Constantine Ashe: Does anyone notice?

Name:	Constantine Ashe
Bond:	Pallor
Bonded At:	Lantessama, Halloween Clutch
Homeworld:	Earth-variant
Species:	Human spirit
Age:	16
Sex:	Male
Height:	5'9"
Hair:	Black
Skin:	Pale
Eyes:	Black
Family:	Anastasia Ashe, older sister, deceased; mother, deceased; Jason Ashe, father
Residence:	Currently none
Position:	High school drop out (well, sort of; given he's dead, he wasn't ever technically enrolled!)
Companions:	Desper, Loss, and Wanhova, Crystalline
Description:	To those who can see spirits, Constantine Ashe has a sickly look to him. He is thin and not particularly tall, and his skin is an unhealthy pale, particularly bold outlined by the long, lank black of his hair. There isn't much flesh to him, so that his dark eyes appear sunken above his delicate cheekbones. He wears nothing but black, with the occasional piece of silver in a ring or a chain or two, and his expression is usually sullen. To those who cannot see spirits, Constantine Ashe looks like nothing at all: a wisp of fog, a hint of light, a stray shadow. Nothing at all.
Personality:	After five years of assuming he was alive-- albeit leading an extremely strange "life"-- Constantine is finding it difficult to adjust to the knowledge that... well... he isn't. After being both consistently ignored by the population at large and constantly besieged by a small, nameless group of people who were also dead, it seemed, he has grown rather paranoid. The sullenness he displayed in his unlife, before he knew the truth, has been shaken away by reality, though he easily lapses back into it, out of habit. He has a temper, like most teen-aged boys, but though capable of violence, it takes extreme situations to drive him to it; he's much more likely to use words when angry, and violence when afraid. All in all, he isn't a particularly friendly ghost. However, he can be extremely loyal, and even affectionate, when he has someone he trusts-- such as his sister, of whom he was also very protective, transferring his usual paranoia to the certainty that no one would treat her right, and thus attempting to look out for her as much as for himself. However, given that she is no longer around for him to be protective of or trusting towards, he feels adrift. For the past five years of his unlife, Anastasia has been the spiritual center of his world-- it was her plea to not be left alone that caused him to stay behind when he should have gone on-- and even before that, she was the emotional center of his world, as his only friend, playmate, and sometimes caretaker. The fact that it's his own fault-- however unintended-- that she's gone only piles guilt and fear onto the sense of centerlessness. In his own mind, Constantine is a murderer, and always will be: he killed the thing he loved the most. It will take him a long time to trust again, unless he has it forced upon him. As protective as Constantine can be of someone close to him, he still feels as if he needs protection. The hungry spirits who wanted to claim his soul for the afterlife after he chose unwittingly to flee from are often on his mind. Without Anastasia to keep them away, he is in nearly constant fear, at the back of his mind no matter what else he might be feeling, that they will find him again and destroy what little is left of him.
History:	Constantine, for all he has a fancy name, was the son of a poor, working man, one Jason Ashe, and one who turned to alcohol when his wife died, leaving him with two children. One of those children-- Constantine-- was even sickly, ill with an even more debilitating form of the heart disease that killed his mother. Though his father managed to stay sober during his son's trips to the hospital, his sister Anastasia looked after him, more often than not, whenever he was home. His worst bout of illness, when he was eleven, kept him in the hospital for three weeks before his heart finally gave out on him. That wasn't the end of his tale, however, for before he died-- mere moments before his heart stopped, in fact-- he made a promise to his terrified, grief-stricken older sister: he wouldn't leave her alone. And so, he didn't. Not really. For five years, he followed her as a spirit, believing himself to be alive, ignored by the rest of the world except for those few who knew him for what he was-- because they were just as dead as he-- and her. Anastasia's presence kept them at bay, and so he spent most of his time, when not in class or at home-- which is much of the time, as neither particularly like school or home-- in her company. When he was sixteen-- and she eighteen, a senior in high school-- however, Anastasia finally discovered what it was like to be noticed, herself: she found a boyfriend. The combination of learning that there was a life to be had beyond her abusive father and her deceased brother, and five years of growing up, growing into herself, and learning to fend for herself has shown her how wrong her plea was for Constantine to stay with her, look out for her, and keep her company. Forcing a spirit, who should have gone to a hopefully better place a long time ago, to remain in fear and misery in the corporeal world, seemed to her, at eighteen, an unforgivable crime. When his fear at the growing insistence of the other spirits for him to "come with them" turned into a panicked flight with her in tow, she finally told him so. Constantine, however, saw only rejection in a moment of need. In an argument, feeling betrayed, abandoned, and even more frightened, he pulled his very real revolver on her. When she finally admitted why she thought as she did, revealing to him that he was truly dead and not just strange, he accidentally pulled the trigger. When the police, arriving that very moment, failed to arrest him-- or even question him-- it could only prove to him that she was right: holding the gun, standing over a body, admitting to murder... if they had even seen him, they should have taken him away without a word said. But they didn't, and only one policeman even seemed to notice a second presence in the room. That one policeman, an off-worlder in disguise attempting to get experience in detective work, brought him away with the help of a friend. Because the thought of going on to whatever came after death still terrified him, the off-worlder's friend took him to the only place where there could possibly be both protection and emotional stability for a lost soul-- or, rather, protection and emotional stability that might be able to see him. That place was Lantessama, and the source would be the Halloween clutch.
Abilities:	Though he is nothing but spirit, Constantine can manifest himself, at times, making himself visible or even tangible. He can hold things or touch people, and the things will move where he carries them and the people will feel him, largely because he never knew that he shouldn't be able to. At the moment, his manifestation abilities are completely random and beyond his control; with time, and adaptation to the knowledge that he's dead, he might gain this control and then some. Whatever other abilities he might have are, currently, unknown.
Theme:	My Chemical Romance - Early Sunsets Over Monroeville