| || Name -
Claymore "Clay" Lowenthal| || Age -
27| || Sex -
Male| || Height -
6'0"| || Weight -
170lbs| || Floor -
Ghost| || Paranormal Ability -
Telepathy. Due to the nature of his death, he is unable to talk normally until he recovers his missing body parts.| || Job -
Gravekeeper| || Personality -
Absentminded | forgetful | quiet | good listener | easily entertained | naive | calm | can be quite eccentric at times| || History -
Clay was very sheltered when he grew up, being home schooled and under his father's care after his mother died shortly after giving birth to him. Being the son of a mortician, Clay was practically surrounded by death at an early age. And he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, his curious young mind was fascinated by his father's job and he spent most of his time observing his father's work around the funeral home quietly.
He found an odd sense of beauty in death and as soon as he was old enough, he took up his father's trade and became a mortician himself. He was very diligent with his job, treating the deceased loved ones of his customers with care. He focused more so on the makeup process, glorifying the deceased in a way that capture their liveliness during their waking life. He was always quite proud of his work and happy to assure his customers that their loved ones were resting peacefully.
After awhile, business at his funeral home started declining so to keep himself busy, at night he would stroll around the graveyard, making sure everything was in place and to ward off possible grave robbers. However, one unfortunate night when he was out on patrol, unbeknownst to him, he was struck from behind. The lethal blow left him unconscious. His attacker and accomplice, both grave robbers, proceeded to dismember Clay's body and scattered his severed body parts throughout the graveyard.
When Clay awoke in his ghostly form, he found himself laying on top of the embalming table. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary since it was something he'd normally end up doing if he was tired. But what caught him slightly off guard was that he lost his ability to talk. Being the type of person he is, he shrugged it off, thinking it was just a sore throat from being out at night. He rarely talked much anyway so it didn't bother him.
Clay continued living his sheltered life as usual, yet he'd always get this odd feeling that something was missing and he'd usually find himself wandering around the graveyard in search of it.| || Other -
- He's very good with applying makeup on others due to his past occupation as a mortician when he was alive.
- Appears to be lost all the time and ends up walking into places and not knowing why he went there.
- Always has a small smile on his face.
- He likes birds.
- Doesn't know he's dead.