Kaytlin Devlin

35 [55 (She's been a ghost for about twenty years)]

Most people notice Kaytlin's hair first. It is long and flowy. She, as a living human, spent a lot of time caring for her naturally red hair. Her face is fair with only a few freckles marring its otherwise perfect skin. Kaytlin's nose is sharp, and if she had been a bit vainer, then she had been in life Kaytlin probably would have had a nose job. Now her vanity has all but left her. She has accepted she cannot change her appearance ever again. She dresses in business clothes. A strong holdover from being a lawyer.

"A living? What am I buying the ghost of a chicken to eat? Though considering how much the world is changing, I might have to find a way to make money."
In reality, Kaytlin works for her sister Evelyn at the law firm that they had opened together. She often does fieldwork but does a lot of paperwork and research.

Undead Anonymous - She only joined a few years ago after she started talking with Jess

Kaytlin is what you would call vain. Or she had been in life. Something that she is thankful for now since she is stuck looking like this forever. Kaytlin's afterlife has mostly been focused on trying to figure out what happened the night her husband murdered her and continuing to work at Driscoll.

Otherwise, Kaytlin is a tenacious and stubborn woman who wanted to prove herself and earn her place in the upper-class echelons. Now she is ready to fight for her rights and keep living in her old home. There has to be a way to get legal rights for ghosts so they won't be painfully exorcised. Kaytlin likes to think she has a good sense of humor. She can be scathingly sarcastic though, and after having spent so much time not having people hear her, she doesn't filter it as much as she used to. She can see why some older ghosts go crazy. She fears that after Evelyn dies, she will go that route not long after (especially if Evelyn doesn't become a ghost too).

Kaytlin spent her childhood studying and her early adulthood becoming a lawyer. She met her husband, the man who later shot her in the head, at law school. The two became a formidable pair and opened a successful law firm with Evelyn and William.

Two weeks after Kaytlin's 35th birthday Gerald shot her twice in the head. It was almost two months before Kaytlin can recall anything. She doesn't know if she was even conscious during that time, or if something was happening to her that she just can't remember. She did visit her sister's house after to see her. Evelyn saw her almost right away and started crying. She thought she had gone crazy at first.

The first few years were boring and rather important. Kaytlin tested what it was to be a ghost and the rules that now bound her. She met Jess during this time. The two had never known each other in life, but became fast friends in the afterlife.

Things started getting interesting when a family moved into the townhouse she had owned and now "lived." The young daughter of the family, May, was able to see Kaytlin. It might have been because the girl was only five years old, or maybe there was special about her. Kaytlin cares for the child and has made good friends with her over the last seven years. May had told her parents about the ghost, and they never believed her. Until now.

Now that the other's are revealed the family believes their now 12-year-old daughter and is trying to "evict" Kaytlin. They are "nice" about it at least and haven't tried to exorcise her.

"HAHA Haunts, thanks"
- Her home
- Jess's home
- Driscoll Law Firm
- And where ever undead anonymous meets

Sister - Evelyn Driscoll
Brother-in-law - William Driscoll
May - 12-year-old girl Kaytlin has been the "imaginary" friend for the last seven years
Jess - Another ghost that is part of the Undead Anonomys group

Abigale Baker
Abigale Avery
Gale Baily
Abi Douglas

12 [Over 900, but she doesn't know what year she was born so she can't say for certain]

Abby looks to be about 12 years old, or maybe 15 at the oldest. It is hard to put a finger on how old she was when she was turned and depending on how much effort she puts into her appearance she can fake an older age. She does, no matter hard she tries, looks like a minor.

She has dark hair and bright hazel eyes. Her skin is fair, even more so then it would have been if she hadn't been turned into a vampire, though she does have a smattering of freckles across her face. Her jawbone is sharp, and she still has the undernourished look of a peasant.

Abby, having lived for so long, is capable of fitting in among high society or surviving in the wilderness. She can in one minute speak with the best of them, and the next drop pretenses.

Active in the Collective. She helps new vampires and dhampirs get into safer situations. She also is the one called if there are questions about the Methuselah since she had been a member's daughter of their organization for a couple of hundred years.

Ex-Methuselah (not a voting member but at the side of one for the better part of 200 years) now a current member of the Collective. Fairly active in the Collective now.

Abby is smart. She has had a lot of practice at dealing with people and has learned as much as she could. She makes sure to keep up to date on developments and had a cell phone before they were cool. She lets people underestimate her, who would be afraid of a child. Sometimes though Abby lets herself be a child, which would be a lot easier if she could go outside during daylight hours.

Simply put though Abby carries a lot of guilt and with it depression that digs deep into her. The phrase "Those who smile brightest are the saddest" is appropriate to use when speaking of Abby. She doesn't let it stop her though. She is determined to help as many people as she can and maybe fix this terrible world just a little bit more.

Abby Baker was born some 900+ years ago to a baker. The next twelve-ish years are something Abby doesn't remember that well. She would say with fondness in her voice that it was as she remembered happy times though. She was turned mostly on accident, but her sire found it amusing to have a child.

