Creepypasta OC #2

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Name: Kyliee RaymondAge: 12 (at death)Species: Spirit Demon

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Name: Kyliee Raymond
Age: 12 (at death)
Species: Spirit Demon

Personality: timid, antisocial, quiet, childish, short-tempered, calm, very to herself, independent, selectively mute, innocent-minded

Weapon: Dagger

Likes: sweets, sleeping in the closet, hunting, stealing things that hold her interest
Dislikes: spicy foods, vegetables, crowds

Habits: braiding strands of her hair when she's bored
Nitch: being treated horribly

Best friends: Sally, Splendorman, Slenderman, Hoodie, Masky, Smile Dog, Grinny Cat
Enemies: Offenderman
Crush: Laughing Jack (main), Puppeteer (backup)

Extra:
~She doesn't like talking to others unless it's one on one with very few of the others.
~She's scared of roses
~She tends to cry blood when she's sad enough to cry
~Usually considered a social outcast at school, so she gets bullied often, especially behind her back

Backstory: When she was alive, she went to 6th grade and had a normal time, as well as getting a crush on one of her classmates, named James. She'd often watch him for a while from a distance and when a Halloween School Party was happening, she dressed as a butterfly fairy. James had went over to her and asked to take her outside where a serial killer killed James and her then left campus, taking their bodies with him. Unfortunately, Kyliee stayed as a spirit roaming around trying to find James but had no such luck, which caused her to be completely heartbroken and turn dark enough to kill those who supposedly mean harm to the forest and will purposely give them warnings starting with putting out the campfire, taking down the tent and will make her warnings worse until they're dead or out of the woods.

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