<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1107.photobucket.com/albums/h398/NoctisNotimomentum/644016_445200972203577_1755126237_n.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Name: Viola Skyler<br/>Age: 17<br/>Fact: Daughter of one of the soul gatherors/escorts of the dead<br/>Race: Human Psychic/medium<br/>Gift: Can see, hear, touch, as well as speak to ghosts and seems to have her own "world" inside of her mind that is very real and parallel to the real one. It really is more of she can go to the spirit realm when she meditates hard enough.<br/>Hair color: Brown<br/>Eye color: Green<br/><br/>Being the child of a Gatherer is strange, technically she wasn't really related to a Ghost but her mother's blood mingled with her father's creating her. She loved her father even if he was hardly home ever. When he was he never really talked much just slept in the weird form he had. Though he sometimes liked to show her how to communicate with the dead, so she could help him. When a spirit was unappeased she would help him calm it - because she was able to touch and speak to them. Which was what she was doing now, talking to a ghost. The ghost was of one of the old cooks at the school who died in the kitchen in an accident. An elderly plump male ghost who was there to make sure the food tasted good - he would always add things to the food to make things taste good. Viola liked talking to him, he was fun and hardly ever was mean unless someone was bugging him or teasing him.<br/><br/>Viola was known to talk to ghosts, mainly because she was actually a medium for small shop in town. She had moved there not long ago when her uncle moved into town. So she transferred so she could live with him. Though her dad did bunk there once in a while. Laughing a little the girl walked towards the courtyard with the ghost, he was talking to her about how they used to make meat and rive balls and have fights with the students who were stuck after school. Viola was glad to know the ghost. He made her laugh and she wished he'd show to everyone and not to ones who had "sight". Sighing she looked up, still recovering from something funny she heard Mortimer say. Tilting her head she stopped, she was still new and didn't know very many people.<br/><br/>Looking to the ghost he told her all he knew which didn't help much. She waved to the ghost and walked over. Viola felt weird, called to help him. Like his soul was hurt. Yet she couldn't see it yet. Reaching to where he was by walking she stood in front of him and smiled, "H-hi." she said after feeling a brush. Looking back the ghost she had been talking to was urging her to talk to him before leaving to go back to the kitchen. The teen smiled down at him and waited quietly. She was a few feet from him, to give the athleete some space.