StygianHeart

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Kellie (@StygianHeart) is a user on Court Wiki. She is a thread moderator and a founder. She was the victim of the very first case held on the Riordan Off-Topic post.

She holds the jobs of a Mortician, Coroner, and a Forensic Pathologist. Kellie is also a music therapist.

## Past Cases

### Ray vs Kellie, The Murder Case of 2021

In this case, Kellie was the victim as Ray (@GraveDigger84) was accused of kidnapping her and murdering her mom, Kira (@Flaunting The Weird).

## Writing Example

*It was a bright, sunny, cheerful day. Everyone was happy, feeling good. The plants basked in the sun, the animals cooling in the shade. Kids of all ages ran around for ice cream, adults smiling and having fun.*
*But in a shrine, a young woman was doing something else entirely.*
*The shrine stood out—made of obsidian, with skulls decorating the brim, jewels sparking like stars in the stone. Death seemed to come from this place, emitting from each and every cranny.*
*The young woman was hunched over something—or, actually, someone. A body, only a few days old. It’s face was peaceful, but deathly pale.*
*The young woman, maybe no older than fifteen, was a mortician, and a well respected one at that. Somehow, the body she was fixing looked rather healthy despite its pale skin. As if it was still alive...*
*Ghosts hummed around her, bickering and insulting one another, one tossing its detached head like a ball.*
*“Please hurry,” said one to the girl. “My body won’t look so beautiful forever, will it?”*
*The girl looked up, the sunlight glinting in her face.*
*She was beautiful, but in an eerie sort of way. Her lips were pulled down in a scowl, her steel, brown gaze peeking over the black rim of her glasses. In the light, they were somehow even colder, cold as death itself, unnerving and harsh. Muddy curls drooped over her eyes, swaying softly from a soft breeze. The shadows seemed to almost envelope her, welcoming her with open arms. The ghosts all winced as her gaze landed on them, knowing that, with a single command, she could control any of them to do her bidding.*
*This girl was none other than Kellie Quinn de Morte, daughter of Hades and legacy of Arawn, both gods of the underworld and the dead, and probably a legacy of Thanos, if she bothered to look past her blood from behind her great great grandmother, Nemesis, and her great great Grandfather, Meda Morte. This girl was well known for the fear she caused, loyalty she held, and brash attitude she displayed.*
*“I mean,” said the ghost who had spoken, the one who once owned the body she was fixing. “You do you! I didn’t say anything. I promise. Don’t control me. Please don’t make me do the Macarena.”*
*Kellie smiled softly, warming the freezing cold temperature by two degrees. The corners of her eyes crinkled as the smile grew.*
*She threw her head back, and LAUGHED.*
*The sound echoed through the shrine.*
*“Why, do shut up,” she said, holding a finger to her lips. The ghosts lips locked firmly.*
*Suddenly, there was a knock at the shrine.*
*De Morte looked over, her eyes curious. A shadow stood there, staring at her.*
*“Yes?” She said. Her voice was low, rich, honey smooth, and entrancing. It alone would make anyone do what she asked, even those who were living. She could thank her great grandfather, Apollo, for that.*
*She stared at the person who stood at the entrance of her fathers shrine, deep in the woods of Camp Half Blood.*
*Who on earth would come visit her?*