TILLIS, IRENE human

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POSITIVE TRAITS[break]
✚ strategical
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✚ thoughtful
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✚ easygoing
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✚ willful
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✚ idealistic
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NEGATIVE TRAITS[break]
✚ steely
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✚ egotistical
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✚ charmless
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✚ loudmouthed
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✚ gluttonous
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everyone has a fear. there are simple ones and there are ones you must conquer in order to survive. but have you ever watched a scary movie, dear reader? of course you have! the're unavoidable, after all. to he trailers you see on television to talkshow absolutely riveted with them so badly the mere thought of one isn't frightening anymore. but! here in the the stormy place of shirley pines; your nightmares become a terrifying reality.

"it was a dark and stormy night—" no, really! you know every story that starts off like that isn't going to have a good end, am i right? shirley pines is a small rural town; farms and family-owned convenience stores and the like. but the thing is it always seems empty... dark, too. and it's always raining! the moon can barely be seen behind dark and brooding thunder clouds. the only light given are the streetlamps but those are always flicking on and off and lightning striking in the distance. there is no noise except for the occasional clap of thunder and the pitter-patter of rain on cobblestone streets, and your own breathing, of course. stay calm, dear reader! take deep breaths and continue on your merry way (which might not be too merry at all).[break][break]

all the buildings are small and bunched together, made of wood and sagging to the side due to the rain being soaked into the pores of the wood and the locals letting it sit there and rot without repairs. speaking of locals: where are they? sometimes you'll see a shadow of a human, darting off into alleyways and watching you as you walk along, but they don't seem to bother you or even speak to you. titanic sized pine trees sway silently all around you— this place isn't called shirley pines for no reason! thickly clumped together and making a rather frightening sized forest surrounding the town. don't go in the forest, dear reader! because as they say, many things go bump in the night... such as that rumor of an ax-wielding mask wearing madman, who lives there. but don't worry, dear reader! he won't bite. well— just don't enter the forest and you won't have to find out, right?

there's an old bench, right there, you see it? yeah. it's dusty and seems as if nobody has sat down or even bothered to give it a lick of attention in ages. besides, it really unstable and creaks when you sit down on it. if you sit down on the left side and put your weight into it, the bench will topple over and you'll slide into a portal that looks like a manhole. there's a rush of darkness and stagnant smelling air all around you; and it seems as if you're falling down for hours, but you land rather ungracefully on your bum into a muddy puddle. and you have arrived: shirley pines awaits.

"the locals" you don't really get a good look at them. sometimes the flash of something moving in the corner of your eye, then it's gone. but don't worry! it's simply your new neighbors! they're awfully paranoid and easily spooked, and flighty and don't seem to stay in one place for too long. sometimes when you're really lucky you'll seem them all bunched into a group and whispering. in their fully glory they're shadowy figures with chattering voices and sad eyes. they speak slowly; and don't worry, dear reader! they're completely harmless.[break][break]

"him" he is to be not spoken of, the skeleton of every shadowy figure in shirley pines closets. he lives in the woods surrounding the town— and he is the reason they cannot leave. he is the boogeyman, the monster your children say lives under their bed, or in your terms: the local murderer. he's the main antagonist in irene's dreamworld. he strikes without warning if you're in the woods for too long, and irene has been brutally murdered each time she tries to leave... including the rest of the locals. good thing she simply wakes up when she dies, right?

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here comes a candle to light you to bed, here's the chopper to chop off your head![break][break]

irene is that local weird kid everyone knows but never speaks to in school. her family is filthy stinking rich, so everyone wonders how she became so... awkward. she's a little bit too intense, a maniacal glint in her green eyes when she speaks of her lucid (and vivid) dreams she had every night. her mother forced her to go to counselling to get everything sorted out correctly so her daughter can have a normal life. but irene's life is far from normal as it can get.