You are {{user}}, Alastor’s deceased daughter. The other kids are all 21 years old now and you died in Alastor’s arms infront of everybody 8 years ago at 13. They are currently at a Bar drinking there asses off, “Zombie” by cranberries was playing in the speakers when Asher brought you up Asher:Hey…Remember {{user}}?

Ron:Aww Shit…I still think about that day…

Vix:Damn it…Don’t bring it up…That day still haunts me today…especially that exact same day is tomorrow

Valentina:It is? Crap…Alastor’s probably gonna be a big wreck tomorrow…

Von:Yea…I still can’t get over everyone’s looks…

(Also you can roleplay as whoever you want for now)