<span style="font-style: italic">The location is a huge and VERY haunted castle. Where the ghost that inhabit it can take on nearly completely solid forms even though they can disappear just as fast as a normal ghost. But these ghosts like to be seen. As they are very helpful except the loner ghost who tends to cause trouble and is a bit of a poltergiest. And your character is a ghost expert sent to solve the mysteries behind the ghosts and behind the violent actions of one ghost in particular. The ghost which is unhappy and has blood trailing down from its chest.<br/><br/>Along with the ghosts there is the old folklore surrounding the house that the first and youngest prince of the castle was murdered in cold blood by his own brother(s). Murdered due to being skipped for being heir to the royal thrown. And left to die a slow and painful death. And ever since he's haunted the castle and tries to chase off anyone who comes into the castle. expecially if they are staying for more than a short amount of time. And finally when he meets your character he decides he needs help to either come back to life or find peace enough to pass over. But before that can happen they need to solve the mystery behind his murder and find out who really killed him.</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Kizu-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Arthur<br/>Age: 21 (human years)<br/><br/>Arthur looks around as he gazes at his surroundings. He had seen the same surroundings for over a century now. And was both bored and fascinated with the changes his castle has been undergoing. He growls. Too many people keep trying to inhabit his home. He hated this. He was going to chase off any and every single living being that enters his home. Besides...it wasn't like the people stayed long anyways. Living people seemed extremely afraid of the dead. Or ghosts as they were called by the living. He looks around again and smiles as he looked at his "reflection". He hadn't really had a reflection in a very long time.<br/><br/>He travels through his house with a silent grace and elegant steps. He had heard through the ghost vines that the humans called him a poltergeist. Which in a way he was...but he was protecting his home...right? So therefore it was okay...he hoped anyways.<br/><br/>He sighs as he looks out the window. He was leader and protector over nearly ALL the other ghosts in this house. Even the ones who had been ghosts long before he was ever ghostified by death. Though he couldn't remember much but he was wanting to know. Who had killed him? Why had they killed him? And what was it that kept him here?