Name: Lance Blackerby
Age: 20
Bio: Used to work in an old book shop, decided to switch over when he heard about being a Whisper. He’d grown up in a small house in the suburbs , mom and dad divorced when he was young, went to live with his mom until he came of age for his power, then dad took custody of his son. He’d figured out what he was when he spoke to his grandfather long after his death, mother had his tested for a slew of mental disorders, each came out negative.
Power: Tounge Speaker
Skills: He used to run track in school, and as such he is very fast. He learned French from a ghost who haunted his grandmother’s home, she’d drowned herself in the 20′s so his French is a little old fashioned.
Appearance: 6’1, tall and lanky, however he is strong despite the look of him. His hair goes just beyond his ears and is a black curly mess. His eyes are an eerie shade of blue.
Gender: Male

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Name: Mason Steward
Age: 21
Bio: Worked at the antique shop since he was young. He’s always known about the supernatural, but it didn’t pop up until best friend was killed in a car crash. He was able to contact him and they can actually physically interact with other ghosts. His close family left soon after, as they didn’t have his abilities. So he’s been there ever since.
Power: Vessel – advanced
Skills: He’s a fantastic free runner, but doesn’t get to do it much anymore. He’s learned how to tap into the ghosts abilities that he contacts.
Appearance: Short brown hair, green eyes, good looking, toned. Doesn’t ever dress for work, so you will always see him in a cookie monster hoodie that is duck taped on the ends with a blank T-shirt. He wears regular pants, and gym shoes. And you will never see him without his headphones.
Gender: M

((ill intro the ghost later))

Mason hoped down from the roof, bouncing from in between the alley walls. He came in threw the back door, headphones blasting some metal song. He pushed the door open, “Hey! Mrs. Solcombe still here?”

Mason laughed, “Yeah. That’s certainly a way to put it. Who’s your brother?” he asked. He looked her over, “You look like Velma.” he laughed again. “Lance, get her an app, I’m gonna get on the computer.”

“Being is the best!” he called from the back room.

At Mason’s comment, Lance rolled his eyes. “You seem a tad on the confused side, would you like to take a seat in the break room and have some tea, while we discuss the matters of your employment here?” the break room was the only really private room in the store. It’s furniture was antique as all the other furniture and objects were. Even the cash register was ancient, so the break room was no different. The deep mahogany chairs and dark wood side tables seemed to fir more into a wealthy woman’s parlor then in the break room, usually occupied by teenagers.

OOC: never. Just post a sheet.

((PLEEZ join! we just started. and hi psycobable!))

Mason sat down in the break room and took a drink of tea. He liked drinking it. It made him feel like him and not like a shell that other people could just walk into. Yeah, it was cool being able to contact people like that, but it was taxing. He noticed Lance and Liz walk in and shot a wave.

“Yes, thank you.” She observed the amazeing room. “Wow… impressive.” she took a seat in a near-by chair. “Just for futer refence- I normally don’t follow men into the back rooms of their shops then drink tea they give me. Really, I am not that type of person under ordinary circumstances.” She smiled hopeing to break any tesion in the air.

“It’s not my shop. I just work here, and Mason here has years on me, I’d be more concerned about him. I’m Lance by the way, I am a speaker just a tad closer to the advanced side, but no where near as experienced as Mason. You have the sight? No possibility of speaking? Is it just static-y their voices, or silent?” Lance offered picking up a sheet of paper and pulling it over his book and clicking a pen, ready for her answers.

Name: Jessica Beauchenne
Age: 17
Bio: Never had a job before, in great need of one though, couldn’t believe luck when this one requires her odd power. She hasn’t told anybody about it before because she think they would brand her a “Freak” or something similar. It’s not as though she ever interacts with them, as a sightholder it’s relatively easier just to ignore. She lives with her Mum and Dad and little sister Annabel, none of whom have ever shown any talent for communications with the dead.
Power: Sight Holder
Skills: She can speak French, her Father is French (hense the surname) so she is actually bilingual.
Appearance: Effortlessly pretty with wavy, strikingly auburn (from her Mum’s side) hair and sparkling green eyes. She tries to be up to date with current fashions is an attempt to stay in the so called “popular” crowd at school.
Gender: Female?

Lance suddenly came to his sense of decency. “Sorry I tend to babble quite a bit. Perhaps you’d like an explanation of what Mason and I are as well?” Lance offered dropping his pen. “Mason, have you seen Jack anywhere?”

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Jack clambered awkwardly off her bike, getting the hem of her jeans caught in the chain in her hurry. She was late. Again. She quickly fiddled with her bike lock and chained it to the post outside the book shop, before charging inside, making the door slam hard against the wall. “I’m here! I-I guh…” She bent double and wheezed. Jack made a mental note to stop ignoring her alarm clock. “Mason? Lance?”

Mason walked out just in time to see Jack clamoring into the doorway. “Your late again Jack,” Mason said, taking his headphones down off his ears, but turning it up louder. He leaned against the wall and sighed, “Your lucky I’m not such a stickler for this kind of thing.”

Lance looked up when his name was called. “Jack! We’re back in the break room. Well I am at least.” After this outburst he turned his attention back to Liz. ” I am a speaker, that means I can sense a spirit and I can talk to them. That static you hear on occasion is what I can translate into words.” He offered as an explanation . “Most people with the sight can’t hear it, Mason is his own flavor and it isn’t my place to tell you what he is.” Lance offered, when Mrs. Solcombe returns we can accept your application. You are free to stay and wander about and meter our little family.” Upon hearing the sound of the bell, Lance stood. “Excuse me, I’ll just get that.”

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“I know, I know.” Jack said, looking a bit embarrassed as she ruffled her short hair. “I just had a thing this morning. I won’t be late tomorrow, I promise.” There was no ‘thing’, there never was. She smiled when she heard Lance calling from the back. “I’ll be right with you. See you later, Mace.” She scurried away quickly, not looking to get in any more trouble.

Lance upon seeing that Mason was handling the girl, returned to the break room. “Jack will be here shortly, she is very similar to yourself.”

Liz sipped her tea hearing the conversation in the other room. “Seems like I’m not the only newbie looking for a job today.”

Jack stuck her head round the door of the break room and smiled. “Mornin’.” She stepped inside and started making coffee. “I think I’m dying…” Jack complained. “I’m Jack, by the way.” She told the new girl.

((beckie, i spoke to you lol))

((Oh! Sorry! I thought you were talking to Liz ))

“You mean, there’s a name for what I can do?” Jess asked Mason

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“So how advanced are you? The other two told me they were pretty far ahad, but I don’t really know what that means.” giveing a confused look at Jack.

OOC: Im talking to jack, you’re talking to Jess. It got confuseing because both Jess and I thought you were talking to us eairlier.

Jack laughed quietly and gulped her coffee. “Bigheads. They are pretty good though, Mason’s pretty amazing at what he does and Lance is getting advanced. I’m sort of… intermediate? I know what I’m doing, but I still screw up sometimes.” She watched Liz over the rim of her mug. “What’s your thing again? You’ve got the sight too, right?”

OOC: You did, but then you sain you were talking to Jess so we got confuesd…. lets just pretend we’re all in the break room!