The Spirits

Darkness

 Name: Darkness (unoriginal, yes I know. I was 14 at the time...)

Age (real age + age  appear): 538, but appears to be 15.

Appearance: Tall and far too skinny. Not pretend "way too skinny", but a malnourished, muscleless, disturbing thin. Dark has grey skin, slightly darker than Pitch's, and it looks almost dead. Combined with her pure black eyes and expressionless face she's pretty damn creepy. Her hair is a long mane of pure darkness, tendrils that cling to the shadows she passes and lengthen depending on the light.

Human or spirit: Spirit.

Centre (if spirit): Darkness, the shadows.

Abilities (if spirit): She can mould the shadows into whatever she wants. Clothing, weapons- she can even use it to fly at night. But it all disappears under intense light,

Clothing: She wears all black leggings, t-shirt and coat. A black chain hangs around her throat, but when removed the shadows retreat and it's a golden necklace. She's barefoot.

Weapons: Usually just throws streams of solid shadow at people, occasionally using it to trip them, but if it's close conflict she'll make a katana out of shadows. Again, these are all rendered useless by abundant light.

Tendencies for good, evil or neutral: She generally does her own thing. Occasionally the odd fit of goodness will come out and she'll help someone, but then the other, darker side of her will even it up with mischief. Boredom brings out the worst in her.

Many believers (if spirit): None.

Family (current relatives inadvisable if a spirit): She once had a mother and father, but they were unimportant and uncaring. She had a brother, whom she found vaguely annoying but was attached to none the less.

How do they feel about being a spirit (do I really have to say 'if spirit'?): It's great. Heaps of abilities, no responsibilities.

Can be most commonly found in: dark places at night. Sometimes just flies around forests and shadows, jumping off things for thrills. Other times reads over other people's shoulders and sneaks into dark cinemas.

 Thoughts on killing: If murder's on the mind of both parties than why not? She's a firm believer in Darwinism, and everybody knows not to piss off someone stronger than you.

Back story (their  past): Born and raised in Mediaeval ENgland, which wasn't a great time for women. She was born absolutely beautiful, long golden hair, blue eyes, the works, which gave her a lot of unwelcome attention. Finally, her brother, on a thrill trip, robbed a cart from one of the roads with a group of bandits, sucessfully getting himself chased by a bunch of thugs.

Dark, then known as Deidre, stepped in, much to the pleasure of the angry men. Giving her brother a chance to escape with his life, she broke the strict moral code of her time and struck a man. This was promptly followed by the loss of her eyes and death. Oops.

Raised for her courage by the Man in the Moon, she was supposed to use her powers over the night to stop children from fearing the dark. Unfortunately, he should have told her that directly, because she didn't particularly care about helping children, and used her new-found spirithood to do her own thing. Again, oops.

Thoughts on the Guardians + Manny: Manny, as far as she can guess he brought her back, but is completely useless beside that, not having decided to do anything further.

North: A good bloke. Kind, but tough and surprisingly ruthless when the time calls for it, she respects him but couldn't care less.

Bunny: Funny, strong and quick witted, he's probably her favorite.

Tooth: Bright, overly cheery and annoying. Too good for her liking.

Sandy: Silent, which is a sizable bonus, but too annoying and excessively good.

Jack: She finds him amusing, but underestimates his intelligence and power. Mostly enjoys looking at him, but besides that he bores her, ironically enough.

Thoughts on Pitch: His evil tendencies make him fun. She enjoys his company purely because he's an interesting spirit, and the first person she can properly relate to.

Describe them in one word: Unreliable.

Any other OCs  to come with them? An assortment of irrelevant others.