[[bio is a wip here- tl;dr is she is a shaman who is Very Old and Blunt but also a bit of sass and a balance maker.]]
[arrival.
...WHUMF. Ow, that super hurts to land right on the floor of whatever bedroom someone is in. There's a sudden woman who looks really out of place, complete with a deer skull on her head and neon antlers. She's swearing under her breath, really annoyed at this change of pace.] Nem fodendo?! I didn't plan to make a goddamn jump-
[Sorry, it may take a second or two for her to realize someone else is there.
currently residing.
There is definitely a couple sitting at the dining room table that wasn't there five minutes ago. And there may or may not be a boy running around the room knocking shit over as he plays with his toys. For some, this is incredibly terrifying and they have no idea what's going on- but thankfully there's also a woman in the same room who looks incredibly unphased by all of this, a cup of what looks like cold coffee in her hands. The best part? She's very clearly not a ghost.
Standing in the room, she watches these corporeal figures go about their daily lives, stares at them for a good long moment, before she grabs the chair on one end of the table and drags it towards herself. Without even missing a beat, she sits in it, ignoring the fact that the couple now is freaking out over the chair "moving by itself." Xamã pulls out a thin clear material and unfurls it, revealing it to be a newspaper made out of neon. The stories on the pages actually change as she looks at it, reads over the news, before she stops and looks up again. The couple is trying to move the chair back with her in it, and failing pretty spectacularly.]
Hey. [She lowers the newspaper, raising a brow at whoever is looking at her. Yeah, she's known you've been watching this entire spectacle.] I know when someone's staring. What's up?
[network. un: shaman]
right. so. anyone here familiar with the supernatural? possessions. ghosts. angels. demons. any of that shit. being here doesn't count.
[wildcard.
I'm p much open to anything! Hmu and I'll run with it.]
xamã | original character
[arrival.
...WHUMF. Ow, that super hurts to land right on the floor of whatever bedroom someone is in. There's a sudden woman who looks really out of place, complete with a deer skull on her head and neon antlers. She's swearing under her breath, really annoyed at this change of pace.] Nem fodendo?! I didn't plan to make a goddamn jump-
[Sorry, it may take a second or two for her to realize someone else is there.
currently residing.
There is definitely a couple sitting at the dining room table that wasn't there five minutes ago. And there may or may not be a boy running around the room knocking shit over as he plays with his toys. For some, this is incredibly terrifying and they have no idea what's going on- but thankfully there's also a woman in the same room who looks incredibly unphased by all of this, a cup of what looks like cold coffee in her hands. The best part? She's very clearly not a ghost.
Standing in the room, she watches these corporeal figures go about their daily lives, stares at them for a good long moment, before she grabs the chair on one end of the table and drags it towards herself. Without even missing a beat, she sits in it, ignoring the fact that the couple now is freaking out over the chair "moving by itself." Xamã pulls out a thin clear material and unfurls it, revealing it to be a newspaper made out of neon. The stories on the pages actually change as she looks at it, reads over the news, before she stops and looks up again. The couple is trying to move the chair back with her in it, and failing pretty spectacularly.]
Hey. [She lowers the newspaper, raising a brow at whoever is looking at her. Yeah, she's known you've been watching this entire spectacle.] I know when someone's staring. What's up?
[network. un: shaman]
right. so.
anyone here familiar with the supernatural?
possessions.
ghosts.
angels.
demons.
any of that shit.
being here doesn't count.
[wildcard.
I'm p much open to anything! Hmu and I'll run with it.]