The Nightingale
He/any
Player: Heather C (she/any)
About: “Me? My name? That doesn't matter. You can call me whatever you want. Doesn't bother me. Names are superficial, simply a human construct that society has made a compulsory part of life. And guess what? We're dead. So human constructs don't matter.”
“You know, it's rude to stare at someone's scars, darling. Sure, mine is a huge gash over the left side of my face, but that doesn't mean you have a right to stare at it. Oh, you're embarrassed now? Good. There's more to me than my death mark.”
The Nightingale walks away, humming a tune that would be familiar to anyone alive after 1950.
If you've been in Block 2845 for a while, you'll probably know of the Nightingale. Or at least, the Nightingale is simply what he goes by. Who knows what his actual name is, or if she has a name at all. All you can gather is that he is a confident figure, wearing a black shirt and red tie, with neatly tied back hair. Oh, and it doesn't look like they're trying very hard to reach ascension…