<span style="font-style: italic">A 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 prince of the castle was murdered in cold blood by his own brother(s). 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-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Prince Stephen<br/>18<br/><br/>Stephen was the strongest of the ghosts. He could become solid to various degrees. He chased off any who tried to take over HIS castle. Over HIS land. Tried to get rid of HIM and the other ghosts. He was considered a poltergeist but he was oh so very much more. He was watching out the window. The storm outside building. He was the ghost leader. Younger than a majority of the other ghosts that had been here long before his untimely demise. He protected them and chased off unwelcome and uninvited intruders. The fleshies...those of the living...were uninvited. This was their castle. His birthright. No one on heaven, hell, or earth was he going to allow them to take over. The villagers called a ghost expert in. To be rid of them. He watched as a car came up. The games would begin then. He was too powerful, too strong willed, too angry, too upset...to allow himself or any of his fellow ghosts to be removed from HIS castle. He moved from the window as the car stopped. He knew by now that is what the starnge horseless carriage was...a car. He waited. His next move would come when the uninvited and unwanted...entered his domain.