#zekeal

Ra’id and Zekeal from my story Spirits of the Forgotten

My original characters I made when I was like 13 and they ended up accidentally becoming a ship some were down the line

OHBOY HERE WE GO

For Ethadril, ghosts are sad remnants, souls trapped on his plane of existence and unable to move on.  They’re in need of a gentle nudge to set them on their way—and he’s terribly afraid to nudge them too hard because it might hurt them, and they don’t deserve to be hurt, they’ve been hurt enough.  Usually their only crime is… well, dying horribly and being dead.  He’s afraid that Liam’s somewhat more forceful methods of exorcism actually hurt or even damage the ghosts, which he doesn’t want to do.  He sees them as whole people, silent and sad and in need, and he’s never been able to just look away and ignore that need.  In Silvermoon proper, there’s this old rundown house Eth sort of took to—there’s a ghost living there, a man who found out his children, or maybe nieces, had died, and hanged himself in grief.  Eth knows he needs to send the guy off, and he knows it’s creepy and even dangerous to let the guy stay and fester, but.  He feels really bad for him.

For Lord Beldran Mallory, ghosts are goddamn scary.  He believes one is clinging to him, sitting on his shoulders and whispering horrible thoughts in his ears—this may or may not be true, because he did kill, and kill horribly, a man many many decades ago, and it’s possible he could very well be haunted or pursued, but.  That’s his only experience with ghosts, that irrational and overblown fear.  He’s gotten the heeblie-greeblies from places, digs and tombs, many times before, but no actual ghosts have accosted him personally.  He’s the sort to be skeptical to the point of stupidity as well, immediately blaming shit on drafts and creaky stairs and uneven floors.

Taldren Morninglight believes in ghosts, but he’s never seen a person’s ghost—animal ghosts, that’s something entirely different.  He’s not afraid of spirits, though in some cases he probably should be; there’s quite a lot of confused, angry shit roaming the mossy woods he calls home, slaughtered ferocious things that can’t believe some puny quel’dorei or blunt-minded, slavering troll ended their lives.  He’s a peaceful sort without a threatening bone in his body, and he fully expects ghostly things to see that and take heed.  He’s not the brightest.

Hamiel Dawnhammer loves a good bone-chilling scary story.  While he respects the sanctity of the dead, he also has a great deal of… appreciation, for the scary shit they’re capable of doing.  Not even going to try to sugar-coat it, he tells his beau Terathyn all kinds of terrifying, maybe-true ghost stories, aiming to get him to cling close for protection because he’s a mega-weenie like that.  Like, “stand here at the door while I piss so no ghosts or monsters come take me off”-level mega-weenie.  Ham’s pretty unrepentant about this.

Ceer Abernathy loves ghosts.  Where Eth wants to gently nudge them along to the afterlife posthaste, Ceer wants to sit them down with a big cuppa tea and hear all their stories.  And in a way, in his ancestral home at least, this is possible—the magically inclined of the Abernathy family commit their magic [just their magic, and the consciousness that goes with their magic] back to the house when they die.  Their souls, hearts minds whatever you want to call it, go to the afterlife they’re destined for, whatever that might be, but the magic stays, and the magic has a voice.  The most readily apparent of these voices is Elodie, Ceer’s great great grandmother—she’s a regal old matron, tall and skinny and black-haired and pale-faced and green-eyed like Zekeal, Ceer’s love, and as such she sort of latched on to him in a kind of protective, concerned manner, because they’re similar both in looks and nature.  She’s benevolent, like all the house’s voices, though some are more boisterous than others and can as such be seen as mildly dangerous simply for their enthusiasm.  Ceer’s relationship with the dead is… that of friend, where Eth would rather act as shepherd.  Though he’s absolutely not opposed to smashing a ghost into the afterlife with a blunt, flaming object, if it happens to get ornery with him.