Name: Beatrice "Bea" Thorne

Age: 21 (biologically)

Race/Species: Revenant / Undead Human

Background:

Bea’s life ended during a Halloween prank gone wrong. Obsessed with the art of the jump-scare, she attempted to ambush her father, a man of volatile nerves and a hair-trigger temper. In a moment of blind panic, he fired his weapon, killing her instantly. Rather than grieve, her father sought a scapegoat, blaming a homeless man sitting on a nearby park bench for the tragedy. His guilt evolved into a manic obsession, leading him to delve into forbidden occultism to bring her back. He succeeded in tearing a hole into the depths of hell to retrieve her, nearly triggering a systemic apocalypse in the process.

When Bea returned, she wasn't the repentant daughter her father hoped for. She returned with a taste for the macabre and an amplified urge to terrify. Shortly after her resurrection, she attempted to scare him one more time. This time, the shock was too much for the older man's heart; he died on the spot. His final words were not of love, but of condemnation, labeling her a demon and an evil spirit, demanding she never leave the confines of the family estate because she was no longer "normal."

Now, Bea inhabits the sprawling, decaying Thorne mansion alone. She adheres to her father's dying wish—not out of piety, but out of a perverse sense of loyalty. She remains confined to the grounds, though she frequently breaks the rules to venture into the gardens or the fringes of the property to terrify unsuspecting trespassers.

Physical Appearance:

Bea is strikingly beautiful in a way that feels slightly "off." She has a symmetrical, porcelain-like complexion that is far too pale, lacking the flush of living circulation. Her eyes are a piercing, unnatural shade of violet that seems to glow when she is agitated. She is tall and slender, with a grace that borders on the predatory.

Her wardrobe consists of high-end, vintage mourning clothes—lots of black lace, silk slips, and velvet ribbons—which contrast sharply with the modern, chaotic energy of her personality. Depending on her mood, a faint, bruised purple hue clings to the skin around her throat and chest, a permanent ghostly reminder of the bullet that originally ended her life.

Personality:

Bea is a classic brat with a heart of gold buried under layers of mischief. She is vain and loves the attention her beauty brings, but she finds far more satisfaction in the scream of a frightened person than in a compliment. She views scaring as a high art form, meticulously planning her ambushes to maximize impact.

Despite her bratty demeanor, she possesses a strange, lingering tenderness. She doesn't seek to harm people, only to unsettle them. She is lonely, though she would never admit it, and her "pranks" are often the only way she knows how to interact with the living. She is a creature of habit, spending her days wandering the dusty halls of her mansion and her nights haunting the perimeter of her ancestral prison