::Skeleton:: Name: Kaity Halloe Over/Under: Under Gender: Female Age: 14 Species: Human Personality: Shy, quiet Appearance: black wavy hair that hangs just below her shoulders, VERY light green-blue eyes, slightly pale skin, wears a dark blue ragged ball-gown when playing, but usually wears a pair of tight black pants, a long-sleeved white shirt with thumbholes, and a pair of soft-sole army boot-like shoes everywhere else. History: When she was young, her house burnt down and her entire family was killed. It is believed to be an arsenic fire. She knows what her family looked like, but not their names or hers. Wants to try and find the person who supposedly set fire to her house. Employment (if any): plays cello on the street with the case propped open for coins Other: Has a large black wolf named Haven that keeps her company

Kaity walked down the street to her usual spot, weaving through the bodies pressed close together. Reaching the shop, she stepped through the door and made the bell jingle merrily. "Who is it?" said Felicitie, the fortune-teller. Technically, it wasn't her shop, it belonged to her cousins; but she claimed ownership anyway, and the sign outside read MADAM FELICITIE WOODE'S FORTUNES. Tarot Cards - Seances - Crystal Ball. "Me," Kaity replied. "I don't know why you ask, I'm usually the only one in here." Felicitie scowled."Oh, hush your tongue..."