"Oh, dear, no! I came for inspiration, my good man! Haunted castles are frought with ideas ripe for the harvest, and I plan to squeeze every ounce of class out of this place." Sorenson grinned. "I have a couple of clients interested in making their homes somewhat Gothic, and I figured this was the most Goth place around."
"The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that." -Karis Nemik
Dani snorted, rolling their eyes. “Can see ghosts?” They repeated “What a bunch of bologna! I haven’t got all day, they’ve really got to get butts in here so we can scare them properly! I’ve got better things to do, and a perfectly fine book just waiting for me downstairs.” They said with a huff.
“your highness” is gender neutral
so if you are ever confused about my pronouns
that’l work
alternatively “your majesty”, “my liege”, and “supreme overlord”
"Do I really need to do this?" Carson sighed into her radio, pulling up to the house. "Yes, you do. We can't have whoever's on the property hurting themselves." a voice replied. "I really wish that the teens that always come here would heed the 'No Trespassing' signs. Then I wouldn't need to do this," Carson said, "Alright, Ima be out at the house. Over and out." As Carson stepped out of her car, she took a deep breath of the fresh night air. She always loved the night shifts. "Alright, here we go," she said to herself, walking up the driveway to the house.
Bio: Spoiler
Name: Cleo Carson
Age: 28
Personality: Calm, cool, and collected. Shy around strangers.
Appearance: Tall | One eye green, other eye purple | Black hair
