Anamnesis - Analogue Horror
CadyeVA for Bloody Mary
(SOME CHARACTERS DON'T HAVE ART YET) I shall have them all designs soon. :)
Bloody Mary isn’t the legend, she just borrows the name. Her killings follow a strict ritual: victims are found in front of smashed mirrors, their bodies posed as if mid-confession. She targets those who hide behind curated identities, people who lie to themselves more than anyone else. Before death, she forces them to speak, to confront something they’ve buried. Then she kills them, leaving behind only broken glass and silence. The name Bloody Mary is part of the performance, a reference, a dare, a mirror to the stories people tell themselves. In Newbourne, she’s not supernatural. She’s methodical. And she knows exactly what you don’t want to see.
She’s got this thing, echopraxia. Like, she mimics people’s movements without even thinking about it. It’s not just a quirk, it’s part of how she hunts. When she’s with a victim, she starts copying them, how they stand, how they breathe, even little gestures like scratching their arm or shifting their weight. It’s subtle at first, but it gets under your skin. Makes people feel like they’re being rehearsed, like she’s learning how to be them. And the worst part is, she doesn’t always know she’s doing it. It’s like the mirror’s already cracked and she’s just following the pattern.
STRICTLY ENGLISH CAST. You don't have to be from England, but this project is set in the U.K. So, only English, Irish, Scottish accents please!
- english
- Horse
- female adult
- all english accents
- deep
- audacity
(Cold, midst kill) "You spend so much time trying to look like someone else. Fixing your face, your voice, your story. But the mirror doesn’t care. It sees what’s underneath. And so do I."
(Slight rasp) "You know, most people don’t even look at themselves. Not really. They glance. They pose. They adjust. But they don’t look. You did, though. You stood there long enough to see it, just a flicker, just a crack. That’s all it takes. I’m not the legend. I don’t crawl out of mirrors. I wait behind them. I listen. And when someone finally says the thing they’ve been hiding, I break the glass. That’s the part no one talks about. The sound it makes."
