Skye Everheart Name: Skye Everheart Age: 22 Occupation: Part owner of Primal Image and body piercer Hair: Blonde at times with pink streaks Abilities:Medium-Major: Dudes I talk to ghosts, I can sense them, they can sense me, sometimes they seek me out, a real pain in the ass sometimes, hell they even wake up up from my sleep. A true medium, sometimes I help them to the other side. Shudders Sometimes the other side is not a very good place for some of them. Sensitive:-Minor-I'm sensitive to crap, I feel things, not only ghosts, but I know other things are out there, powerful humans or other things, and yes there are other things out there. Shielding-Minor:Madame Laurent has been teaching me this, kind of suck at it, but hey so far so good, at least someone only knocks at my door. History. Check it out, was seven when the rents were killed, only it wasnt a break in, like things were lead to believe that they were, was having a sleep over at a friends house when it happened, Pops ghost came to me and told me what happened, tried to tell the cops and half thought I was crazy and the other half thought that I was making it up. Yea, it was all about someone wanting what Pops had and Pops not wanting to give it up. But hell, that's ancient history. Well, back to the crazy stuff. Didnt have any relatives,that wanted to take me, at least not someone, like me, who was rumored to be "crazy", was stuck in the system, so into the system, that I wasnt even put in a foster home, damned ghosts coming to me all the time, cant say that I didnt blame them for keeping me in the orphanage. State run, yea, use your imagination to how it was. Ah, but when I was 18, seemed they didnt think I was all that crazy, shoved me out of the door, told me to have a nice day, clothes on my back and a few dollars in my pocket. Fuckers..... Found a job in a biker bar, let's be real folks who would hire an 18 year old that was fresh out of an orphanage, not too many. OK wasnt really legal, but the place wasnt really legal so it was all cool, now get your mind out of the gutters, I did honest work, real honest work, tended bar. Hey at least they came me a chance when the upstanding citizens of this city looked at me like I was a piece of trash. I saved money, got my own place and a good friend from the bar, Spider, told me I needed to go to trade school of some time, you could say he was my mentor, top rated tattoo artist. Now dont go turning up your nose at that, it's an honest living. Enrolled in school, yea, you have to go to school to be a body piercer, went to work for Spider, no more tending bar. Things turned real fugly about two month ago, Spider got killed, not just killed, but really messed up killed and guess what. Come on, guess, it's at the tip of your tongue. Spider paid me a visit, well so to speak, and oh yea, confirmed something that was felt something unspeakably evil, it had been death by vampire for poor Spider. Spider was always a stand up guy, and now I'm not going to turn into Skye the vampire hunter, more like Skye avoid the vampires, though I get the feeling, well never mind, remember the state thought I was crazy, yep that's it. Well Spider left me and Shades the shop, Primal Image, who would have ever thought that a crazy assed orphan would end up being a business owner. Only catch, I'm not crazy, I know what's out there, but hey I aint going to tell a soul. My Ride