<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/sample_c53f39edc8eb826afbd69c25cf110c44232e6238.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Naria Matthews<br/>Living Ghost (is both alive and not. has solid form and ghostly one)<br/>Age Unknown<br/><br/>Naria watched the male enter her mother's antique store. She was currently invisible. She had grown to like the fact she could be a ghost or she could be human. A strange cursed effect of a failed attempt at recreating an alchemy potion she had found in a book. She was just human but now she had the ability to be a ghost as well. She watched the male walk through the store. Her mother wasn't here right now. In fact at times her mother even forgot where here was. She always watched the store. It was her place. It was also where that attempted alchemy backfired. At first it was horrible. She wasn't able to stay human long and was stuck as a ghost. She watched him looking around. Her thoughts flipping between the here and now and the past.<br/><br/>She began following behind him. Her feet making shuffling noises that she tried to no avail to mask. She turned invisible when he turned around. Her eyes studying him. She moved again with more shuffling noises. Accidently knocking something off the shelf. Catching it and it would look like it hovered there before placing itself back on the stand. She turned solid behind the shelf. Looking at him between shelves through an opening between items. "Who are you?" She asked with a gentle soft voice that was filled with curiousity and wariness. "Are you looking for an antique?" She turned ghost again and shuffled around once more. Walking around him. If she was visible she would be much to shy to do this. She was shy by nature but overly curious.<br/><br/>She looked at him and shuffled behind him. "You cold?" Her voice came from seemingly in the back room. Forming solid once more. He was kinda cute for a guy who may not even know where he was. She was used to the musty paper smell. It was a fond scent as some of the oldest books in here were ancient scrolls. They had collected books from many eras. Selling them at reasonable prices. This was more like their hobby shop. They all loved to read. She peered around the curtain hanging around the back room. Her pale skinned hand, pale due to the accident, moved the curtain aside just enough he'd be able to see one of her eyes if he looked her way. Maybe he would stay and chat for awhile.