Name: Anna Hale
Appearance: Just younger of course. Though, depending on how things go, her older form might come into play later on the rp.
Other: She gets angrier and angrier every year, feeling frustrated and hateful because no one understands her and just think she is evil.
Anger. Spite. Frustration. Sorrow. Hatred. These feelings all together weren’t good together. They caused bad things to happen. Very bad things. She hadn’t woken in years. Many years. Not since that old horrible seer had learned to soothe her before she could even wake. She used to love that bedtime story, since it was one her mother used to read her. And maybe for the first few years after her death it brought her some joy, but after so many years of hearing it, it was nothing but wicked. She cursed whoever made that story. She hoped they had a long and horrible after life. Just like her. In fact, she wanted everyone to suffer the way she suffered. Why shouldn’t they? They were all just as evil as those people who had put her to death were. Yes. They needed to suffer. That would make things right. That would make them truly see how evil they were for what they did to her.
The time was coming. Just a few more hours. She could feel it. That seer would have been here by now. He would have already starting reading. Either the old fool was getting slow, or he was just like her, separated from this world. And if he was dead, then surely there would be no one else to take his place, right? Hopefully there wasn’t. Then she could roam, and destroy this town that had killed her so long ago. They would pay for what they did to her. They would all pay.