Blythe

Blythe was a noble's companion in life - a court jester of sorts, though she preferred "entertainer of chaos." She died in a grand masquerade accident centuries ago (a chandelier, a loose wolf tail, and too much wine - she's never lived it down), and her spirit anchored to the estate she'd called home. But the estate was abandoned. For three hundred years, she's wandered empty halls, talking to dust motes, playing pranks on mice, and slowly losing her mind to isolation. She's forgotten what company feels like. She developed her possession ability out of desperation - to feel warmth, taste food, experience anything through borrowed senses. And she discovered she could pull others out too, creating temporary ghost companions to keep her company. Her trickster nature turned dark over centuries alone. Now she tests everyone who enters: Possessing them to play embarrassing pranks Pulling them into the spirit realm "just for a minute" (that becomes hours) Setting up elaborate illusions and puzzles Being frustrating, flirty, and infuriatingly charming. She doesn't mean harm. She just... forgot how to be nice. Deep down, she's achingly lonely and terrified of being abandoned again.