NAME: Chaziel Morgan Arkwright
AGE: 316. (died at age 18)
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: Not much haha
BIRTH DATE: November 17, 1674.
HAIR: Used to be a nice brown shade...now its like grey brown.
EYES: Moss green. Used to be a vibrant grass green color.
BIRTHPLACE: Salem, Massachusetts.
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES/OTHER APPEARANCE DETAILS: Big black bags under his eyes, transparent body, permanent noose. He's stuck with it all. haha.

DRESS (Style, colors): He wears the old fashions, though the more fashion oriented students are trying to get him to update to a more modern version of a peasant shirt haha
DESCRIPTION OF HOME: Little village with reliogious nuts, going about accusing people of witchcraft and sorcery.

DOMINANT CHARACTER TRAIT: Trickster, fun lover.

SECONDARY CHARACTER TRAIT: He's quite the charmer and loves the ladies. He was raised to be polite to them.

BEST FRIEND: He doesn't have one.

CLOSE FRIENDS: Apollo, Andi and Adair. He lets them in on his shenanigans whenever they'd like, though Andi constantly scolds them for getting in trouble.

OTHER FRIENDS: Roxmund, Bell, and River. Maybe a few others

ENEMIES and WHY: The disciplinaries and the staff, mainly haha

FAMILY:
He doesn't remember them very well due to it being well over 300 years since he saw them. He has vague memories of his mother and baby sister, though. Belinda is his only family at the moment.

What kind of person is character with others: He acts very secretive, and mainly he stays invisible.

Sees self as: Rather clever.

Is seen by others as: Complete and utter danger. *sighs* They just can't take a joke.

Sense of humor: He sometimes harms others to get amusement, though he isn't violent.

Temper: He's normally very cool and collected. But when he's pissed, he's PISSED. He curses people and makes his cat gnaw at their ankles.

Basic nature: He's fun loving and does a lot to amuse himself.

Ambitions: To graduate the school and maybe feel like he's worth something.

Educational background: Schooling from his father, then Elysian.

Work experience: Just a mischievous poltergeist who knows every which way to make someone unable to sleep at night.

Philosophy of life: He doesn't have one really.

Habits: Pushing people into pools/rivers/bodies of water, pulling hair, stealing underwear, etc.

Talents (when character looks good): Going weeks without rest, charming the ladies, jinxing the boring instructors and students.

Hobbies/pasttimes: floating about, reading old books, playing with Belinda, speaking with other ghosts that no one else can see, plotting.

Choice of entertainments: Things that normally get him into trouble.

Why is character likeable?: He's fun and he finds amusement in things that many consider listless and dull.

Why is character loveable?: No idea.







CHARACTER INTERVIEW PLZ.


OCCUPATION: Student.

CURRENT HOME: Revelation Dorm. Wif all them demons an' pit dwellers.

MARITAL STATUS: I was s'osed to get married when I was o' age...never happened though, did it?

CHILDREN: Ha. haha. You're funny, lovie.

FAVORITE PIG OUT FOOD: I don't eat much, really. Though the occasional slice o' pie ain't bad.

FAVORITE PERFORMER/AUTHOR/SPORTSMAN ETC: I rather like older literature, such as the works of Nathaniel Hawthorne. As for music, anything classical's awright with me. I also quite like that Finnish band...whats their name...oh, Nightwish? They're quite lovely too.

EVERY NEW YEAR’S I RESOLVE TO: Maybe be nice and mind me own bloody beeswax? (Not very likely.)

NOBODY KNOWS I AM: Really a woman who lacks a well endowed chest? What, ye didn't know? *bats eyelashes* Gorgeous, ain't I?

I WISH I COULD STOP: Bein' so bloody restless. How's a ghost s'osed te get any shuteye, eh?

I'M A SUCKER FOR: Pretty Women. *cue Sweeney Todd music*

THE WORST PART OF MY LIFE IS: nuffin' really.

I WANT TO TEACH MY CHILDREN THAT: Can't really have kiddies as a ghost now, eh? Bein' born inta deff is just a tad ironic, eh?

A GOOD TIME FOR ME IS: Playin' wif my Lindy, wreakin' havoc amongst my classmates, makin' the ladies weak at the knees...fun stuff, sweetheart.

THE WORST ADVICE THAT MY FATHER GAVE ME WAS: He taught me better than the other fathers taught their boys. *points at noose* Shows 'ow far that got me.

I THOUGHT I WAS GROWN UP WHEN: Mum put me in charge o' cookin' an' house chores. *sigh* Got called a nancy boy up until me dyin' day. Father nevah did trust me wif wood choppin'.

WHEN I FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF I: Go off and float about by myself, I s'ose. I snuggle wif Lindy to feel bettah.

NOBODY WOULD BELIEVE ME IF THEY SAW ME: washin' and foldin' blokes undies.

MY FRIENDS LIKE ME BECAUSE: Do they like me? Really?

MY PET PEEVE IS: When I can't get a rise out of some bloody boring bastard who just sits there an' takes it. Come on, can't ye at LEAST try swattin' at me?

MY MAJOR ACCOMPLISHMENT: Knockin' a group of Avalon kids into the river.

I CAN DIE HAPPY WHEN: Ye didn't notice the spectral aura and pale complexion? *smirks* Best be doin' ye research, mate.

I'D REALLY RATHER: Be talkin' up some pretties right now. *goes off in search of pretty new females*

((Link to his voice will be added soon!))