(Kirk Grimm)
The soft sound of a ghostly breeze rustled through the grass and leaves. In the distance, the cathedral loomed like a sentinel of times long passed and religions long forgotten. Only the faintest of moonlight shone through the faded stained glass windows, some jagged and broken from vandalism. Vines that had grown dormant in the turning of the season clung to the ornate architecture as nature painstakingly attempted to reclaim this abandoned land. For years, rumors of hauntings and demonic summoning had circulated Evelon. Myths and speculations of what the strange beings in the glass and peeling paintings inside were, and how they were worshiped drifted across groups of religious scholars and occultists. Many who had entered returned unwilling to speak of their experience beyond the eroded threshold.
Inside, a dank, musty smell hung heavy in the air. Dust particles danced in the dim beams of light, which offered little respite from the consuming blackness. The amount of destruction inside was much less than one would expect for such an ancient building. Most of the decay came from age, with a few exceptions. Artifacts that would have been found near or on the altar had long since been taken by robbers and archaeologists. Some ended up in museums, others on the black market to be used for recreating ancient rituals.
An old staircase wound its way up into the darkness. Very few had stayed long enough to make it up those stairs, and those who did rarely spoke of what they had seen. It has been said that the bell tower is home to a long dead soul who guards the church. Little do they know just how cursed this soul is...
(Paranormal investigators or other spirit workers preferred. My goal is to find someone who can break the curse which binds him to this location. I've never rp'd him before so I'll be getting to know his personality as we go along. All I know for sure is that he's Scottish.
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How can you see into my eyes like open doors,
Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb,
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back home...
Kirk Grimm