It was a dark couple hundred of years that Abby has done her best to forget. She regrets all of that time, and since then tries to make up for it. It was around this time that Abby met Alister. At first, it was not on the best of terms. After a few tense meetings though Alister was able to convince Abby that her sire and his ilk were evil and Abby's actions in the last centuries had been vile.

Since Abby's encounter with Alistair and subsequent leaving of the Methuselah, she has made it a point to help Vampires in similar bad situations, including dhampirs. In recent years she has done a bit of traveling with an adult-looking vampire friend of hers that has helped her get around without making the humans curious about her.

Since the whole situation with Bloodfang came up, Abby decided to get into London and see if any damage control was possible.

Though Abby wouldn't have called London home, she does own a small home in the neighborhood, as well as a frequent visitor of Alistair's.


It is always a bit awkward going out. There are few places that cater to a child alone, let alone to a child alone late at night. As a Vampire owned and operated bar though most of the older crowd have seen a few times to know she fits in here better than other places.

Pearl - Abby's vampire friend that she has been traveling with for the last couple of years.
Abby's sire - Not someone she would consider a friend

Amara Marie Dulcis.

22 (27)

9-5 haunter, secondary job as the life of the party.

The army of the dead, probably.

”Hey there boo!”
Amara is in it to win it. But only if it is your number, pants, or bed. Otherwise, hard pass. She gives everything to try and live the most normal extremely fantastic life she can now that she is dead and, much to Kaitlyn’s chagrin she downright refuses to attend ghost therapy – or whatever they call it. Besides, if she ever tires of her immortal but fleeting life she can just ask Nick to help her solve her problems or murder or whatever makes her poof out. Otherwise she’s living at 100 at all times. But is has left a huge hole in her heart. The size of which is only comparable to a mickey of vodka. As a ghost she can’t get drunk or reduce any amount of her sobriety which has been… Trying.

Past that, Amara is still a person, sort of. She definitely has emotions she is just so quick to push them away that she doesn’t worry too much. She just tries to make sure she’s still around for another day, not matter what. Really, she’s afraid to die… Again. She has her lows, undoubtedly every once in a while Nick will even hear a few quiet tears and sniffling - even if he might now be able to tell just where Amara is. Even still, she’s still alive. And if you ask her, if she can still listen to Queen and get laid, she’s living her best life.

Once upon a time Amara was just a 22 year old girl who was getting engaged. Pretty young, honestly. But when you were raised by a single hippy botanist you tended to move quickly and in any direction that faced away. He was a nice enough man, but he was also lax to the extreme. Her girlfriend and soon to be fiance understood, it was a complicated situation at home. Her name was supposed to be Lucy though, so at least it wasn't that. Still, though it wasn't the easiest name for substitute teacher's to spell. Either way, she made a life of her own. She was studying in a small college setting to do electrician work - on the weekends and at nights her and her girlfriend partied and it was a simple but pretty fun life, frankly.

Amara's girlfriend's name was... It was... Well it's hard to recall things when you're dead. But she was definitely nice and had... Not blonde hair? Probably not. Regardless, they were meeting to go somewhere for something important, which was when Amara needed to fill up her gas tank. She decided she'd get one of those super tacky gas station post cards to remember the occasion. She knew the thing was happening – she just kind of… She… They were far apart? For some reason?

Anyway, she never made it out of the gas station. She actually never even managed to turn before taking a 12 gauge to the side of her body. She isn’t sure at all about… Well any of it. She just died, kind of randomly. But okay, let’s lift the mood – don’t want to be a downer. After that she… Well she wandered depressed, but cut her some slack! She just got shot with a shotgun! This isn’t Call of Duty that shit hurts!

About a year later she became less depressed and more, like, confused??? Why was she still here? What can she even do? The next two years were years of experimentation. She kind of forgot about her girlfriend except for the concept that she had one. It sounds bad, but, whatever she couldn’t help it. She quickly discovered that she could not, in fact, drink her way through the remaining years of her life. Which, speaking of which – do ghosts die twice? Research was done, and according to Dragon Ball Z – yep they do. They die twice and then they lose their cute lil halo and die forever so, yeah, avoid Kamehameha’s.

The past two years have been filled with late night hookups and biding time until she has enough energy to do that again. She recently started haunting rooming with a cop who she is pretty sure is also like a werewolf or something. So that’s like a 7/10 on the scale of 10/10 roommates. Now her days are filled with being pestered by Kait to be a better person, yelling at Nick to find a way for her to have more energy since working out isn’t physically possible, and trying to discover the actual Holy Grail. At least, as long as the Holy Grail is filled with a liquor that ghosts can drink. That’s the real prize.

_{heh, haunts}


Imagine a gladiatorial arena from ancient Rome. That is Yelena, okay – obviously there’s no fat white guy deciding the fate of the fighters, that’s just tinder. But generally speaking almost the exact same. It is a hunting ground, proving ground and – pretty sure there’s just a normal amount of ground there as well.


Mama always said, find something you’re good at..

She had a girlfriend, and assumedly a family?