Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
My name is Annabelle. At least, it used to be when I was still alive. I was born on October 31, 1929. Being an only child, I was raised to be independent. My parents were both spies, but were captured and killed as prisoners of war. I too was captured, at 14 in 1943, and questioned on what I knew. I was tortured. They cut me, tried to drown me, and shocked me. That's how I got my "joker's scar" on the side of my mouth. One day, I was strapped down to a metal table. They electrocuted me, but something went wrong. My death was prolonged for hours upon hours until I evetually slipped away. I died on January 4, 1944 at only 15. Yet, my sould was unrested. Ive returned, fully mortal in flesh, yet immortal as I'm already dead.
I go by Ghost in the present day; the beautiful name Annabelle long forgotten. I look like any normal 15 year old girl and have the same feelings such as lust and heartbreak. No one knows my secret, they can't; I just ignore all the labels given to me such as "emo" and "goth". I suppose theyre true based on the description given to them. I live in an old, abandoned house in a forest on the outskirts of town, with only my wolf, Disorder.
My long black hair has blood red tips at the end that compliment my maroon eyes. Nothing satisfies me more that writing an amazing song on my deathcore guitar with beautiful lyrics to match. I simply cant stay away from my guitar. Did i meantion, his name is Spike? I bring Spike everywhere; even to school and keep him in my locker.
Somehow, when I died, I aquired the power to manipulate shadows. I can create, move, and even pick up the mysterious black fog. Disorder can do the same, shadows frolick at his feet like snakes getting ready to lunge at their next victim.
**THIS IS AN OC ACCOUNT, NOT A REAL PERSON** well its a real person behind the computer, but the characrer being portrayed is an OC. I will be playing in character even in comments and artwork.