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Welcome to Havenwood

I have to say I did get a slight creep factor from your post Mole. Though in the back of my head I think I’ve been ruined from certain hub related sites.

Get out of my room step-sis

@Tally Dor

*side eye*

Welcome to Havenwood

Azrael Moretti || Location: Havenwood morgue

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"Night started to fall, then it fell, till it was lying all over the ground."

John Marsden, The Dead of Night

The female weather reporter's voice crackled through the static of the old box TV in the corner of the morgue, chiming in that Kansas was settling in for a freezing night at 38°F. "Brrr, isn't that chilling?" she remarked.

Azrael was only half-listening, her focus mostly on humming along to a tune as she prepared documents in her office. Another death in Havenwood. The police report was vague and hastily written, providing little detail. The body hadn't been a pretty sight on arrival, but with Azrael's magical touch-ups, it now looked almost lifelike.

As Havenwood's sole mortician, the weight of the work fell solely on Azrael's shoulders. Processes were delayed, the workload piled up, and the bereaved endured longer-than-average waits to bid their final farewells - funeral drama had become the norm lately. Azrael desperately needed an apprentice, yet she could scarcely find a moment to catch her breath.

Tension built in her temples and she pursed her lips pensively. What had been the colour of the latest decedent's eyes? With a heavy sigh, Azrael strode towards the storage room. "Number... 62," she whispered, her gaze sweeping across the numerous doors concealing the bodies within.

Azrael soon spotted the faded '62' marking the door. Gripping the handle, she braced her shoulder and pulled it open, revealing the body within. As soon as Azrael locked eyes with the corpse, it dropped its mouth into a gaping 'O', whispers of 'help' pouring forth. Wasting no time, Azrael quickly pushed the tray back into the dark cavity, slamming the door with a resounding thud. "Vaffanculo," she cursed. "Esci di fra coglioni!"

Azrael heaved a weary sigh. Ever since that unsettling case a year prior, these phantoms continued to haunt her consciousness. Was someone harbouring ill intentions, casting her the evil eye? Or perhaps it was the bad karma those American interlopers had left in their wake. Whatever the cause, it was hindering her ability to focus on her work.

"Ah, brown eyes." Azrael hummed cheerfully, her eyes sparkling with positivity despite the gloom that seemed to envelop her. Though the silent town of Havenwood offered little respite, she clung to the belief that her optimistic outlook would one day be rewarded. For now, it was simply another night, and tomorrow promised no exception.

What Are You Listening To?

I got a type.

Lake of Mirrors 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌

a resident of Welcome to Havenwood || currently at: Havenwood morgue

Azrael, The Grave Keeper

Name

Azrael Moretti

Age

28

Occupation

Mortician

Appearance

Azrael is a robust, 28-year-old Italian woman with a no-nonsense air about her. Her olive complexion is a testament to her Mediterranean heritage, and her eyes, a charming mix of hazelnut and gold, often light up with a mischievous glint. Despite her heavy build, she moves with surprising grace, a necessity in her line of work. Her dark, curly hair is usually tied back in a practical bun to keep it from obstructing her view as she navigates the macabre scenes she's often called to attend.

Personality

Bubbly and pragmatic, Azrael's warmth belies the gravity of her work. With a penchant for dark humour and an unshakeable optimism, she has a knack for making others feel at ease amidst the most sombre of circumstances. Despite her sometimes morbid jokes, she treats the deceased with utmost respect and professionalism. Beneath her cheerful exterior, however, lies a carefully guarded vulnerability and a deep fascination with the mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife.

Background

Witnessing her Nonna's slow decline and peaceful death left a profound impact. While grieving, she was strangely drawn to the process of preparing the body for burial, finding a sense of order and closure in the ritual. As she grew older, Azrael apprenticed with a traditional family-run funeral home in Italy. She learned the art of embalming, restoration, and grief counselling, but also encountered ancient funerary practices and whispered tales of spiritual connection to the departed. Azrael was drawn by a cryptic advertisement for a mortician in the remote town of Havenwood, Azrael saw an opportunity for both professional growth and a chance to escape the expectations of her family in Italy.

The Touch

During a particularly gruesome case – the body of a hunter found mutilated in the woods – Azrael was alone in the embalming room. As she worked, she swore she heard a faint whisper coming from the body, a plea for help. Shrugging it off as exhaustion, she continued her work. But the whispers became more frequent, more distinct, eventually forming coherent words. Every odd body, Azrael would hear the whispers of corpses, never totally understanding their meanings.

Weakness(es)

Due to the whispering corpses she has to endure, Azrael found herself insomniac. Even if she knows why she cannot sleep, she doesn't discuss it out of fear it becoming reality. She is constantly on the edge, maintaining rationality with her will to work and look happy.

Motivations

As the town's only living mortician, Azrael has a professional drive to stay in the town. Whether it was to seek answers for her condition or lay lost souls to rest, she would stay in Havenwood until someone, or something, gave her the truth.

