Post by William Meeran on Oct 3, 2008 16:42:31 GMT -1
Character Name: William Meeran
Species: Ghost/Spirit
Age, Gender: Male, 16
Description: Dark brown hair and eyes, pale skin enough muscle to look thin and young, about five foot something and it looks like he can still grow but never will because he's dead.
Personality: Curious and kind but somewhat angsty, he did die at 16 so he still has some of that teenage angst. Silent and observatory, he's trying to find out why he's here so he can finally pass on but its deeper than just resolving the mystery of his life/death if he did that then he would have passed on long ago. Part of him wants to stay on Earth because he isn't sure where he would go as far as the after life is concerned.
History: Born to Nora and Paul Meeran in 1849, in Charleston, South Carolina; it was when his father left for the Civil War that he got sick with consumption, he died in a matter of days, though he didn't know it. He stayed around in attempts to comfort his grief-stricken mother, but he couldn't be seen, he was a comforting prescence that she seemed to sense. It drove her mad, the only person who was aware of what was really going on, of the ghostly prescence was Ilya, a house slave, she spoke up about what she knew and got blamed for it, Brion, Nora's eldest son whipped her when she wouldn't use her colored voodoo to wipe out the ghost and then sold her to Georgia, and she was never seen again.
William felt so guilty. He never understood slavery, and treated the slaves his parents did have with respect and like equals or friends when he was living. and once his mother moved out of the house and went up north to Kentucky she stay with her family, he had no where to go. So he stayed around stuck to haunt the earth forbidden to move on until whatever he needs to do has been taken care of, though he has yet to find out what that is.
In 1967 he fell in love with a witch, or rather had a witch fall in love with him. He was haunting her house, because her dabbling in the dark arts in magic and witchcraft had drawn him in, in a way and she mis-performed a seance to see her dead husband and she ended up seeing William instead. He was like the son she never had, he was content in being a poltergeist in her house but the magic conjuring him up was when he realized his potential to be more. She helped him, fed his lingering consciousness and slowly he began to take form. At first it was a blurry image and then it solidified to what could pass as human.
Of course he wasn't human, not anymore, he could walk through walls and couldn't touch things yet. He had to re-learn that and once he did he could fit in with human society as he pleased. Years passed and the woman died, leaving behind no heir, no legacy, just the help that she'd given William. The woman's house was in an obscure part of Canada and to this day no one messes with it, because it is believed to be haunted by her spirit, which is really William's prescence.
He stayed there and honed his skills as a ghost and learned to teleport using the power of thought and that's how he ended up in England, where he's content for now. Content as a searching ghost can be.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
He can take a solid form
Thought-Teleportation
Walk through walls or doors and whatnot
Invisiblity (he's only seen when he wants to be seen and by those he wants to see him)
Move objects as both being invisible and taking a solid form
Understands all languages and can read minds of other humans
Ghost Speak--- the language of ghosts
Walk through dreams; influence them
Family/Ties:
Long Dead---although he does have descendants from his brother's line so he'd be their great-great uncle but he hasn't made contact
RP Sample:
"Ilya fetch me some cold water from the pump, hurry now"
"Yes'm, right away"
the slave woman rushed outside gathering her skirts so she could run and then when she got to the water pump outside she knealt down and took up the bucket and started to pump the water into it as fast as she could, looking back toward the house. It was loud and sad, that house. Baby Girl Samantha was wailing her lungs out, it was dark and felt as sick as young William himself. Like his whole disease was spreading through out the house causing it to fall into a dark depression.
"I always said that boy has a powerful force of personality" Ilya murmured as she pumped one more pump of water into the bucket and then rushed back inside and up the stairs to the boy's room.
He lay there pale as death a blood stained rag in his hands as he coughed weakly, dark eyes sunken in and hair falling out of his head, thinning and balding. Nora, his mother was beautiful, with dark shirley temple curles and full pouty lips, concerned deep blue eyes as she fretted over her youngest son. She looked over to the dark skinned slave woman who wore rags and hand-me-down skirts/dresses. "Well don't just stand there, get some fresh cloth so I can get this fever down" she ordered.
"Yes'm right away" she rushed to the linen closet down the hall to get some more cloth and towels to be dabbed in the water so that she could apply them to her son's burning forehead. William coughed and more blood came up to soil the rag in his skeletal hand. "Ma ..."
"Shh, shh, now, don't speak, you save your strength, ya' hear, its gonna be alright"
"Ma ..."
"Hush baby, mama's gon' take care of everything"
"No, Mama...." he never got to finish his sentence because he went into a coughing fit, and when he calmed down, those last breaths were just that. William went still and then breathed no more.
