Joanne

Basics

Name: Joanne Walker
Alias(es): Joanne
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Nationality: English

Physical/Material Facts

Hair: white
Eyes: black Sclera, blue Iris
Height: 5'4" (1.62 m)
Weight: 121.3 Ibs (55 kg)

Personality:
-sad, but can instantly turn into angry
-condemning

Disorders:
- may be Marie Antoinette syndrome

Background:

Joanne Walker was born in Cheadle, England. She had straight, brown hair and blue eyes, and was all into books. She was going to a Catholic school, where had some friends, like a normal kid.
The girl lost her mother, when Joanne came to life.
She was a shy and obedient child because her father was a priest in the St. Giles Catholic Church and took his job seriously.
"God is gracious,"- said he often to his daughter- "and so are you. That is what your name means. That is what you mean."-
He thought, that if he'll give her a name associated with God, that could somehow help him to get a rise and become a deacon.
Unfortunately, his hopes didn't realize.
Suddenly, an idea posessed him:
"What, if his daughter is what keeps him away from God?"
"What, if his wife died because of her?"
One evening, after school, he took Joanne to the church, and to clear her soul, decided to sacrifice her to his Saint.
Dad thought that she would understand his request, but instead of that she protested, and he was completely sure about the thought of her uncleanness. The only thing that could hold her in place he could find nearby the church, and that was a barbed wire. He tied her up with that.
Despite her screams and pleads, nothing changed and the ritual continued.
"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen."
As he said these last words, he noticed that something changed. Something important. She didn't breathe.
Instead of that he noticed that her skin has already become white with dark shades of red.
He stood in his place for some time, then sat on one of the church's stairs, and just stared at what he had done. At that time it was already dark, the little candles spread warm, and sleep took over him.
He awoke from a metallic sound. He opened his eyes and jumped back in fear.
The barbed wires slowly scratched the ground and wriggled, echoing in the empty hallways of the holy building. The girl herself had white hair, her feet seemed to soar above the floor, and she glowed with an otherwordly shine.
She was looking into the same direction, as her father. Then, she turned her head to face him.
The sight was frightening!
The maims that the priest has caused have already healed, and the cuts she got from time to time from her new bodyparts healed in less than a minute, then new ones replaced them.
And her eyes... They are unforgettable! Instead of those kind, skyish blue eyes stared a pair of black orbits, in the centre of those a demonic, blue shine seemed to glow. But that shine was somehow sad.
"She was so sinful that God couldn't take her soul, only the Devil?", thought the priest by himself, horrified.
"Is this what you think about me?" -asked Joanne.-"And do you think, you are pure?" -her dad hesitated for a moment, then started talking-
"We exorcise you, every impure spirit, every satanic power, every..." -suddenly, a shriek flew across the room, and the barbwires lengthened and started breaking the equipment of the church and the building itself. Some of these tentacles gripped the lovely dad.
"God may have mercy on my soul..."- cried he out in pain-
"God is gracious...and so am I" -repeated her father's words Joanne.
Then, the wires tightened, and it was ended.
There was only silence and the sound of the metall slowly gritting on the floor and anything that got caught in it's way.

Next morning, his body's and the church's remains were found.
Nobody knew anything about the criminal until the next night, when the girl appeared again.
At night, if you hear gritting of metall, be sure that your soul is clean, otherwise, Joanne will come for you.