also gives her comfort, but it can also be used as a tissue and a cuddle buddy. Though another important reason she has it is because it was one of her only worldly possessions she could keep other than her cloths while she was very sick, it was also used as her unmarked grave marker as it was tied to her tree stump ‘head stone’.

Weapons: the only things she really would think about using would be trick or scare tactics, or if things go bad, use her pink towel to choke them out. Other than that, she doesn’t have anything,

Proficiencies: 

She has a tact for illusions, trickery, and scares. She can do an assortment of tricks with her ghost form, and she is also rather quick to adjust and learn from a situation or strategy.

Magic/Special Abilities:

She as many different abilities in her bag of tricks of her long time as a spirit. She can disappear and reappear at will, change her form into an orb, animal, and or unusual look altogether, and she also phases through most walls and floors.
How They kills/wounds in Combats:

If she is forced into any kind of combat situation she will go on defensive, she will either run or at last you until you can no longer continue to fight or lose interest altogether. Though she will give you one hell of a time while you do fight, she will use all her bag of tricks and scares to make you leave her or her assigned person of interest along. Often, the person on the offensive winds up hurting or dying by themselves out of either shock or fear, but she also will end up using her pink towel to choke, trip, or hang if things come to the worst and it’s her last resort.

Strengths:

Her physical strengths mostly occur due to her form as a spirit, but as a person on her own Maria the skill to quickly learn and figure out any sort of pattern or strategy, she also tends to always want to know more about things which gives her the ability to create even more different and better scenarios day by day. She also knows how to lift spirits of those who need to feel better, to fight better.

Weaknesses: 

With all those said though, she also comes with many weaknesses. Though she can do all these amazing things with her spirit powers she needs to make sure she doesn’t exert herself over her limit, if she does she will either disappear for a while, fall in a type of slumber, no longer be able to use any abilities till the next day, or become very confused or disoriented. She also tends to not like hurting others in any way, so when it comes to death it’s hard for her to do what must be done which could cause major situations. One last thing she also does is her constant timidity and sadness, though she strives to support others to keep her mind off it, she can’t support herself. This means she frequently breaks down randomly and sometimes constantly in many ways, this type of reaction can also be brought on by the fact that she’s still some one naive and a kid who doesn’t know how to deal with murder as well as grief.

Backstory: 

• Childhood: As a child Maria was brought up in a world already starving and grief stricken. She was shoved into a world where her mother had given her to a bar keeper in hopes of a better future, though Maria didn’t ever meet her mother face to face, she had gotten letters from her from time to time of drawn pictures about beautiful places poor Maria had dreamed of for so long, like France or Greece. Though Maria felt as though she was always missing something she learned to love and cherish the life she had been gifted, and loved her foster parents as if they were her very own.

Maria never went to a school, she never even learned to read or write because she was a girl. But, she did know some things the other boys didn’t. She learned how to sow, draw, cook, clean, and learned as well as memorized all diverse types of animals and plants in the nature around her; still most didn’t agree with what she did. She didn’t care much about what they thought though, that was, until what they thought could end her up in a whole lot of trouble.

Since Maria was a loner, spent time outside, was an orphan, and had a pair of bar keepers as her only guardians, rumors spread about her being a witch. Though no persecution was ever taken place, her foster parent made sure to keep her safe indoors just in case anyone thought they could just take her and give out ‘justice’ themselves, nevertheless she still suffered mentally over the fact people could be so mean and that she felt trapped in her own house and mind, unable to explore and learn. Though she did enjoy the small company she had with the outside animals that would pass by her window.

This lasted for a while, until the spread of diseases caught up the with the small town. Some still called that Maria the ‘witch’ had cursed them, but when one person fell ill after the other not many people could really care about the rumors any more. Maria remembers bits and pieces after the events took place. The massive grave dumps, fires, and rats still ran rampant in her mind as thousands seemed to be whisked away day by day and until finally food started to take a hit, along with the assessable amount of fresh uncontaminated water which only made it worse.

When she had finally contracted the sickness, her foster parents had long passed and left her. The people, after learning of the situation, had refused to give her services or medicine of any kind due to this all being ‘her fault’, the only thing she had offered to her was a damp and sweaty towel which she immediately took for comfort and to wipe her uncomfortable sweat off with. Many of the towns people recall hearing her cries of sadness and grief after the death of her foster parent, but now they could hear it ten times more from her lonesome window.

She only lasted about three days, when the only able body town folk went to fetch her they could tell her last moments weren’t pleasant. She was in a fetal position towel clutched tightly in her hands while her face, white as ever, had still the remanence of tear filled crying and mournful screams while her bile lay next to her cold body. When they had determined that her body was safe to touch again, they burned it and dumped her ashes in a grave under a tree stump leaving the towel on it due to its contamination and or what they believed curse.

The town never really forgot her story, but the girl they knew, the person she was wasn’t important. All they knew was that she was lonely, no one had known her personally or had gotten to know her personally. They didn’t care either way. She was a legend, folklore, she became Ms. Dreary and a poem was made to give sympathy in payment to their horrible treatment of the young child. The foster parent’s grave had become the grave of Ms. Dreary for the original had long been forgotten.

Relationships:

Biological Mom- Rosemary Linda King

Foster Mom- Anne Thomas Parks

Foster Father- Abraham Johnathan Parks

Her biological mother is deceased as well as her foster mother, but both had died from unnatural causes. Her biological mother as a prostitute could not afford to have and or keep a child so easily gave her up to a dear friend. The friend became Maria’s foster mother, she had owned a pub and could support both if they worked hard. Her biological mother died shortly after two years apart after being stabbed while doing a job, Maria never found out. Maria’s foster mother on the other hand had died by the same sickness that Maria had succumbed too shortly after the foster mother’s death.

• Children: No
• Relatives: She’s never really met any other family other than her foster parents, never met her biological mother face to face.
• Partner: no, I don’t plan for her to be in any relationships other than being friends.
• Mentors: She often watches other ghosts, some of which who are a lot older, and asks for advice or how to do certain things.
• Friends: N/A
• Allies: N/A
• Enemies: N/A

Pets: She likes to think all birds are her pets, seeing as they thrive in nature. Though most birds fly away from her as if she were any other human.

Poor Ms. Dreary

Teary, Dreary, cried alone.

Sitting on a broken stone.

Teary, Dreary had no fun.

All she did was cry a ton.

Teary, Dreary forgotten so.

Sitting with the big black crows.

Though, Teary, Dreary wasn’t weary.

All she was, was rather Teary.

Poor Ms. Dreary.