Pictures: Cameron Bright
Species: Ghost/Spirit
Age, Gender: Male, 16
Description: Dark brown hair and eyes, pale skin enough muscle to look thin and young, about five foot something and it looks like he can still grow but never will because he's dead.
Personality: Curious and kind but somewhat angsty, he did die at 16 so he still has some of that teenage angst. Silent and observatory, he's trying to find out why he's here so he can finally pass on but its deeper than just resolving the mystery of his life/death if he did that then he would have passed on long ago. Part of him wants to stay on Earth because he isn't sure where he would go as far as the after life is concerned.
History: Born to Nora and Paul Meeran in 1849, in Charleston, South Carolina; it was when his father left for the Civil War that he got sick with consumption, he died in a matter of days, though he didn't know it. He stayed around in attempts to comfort his grief-stricken mother, but he couldn't be seen, he was a comforting prescence that she seemed to sense. It drove her mad, the only person who was aware of what was really going on, of the ghostly prescence was Ilya, a house slave, she spoke up about what she knew and got blamed for it, Brion, Nora's eldest son whipped her when she wouldn't use her colored voodoo to wipe out the ghost and then sold her to Georgia, and she was never seen again.
William felt so guilty. He never understood slavery, and treated the slaves his parents did have with respect and like equals or friends when he was living. and once his mother moved out of the house and went up north to Kentucky she stay with her family, he had no where to go. So he stayed around stuck to haunt the earth forbidden to move on until whatever he needs to do has been taken care of, though he has yet to find out what that is.
In 1967 he fell in love with a witch, or rather had a witch fall in love with him. He was haunting her house, because her dabbling in the dark arts in magic and witchcraft had drawn him in, in a way and she mis-performed a seance to see her dead husband and she ended up seeing William instead. He was like the son she never had, he was content in being a poltergeist in her house but the magic conjuring him up was when he realized his potential to be more. She helped him, fed his lingering consciousness and slowly he began to take form. At first it was a blurry image and then it solidified to what could pass as human.
Of course he wasn't human, not anymore, he could walk through walls and couldn't touch things yet. He had to re-learn that and once he did he could fit in with human society as he pleased. Years passed and the woman died, leaving behind no heir, no legacy, just the help that she'd given William. The woman's house was in an obscure part of Canada and to this day no one messes with it, because it is believed to be haunted by her spirit, which is really William's prescence.
He stayed there and honed his skills as a ghost and learned to teleport using the power of thought and that's how he ended up in England, where he's content for now. Content as a searching ghost can be.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
He can take a solid form
Thought-Teleportation
Walk through walls or doors and whatnot
Invisiblity (he's only seen when he wants to be seen and by those he wants to see him)
Move objects as both being invisible and taking a solid form
Understands all languages and can read minds of other humans
Ghost Speak--- the language of ghosts
Walk through dreams; influence them
Family/Ties:
Long Dead---although he does have descendants from his brother's line so he'd be their great-great uncle but he hasn't made contact
RP Sample:
"Ilya fetch me some cold water from the pump, hurry now"
"Yes'm, right away"
the slave woman rushed outside gathering her skirts so she could run and then when she got to the water pump outside she knealt down and took up the bucket and started to pump the water into it as fast as she could, looking back toward the house. It was loud and sad, that house. Baby Girl Samantha was wailing her lungs out, it was dark and felt as sick as young William himself. Like his whole disease was spreading through out the house causing it to fall into a dark depression.
"I always said that boy has a powerful force of personality" Ilya murmured as she pumped one more pump of water into the bucket and then rushed back inside and up the stairs to the boy's room.
He lay there pale as death a blood stained rag in his hands as he coughed weakly, dark eyes sunken in and hair falling out of his head, thinning and balding. Nora, his mother was beautiful, with dark shirley temple curles and full pouty lips, concerned deep blue eyes as she fretted over her youngest son. She looked over to the dark skinned slave woman who wore rags and hand-me-down skirts/dresses. "Well don't just stand there, get some fresh cloth so I can get this fever down" she ordered.
"Yes'm right away" she rushed to the linen closet down the hall to get some more cloth and towels to be dabbed in the water so that she could apply them to her son's burning forehead. William coughed and more blood came up to soil the rag in his skeletal hand. "Ma ..."
"Shh, shh, now, don't speak, you save your strength, ya' hear, its gonna be alright"
"Ma ..."
"Hush baby, mama's gon' take care of everything"
"No, Mama...." he never got to finish his sentence because he went into a coughing fit, and when he calmed down, those last breaths were just that. William went still and then breathed no more.
Pictures: Cameron Bright
