MARX, runey skye

[runey]

the woods are lovely, dark and deep.
but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep.

RUNEY SKYE MARX
rune. 724. female. heterosexual. ghost. neutral. jule.

Appearance:
Her eyes are a very pale grayish blue, and her skin and hair are very pale as well. Her hair is very light blond, a bit wavy and down past her shoulders. She's fairly short, around 5'4'' and very lanky and thin. no marks, tattoos, piercings, etc.
Playby: Daria Zhemkova

Powers:

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Substance - Able to walk through anything that is solid.
Telekinesis - Able to move things without touching them.
Teleportation - Able to disappear whenever they please.
Solidity - Able to turn solid for a short amount of time, but this comes with age and experience. After being around for so many years, she has figured out how to hold her solid form for up to over an hour, although it makes her very weak afterwards.

Weaknesses:
Death - Bones must be salted and then burned, or they move on.

Personality:
For the most part, Rune has always been very loving, sweet, forgiving. After her death, of course, she lost most of that. For many years she became ruthless, conniving, heartless, and very vengeful. But after she found her revenge, she regretted it, and after so many years has slowly been able to find her old, forgiving self again. She's still very pessimistic and pretty hateful towards men in particular, but she is deeply loyal to the few people she has learned to trust. Runey might come off as quiet, sarcastic and icy to strangers, but really she's just hurting and alone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

*letter found by an old unnamed tombstone, hidden inside a bouquet of white tulips*

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Dear Anyone,

I can see they didn't even bother to carve my name. I know the world was messed up then, and after all these years it hasn’t gotten much better. I’m writing this for no particular reason, only to amuse whatever imbecile who happens to notice this letter wrapped up in some white tulips by an unmarked grave. You may be wondering why I chose tulips, and I will tell you why, but to really understand I’ll have to explain my life story. Don’t worry. It’s short. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write.

I only lived for eighteen years. I was born in a small town near this cemetery, although back then it was much smaller, and there were no cars, no televisions, no cell phones or movies. The whole town was only three or four roads… or paths, really. It was a filthy little town, with one store, one bar, one bank, two brothels (who were actually very competitive) and only a few real homes and then a bunch of buildings that were rented out by way too many people to fit in them. My parents and I were one of the renters. I only bathed once a month because every person living in the building shared one bathing room, and there were only two outhouses, so you can imagine how delightful that was.

Jobs were pretty scarce, so my mother had been working at one of the brothels, at least until I was born. It’s a huge understatement to say that I was an accident. And it’s also a huge understatement to say that there was truly no way to know who my father was. Fortunately, though, one of the travelers who had… spent time with my mother owned up to it. The last thing my mom wanted was a bastard baby. But, the moment I was born they starting neglecting me. My mother went back to work as soon as her stomach was back to normal size, and my father worked at the bar most nights.

Once I hit puberty, you can imagine what my mother suggested. My father, fortunately, had a little bit of sense, and got into many repetitive arguments with mom about me working with her. I was too young to understand their fights, but now I realize how much I should have stuck by my father. Even though I doubt he was really my biological father, he cared for me more than anyone else in the world did. But it didn’t take long for him to lose that argument, and I was sent off to work just like most of the other women in the town. After six years of that, you can guess my reaction towards men. Even though I’ve been floating around in this world for over seven hundred years, I still can’t look at a man and think of him as anything but a rapist. It doesn’t matter if they paid me or not, the money went straight to my mom, and it was rape to me.

When I was eighteen I attempted to run away. But I didn’t make it very far. I left very late, before mom was up and before dad had closed up the bar for the night. One of the regulars from the opposing brothel spotted me, and snatched me up before I could run. I won’t go into the details of what he did to me, but when I refused to kiss him on the lips, he smashed my head against the wall and I died a few hours later. So my parents found me lying on the street the next morning. By that point I was already in this ghostly form, and I was watching them from the shadows of the alley, confused and scared. I had no idea what had happened to me, or why I could see my own body there dead before me. I went to my own funeral. After that I spent almost ten years hunting down my murderer, and when I finally found him, I literally scared him to death. After I came to his house and spooked him and his wife, he committed suicide the next day by hanging himself. I was hoping to torture him longer, but he didn’t give me that pleasure.

After so many years, and seeing so many other people get screwed over the way I was, I regret what I did. I regret haunting the man. He was a coward, a ruthless coward, for killing me and running off. My slaughter went unsolved, and neither of my parents even bothered to try and find the murderer. But, after I indirectly killed that wretched man, I came back to my grave, and found my parents here. They were crying, blaming themselves for my death. At the time, I figured they were just lying to make themselves feel better. But after so much time and really thinking about it, I realize that they probably meant it. So today, on May 15, 1982, I’m leaving these white tulips and this letter at my grave site. White tulips, back then, meant forgiveness. And I forgive them. I forgive my mom for making me… work. I forgive my dad for allowing her. And I forgive my killer. Now if only I could figure out my purpose for staying stuck here on this earth.

Love,
Runey

app by kel <3

rp sample

Suzie Hayes hardly ever came out during the daytime. Her appearance made it so obvious that she was different, that she was hardly human... that she was dead. There was nothing quite so terrible as to be stared at by everyone because of something that happened so long ago that she couldn't control. She didn't ask her brother to kill her. She didn't ask for her soul to get stuck here in this ghostly form. All she wanted was to be human again, or just go to some other soul dimension where she would seem normal to everyone else.

Unfortunately that didn't seem to be happening any time soon. So for now she was stuck coming out at night and playing hero. At least at night it was dark enough that she could blend in with the shadows and go unnoticed. And even if people saw her, her evaporating appearance didn't show in the dark. Someone would have to be looking for it to know it was there.

Nighttime was coming, so she decided to leave her little hideout and see what Gotham City was like at twilight. Even though it was still light out enough that people would probably stare, it would only take about twenty minutes for the sun to finally go down. Then she could make her way unnoticed, just like she liked.

Suzie found herself sitting outside a cafe miserably alone, her hair and clothes seeming to be floating right off her skin. She had ordered a water, but she knew it was pointless. Her body couldn't materialize long enough for her to grab hold of the glass. So she sat there, alone, running her thin, transparent hand right through the glass as if it wasn't even there. As she she wasn't even there. Sighing, she looked up to see who was walking down the street at dusk. The sun was just going down as she spotted someone on the rooftop of the building across the street. Her eyes widened as she saw him, and her mouth dropped. She hadn't seen him in ages, and if she had still been alive, her cheeks would have flushed red. Could it really be him? No, it couldn't be...

To make sure that Suzie wasn't losing her mind, she left her drink sitting there on the table and stood up and walked across the street. He still sat on the rooftop, looking out over the buildings before him. It looked like him, but it was very hard to tell from such a distance. After checking to make sure no one else was around, Secret rose up from the ground and flew up to the rooftop, silently and swiftly, and landed a few feet behind the boy wonder. Pulling her transparent blonde hair away from her face, she spoke in a shy, hesitant voice. "Robin...?"

[KEL]