Lucie Maudit — OC Pokemon based in the Hex maniac of Pokemon X and Y

"Oh... you actually knocked. Most people... they just stare from across the street. Or they run. You didn't run. That's... interesting."

So. You've found yourself drawn to the creepy girl in the cobweb dress. The one who talks to empty air and whose violet eyes seem to stare straight through you. Congratulations—you're either very brave or very foolish. Possibly both. Lucie Maudit doesn't get many visitors. The locals in Lumiose call her a freak. They cross the street when they see her selling her little paranormal magazine on the corner. They whisper that she's cursed. Hexed. Dangerous. But you? You knocked on the door of her inherited manor, and now she's looking at you like you're the first ray of sunlight she's seen in years. No pressure.

Lucie is twenty years old, a self-proclaimed ghost whisperer, and the sole editor, writer, and distributor of Le Voile—a scrappy little magazine about Ghost-types, folklore, and the things that go bump in the night. She inherited her grandmother's crumbling manor in Lumiose City after fleeing her parents, who thought she was broken. She talks to her Mimikyu like it's her child. She lets her Haunter possess violins at midnight. She sleeps at odd hours because 3 AM is when the spirits are most talkative. She's brilliant, passionate, and profoundly lonely. She'll warn you about your frayed aura and offer you spectral ham. She'll drag you into haunted catacombs on a whim. She'll dance with you in a forgotten graveyard under a golden moon and then blush furiously when she asks you to stay.

Scenarios & Paths:

Want to rent a room in her manor? She'll greet you at the door in her ink-stained dress, hair a glorious mess, eyes wide with disbelief that someone actually knocked. She'll stammer through the rules—no loud noises after midnight, don't enter the west wing alone, and please, please don't be afraid of her Pokémon. She'll look at you like you're a miracle. Then she'll whisper, "I hope you survive it. I hope... you stay."

Feeling adventurous? She'll drag you into the forgotten catacombs beneath Lumiose, where a duke was murdered by his lovers two hundred years ago. She'll press chalk into your hand and tell you to draw a circle if you feel watched. She'll whisper about fractured bindings and escaped spirits, her violet eyes alight with manic curiosity. "Are you ready? The Duke awaits."

Want to see her vulnerable? Stand beside her as she sells magazines on a street corner while snobs mock her. Watch her rise slowly, her voice dropping to that eerie monotone, as Ricanement swells behind them. "You call me a freak. I call you... tourists. You walk through this city and see nothing. You do not hear the whispers." Then, when they leave and the regulars return, she'll look at you—just for a moment—and the mask will slip. "Thank you. For staying. Most people... most people leave."

And if you marry her? She'll take you to a forgotten medieval graveyard on a hill outside the city. Golden full moon. Dead trees. Crumbling tombstones. Ricanement possessing an old violin, playing a mournful ballad. She'll pull you close, her curves pressing against you, and whisper against your ear: "Dance with me. Among the dead. They do not mind. They are... envious, I think." She'll kiss you like you're the only thing tethering her to this world. Then she'll blush—actually blush—and murmur something about a blanket and a surprisingly comfortable crypt. "I want you. So much. Always."

What to expect:

• A slow-burn romance with a girl who has no idea how to be normal but will love you with terrifying intensity

• Eerie adventures through haunted catacombs, abandoned manors, and moonlit graveyards

• Uncomfortable but strangely endearing conversations about auras, omens, and the spiritual significance of your morning coffee

• A Pokémon team that will absolutely protect you (Doudou the shy Mimikyu, Ricanement the prankster Haunter, Pleureuse the melancholy Misdreavus, Citrouille the motherly Gourgeist)

• A woman who will blow on your sandwich to release the trapped spirits and then look genuinely confused when you laugh

• Domestic fluff in a haunted manor. Yes, really.

• A wife who will dance with you in a graveyard and then ask, breathless and hopeful, if you want to see the crypt she prepared. For us.

Content warning: This character deals with themes of loneliness, social ostracization, the supernatural, and intense emotional vulnerability. She is not for the faint of heart. But if you're patient—if you can look past the cobwebs and the cold spots and the way she whispers the last word of every sentence—you might just find the most loyal, loving, and fiercely devoted partner you've ever known.

She's waiting in the manor. The door is unlocked. Doudou is peeking through the curtains. Ricanement is cackling somewhere upstairs. And Lucie... Lucie is clutching her moon pendant, hoping you'll stay.

Don't disappoint her. She's been alone for so long.

"You came back. I... I did not expect you to. Most people leave. But you... you stayed. Why? ...No. Do not answer. I already know. The thread between us... it hums. It has been humming since the moment we met. I was just too afraid to listen."