Welcome to Havenwood

Azrael, The Grave Keeper

Name

Azrael Moretti

Age

28

Occupation

Mortician

Appearance

Azrael is a robust, 28-year-old Italian woman with a no-nonsense air about her. Her olive complexion is a testament to her Mediterranean heritage, and her eyes, a charming mix of hazelnut and gold, often light up with a mischievous glint. Despite her heavy build, she moves with surprising grace, a necessity in her line of work. Her dark, curly hair is usually tied back in a practical bun to keep it from obstructing her view as she navigates the macabre scenes she's often called to attend.

Personality

Bubbly and pragmatic, Azrael's warmth belies the gravity of her work. With a penchant for dark humour and an unshakeable optimism, she has a knack for making others feel at ease amidst the most sombre of circumstances. Despite her sometimes morbid jokes, she treats the deceased with utmost respect and professionalism. Beneath her cheerful exterior, however, lies a carefully guarded vulnerability and a deep fascination with the mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife.

Background

Witnessing her Nonna's slow decline and peaceful death left a profound impact. While grieving, she was strangely drawn to the process of preparing the body for burial, finding a sense of order and closure in the ritual. As she grew older, Azrael apprenticed with a traditional family-run funeral home in Italy. She learned the art of embalming, restoration, and grief counselling, but also encountered ancient funerary practices and whispered tales of spiritual connection to the departed. Azrael was drawn by a cryptic advertisement for a mortician in the remote town of Havenwood, Azrael saw an opportunity for both professional growth and a chance to escape the expectations of her family in Italy.

The Touch

During a particularly gruesome case – the body of a hunter found mutilated in the woods – Azrael was alone in the embalming room. As she worked, she swore she heard a faint whisper coming from the body, a plea for help. Shrugging it off as exhaustion, she continued her work. But the whispers became more frequent, more distinct, eventually forming coherent words. Every odd body, Azrael would hear the whispers of corpses, never totally understanding their meanings.

Weakness(es)

Due to the whispering corpses she has to endure, Azrael found herself insomniac. Even if she knows why she cannot sleep, she doesn't discuss it out of fear it becoming reality. She is constantly on the edge, maintaining rationality with her will to work and look happy.

Motivations

As the town's only living mortician, Azrael has a professional drive to stay in the town. Whether it was to seek answers for her condition or lay lost souls to rest, she would stay in Havenwood until someone, or something, gave her the truth.

Welcome to Havenwood

5 days later, and here is my character. Brain fried atm. Little details on purpose. If you need something background/weakness related for the RP, discuss with me via DM or discord, whatever your flavour of the month.

Azrael, The Grave Keeper

Name

Azrael Moretti

Age

28

Occupation

Mortician

Appearance

Azrael is a robust, 28-year-old Italian woman with a no-nonsense air about her. Her olive complexion is a testament to her Mediterranean heritage, and her eyes, a charming mix of hazelnut and gold, often light up with a mischievous glint. Despite her heavy build, she moves with surprising grace, a necessity in her line of work. Her dark, curly hair is usually tied back in a practical bun to keep it from obstructing her view as she navigates the macabre scenes she's often called to attend.

Personality

Bubbly and pragmatic, Azrael's warmth belies the gravity of her work. With a penchant for dark humour and an unshakeable optimism, she has a knack for making others feel at ease amidst the most sombre of circumstances. Despite her sometimes morbid jokes, she treats the deceased with utmost respect and professionalism. Beneath her cheerful exterior, however, lies a carefully guarded vulnerability and a deep fascination with the mysteries surrounding death and the afterlife.

Background

Witnessing her Nonna's slow decline and peaceful death left a profound impact. While grieving, she was strangely drawn to the process of preparing the body for burial, finding a sense of order and closure in the ritual. As she grew older, Azrael apprenticed with a traditional family-run funeral home in Italy. She learned the art of embalming, restoration, and grief counselling, but also encountered ancient funerary practices and whispered tales of spiritual connection to the departed. Azrael was drawn by a cryptic advertisement for a mortician in the remote town of Havenwood, Azrael saw an opportunity for both professional growth and a chance to escape the expectations of her family in Italy.

The Touch

During a particularly gruesome case – the body of a hunter found mutilated in the woods – Azrael was alone in the embalming room. As she worked, she swore she heard a faint whisper coming from the body, a plea for help. Shrugging it off as exhaustion, she continued her work. But the whispers became more frequent, more distinct, eventually forming coherent words. Every odd body, Azrael would hear the whispers of corpses, never totally understanding their meanings.

Weakness(es)

Due to the whispering corpses she has to endure, Azrael found herself insomniac. Even if she knows why she cannot sleep, she doesn't discuss it out of fear it becoming reality. She is constantly on the edge, maintaining rationality with her will to work and look happy.

Motivations

As the town's only living mortician, Azrael has a professional drive to stay in the town. Whether it was to seek answers for her condition or lay lost souls to rest, she would stay in Havenwood until someone, or something, gave her the truth.

Welcome to Havenwood

I gotta sleep shortly (and a mountain of other irl things to attend to _lectures), but I'm in a creative slump for a CRPG I'm working on and this looks like something outside of my comfort zone that I'm willing to try. _{please don't look at my past posts I haven't done anything great in like 3 or so years oh god.}

So here's a quick question: how badly would a mortician mess up the rp?

What Are You Listening To?

Do you like jazz? I do. Happy Pancake Day! 🥞

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?