âIâm a hundred percent fine with that. We can also record them and show it to all campues when they scream bloody murder. It will be better than any Halloween movie,â Sybelle said. âAnd speaking of Halloween, I canât believe itâs going to be this saturday already. Time flies too fast,â she put the papers down. âHave you been able to take a look at our next case? It looks very interesting.â
"Torturing our students is 90% of our job description. I bet they wouldn't write another grammar-less paper again after that."Nora laughed. "It really does,and don't remind me. I'm happy to an allnighter here on saturday than see what kind of hellscape this campus will become," She said with a groan. "I have and it's already driving me up a wall.It makes no sense as to why the entity is picking now to hurt people.The client isn't the first new owner of the house, they've done work on the house before. Why now?"
Nora sat on top of her desk, staring at the same three papers from the briefing for what had to be the last three hours. Exasperated she crumpled them up, throwing them out the open door into the hall. âYou know, just once I would like a case with some whimsy. Why is it always a creepy mansion? What canât it something nice, like a fairy stuck in a well lit Dunkin Donuts?â She yelled at the whatever poor soul happened to be outside her office. âThis isnât going to be one of those easy, open and shut, be home in time to watch The Bachelorette cases is it?â
Sybelle sighed while she graded some papers. Her class was over and since she knew no one else was going to be using the place anytime soon, she took a seat there and took a pen. It was a good way to pass the time and Nathaniel still had some classes before they could go home and call it a day. She heard the door open and smiled because she knew who it was. Still, that didnât distract her from what she was doing. âI still canât believe how bad students write. They probably will have to take some grammar courses again to improve their skills. No job will hire them if they write like six year olds,â she commented, staring at some of the papers.
"Wanna trade classes?" Nora asked jokingly before sinking into a chair. "Mine write like thirteen year olds who forgot they had a book report due.The way they try to fit in 10 pages of bullshit is actually impressive sometimes." She said,putting her feet on the nearest desk."I think we should let them join us on cases for extra credit. Whomever doesn't run out screaming gets an A for the rest for the semester. What do you think?"
Occupation: Fiction Professor at Harvard University.
Team Position: Medium & Researcher.
Status: Closed.
Nora was raised on fairy tales and hope, her mother worked long hours so her grandmother would take her to her job at the library. She fell in love with literature and always knew she wanted to be a writer more than anything.
Her great grandmother was the last person to have the gift of mediumship and her grandmother told her that the gift was a blessing for her mother, all the beautiful things she would see beyond the veil and it skipped generations.
 Nora wanted to be just like her grandmother and great grandmother, the hero of a story but that changed when Nora turned six. She had inherited her great grandmotherâs gift but there were no blessings to be found. She saw monstrous things no child should see and she learned quickly that they would never go away.
Being the kid who saw dead people didnât exactly win friends and she made a decision after she turned sixteen to never tell anyone again in the hopes of a least pretending to be a normal girl.
By the time she started college she had created a brand new persona and rushed a popular sorority at her small midwestern school. Things were actually okay, her classes were great, she was starting to find friends in her sorority sisters until those same sisters locked her in the old basement of the old chapel on campus.
 They ignored her screams and pleading, thinking she was just being a baby. When one of them finally took pity on Nora and opened the basement door, they found her curled up in a corner, a section of her hair had turned white. Her mother took her back home and two weeks after that, her old college made news as bodies were found buried underneath the same chapel she was locked in.
She wanted to hide away for the rest of her life but her grandmother wouldnât let her, pushing her to continue her education and stop ignoring her gift. She chose to focus on the former of the two tasks, getting her phd in fiction while haphazardly using her gift for quick cash. She found her calling in teaching, guiding her students into loving literature and becoming better writers.
 When she was offered a teaching position at Harvard she jumped at the chance to do real work and to write like she had dreamed all those years ago. As she grew older, her gift evolved and it wasnât just the ghosts of the taken too soon she was seeing, more and more evil hate filled entities began to appear to her in every corner, sitting next to her students in class, evil had grown up with her, infecting the world around her.
 The death of her grandmother spurred her to finally take her gift seriously and like a good academic, she researched, and it wasnât long before she discovered the instituteâs work and the rest is history. She found like minded people who she could trust her with her gift. While every case brings out more and more darkness, she takes some comfort in the fact that she isnât alone anymore and whatever they face next, they face together.
Nora gives off serious academic vibes, sheâll argue her way out of a paper bag and has a great cold stare that would make the devil cry. She doesnât trust easily, but once sheâs decided youâre not going to lock her in a basement, she warms up and is very soft, like a puppy with a glock. She loves the team, you might just have to put her in a headlock to make her say it.
She doesnât like the dark, sheâs got more lights and candles in her apartment and office than whatâs probably legal. Nora is claustrophobic, a little more severe than she lets on, especially when thereâs a job to do, She does not like closed or locked doors for obvious reasons so her office door is always open, donât close it under any circumstances.
Because thereâs almost never not a time when sheâs seeing something, sheâs worked very hard to look people in the eye and not whatâs floating next to them. It takes some time to get use to it but if sheâs ever looking past you while having a conversation, sheâs not ignoring you, something is there.
Very self-conscious about the white in her hair and dyes it often but the dye can never seem to last more than a few days. If you enjoy living, pretend you donât see it.
Hi everyone! My laptop died but I really wanted to say hi at the very least! I'm P the admin and brains (?) behind this roleplay. I would be psyched to plot with everyone so just hit me up!
