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lover of horror and everything retro and wierd
priscylla CHERRY lovette ,
Born november 27th 1..9ā¦ā¦.XXā¦ā¦redacted at 3:00am on a very peculiar, and very red , and very stormy, early morning. Crimson stained the dark sky and thunder rattled the windows but the most memorable part of that early morning was the mesmerizing š š”š®ššæš red hair that came with lady miss Cylla.
Although she might come across as a snob or someone very stuck-up, being a lovette heiress and all, from the moment she could walk, Priscylla was fascinated by all things strange and supernatural. She was obsessed with anything others might close their eyes at. She spent countless hours wandering the endless halls of Lovette Manor, carefully listing every ghostly presence she claimed to sense while inventing elaborate histories for each one. The servants often found her speaking to empty rooms as though carrying on perfectly ordinary conversations. But her curiosity didnāt just stop there.
Priscylla frequently disappeared into the manorās ancient cellar, rumored to be haunted for generations, where she concocted āpotionsā from wild herbs, rainwater, flower petals, and whatever strange ingredients she could find in the cellar. Though most of these mixtures accomplished nothing more than creating terrible smells, Priscylla remained convinced that one day she would uncover genuine magic or perhaps even a mythical eldritch mystery that had went unsolved for hundreds of years . . . . . . . perhaps . . . Just maybe??????????????
It wasnāt until one particularly windy fall afternoon that the gang met ā though, of course, they werenāt known as āthe gangā back then.
Tragedy had recently struck Crystal Cove. Earlier that morning, a monstrous creature had rampaged through the center of town, reducing the historic town clock to rubble before vanishing without a trace. In the blink of an eye the entire town had gathered around searching for answers.
Among the crowd stood Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and Priscylla Lovette, each investigating the scene for their own reasons. Even at the age of 9 and 10 they each felt a compulsion for mystery solving. While examining the debris, all four noticed the same strange clue: a trail of deep crimson dust leading away from the destroyed clock tower and toward the abandoned Blackwood factory on the outskirts of town ā the old family-owned factory belonging to the Blackwoods, the family of Priscyllaās best friend ( and secret crush ), Blair Blackwood. Independently, and without knowing it, each decided to follow it.
As fate would have it, Shaggy Rogers and his Great Dane, Scooby-Doo, accidentally stumbled upon the mystery entirely by chance after taking a wrong turn while searching for a new sandwich shop and finding themselves at the very same abandoned factory.
When they all noticed each other and realized they were all there for the same thing ( well most of them ) they decided to put their minds together and solve this mystery.
A week later the monster had been unmasked and the mystery solved. After that first case, they found it difficult to separate and therefore never truly did. For the next few months whenever a new mystery arose, they somehow always found themselves together again. What began as a chance encounter soon became an unbreakable friendship ā and before long, Crystal Cove knew them simply as the curious group of teenagers always sticking their noses into mysteries ā and, more often than not, solving them ( who are we kidding they always solved them . . . eventually ).
ā IF THE APOCALYPSE COMES, BEEP ME. ā
If the world is ever on the verge of coming to an end because of an apocalypse, or an alien invasion, or any monster-related situation and in need of help, Priscylla can be found . . . . . .
Smoking ā± getting high in the back of the mystery machine with scooby , barty , evan , marlene , sirius and shaggy , In her laboratory testing new potions , Hanging around Blackwood mansion , Solving mysterious with the gang , Using her tarot cards and having a seance , Listening to music on her vintage cherry red record player , Reading novels at the local graveyard , Dancing in only a red pendant under the blood moon , At cheer practice dodging the monster that stalks the sports field , Searching for the all red room that haunts her dreams , in her scarlett grotto ( bedroom ) looking through one of the 100 fangoria magazines sprawled across her chamber floor
Or maybe even repeating the words DIE! DIE! DIE! over and over again when the catching monsters part of mystery solving doesnāt go quite as planned . . . . . . yeah this girl has had enough of weirdoes dressing up as zombies , and werewolves , and ghouls.
WHERE ARE ALL THE REAL MONSTERS!? something that runs though her mind 24/7
will I complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise after a thousand years lipping flowers and set my teeth in the silver of the moon
her hair ; the colour of sweet candy apples . her name ; the tiny ruby twin heart shaped fruit . her colour ;
Red had been her colour since the day she was born. The Lovette Manor was draped in red, her family wore nothing but red, and her lineage had long inherited that magnificent, daunting crimson-stained hair. Yet none had ever seemed as vibrant or mesmerizing as hers. It felt as though, for her family, red was merely a tradition ā something bestowed upon them, passed down through generations. But with Priscylla, it was as if she was red itself. Her family embraced only its beautiful sides : roses, red velvet, lipstick. Priscylla, however, embodied red in its entirety ā every ugly, messy part of it. Pomegranates split open, blood spilled, hearts torn apart. She was passion and violence, beauty and rage, love and gore, love and death. To understand and see Priscylla was to understand and see red not only as a colour, but as a force of nature ā captivating, consuming, and impossible to forget.
While she would never dare call herself any colour but red, she refused to be confined to it for the rest of her life. She was too expressive, too stubborn for that. So although she primarily wore red, it was often disrupted ā splashes of bright blue, green, and yellow thrown into the fabric of her clothes like sudden bursts of defiance against the crimson-coded tradition her family had bound themselves to.
remember if youāre ever having suspicions that your home is being haunted or that youāre being followed by a monster CALL 949 - 555 - MYSTERYINC
