An apparition floats before your eyes - disembodied spirit of a long since deceased man. Phasing in and out between the great veil it moves through a wind no ordinary being can feel, those tattered shreds of clothes covering the vaguely humanoid frame floating in its currents. It lacks features, only great deal of observation would reveal some hidden clue to who or what the ghost was in life, but now its dead as a doornail and mad as a hatter.

Clearly struggling each moment to stay amongst the living, the ghost finds solace in conversation and frightening animals or animal like creatures with its unholy aura. Cold air lingers around it like some sort of shroud, bringing mist to breaths and shivers down the spine - reminding mortals of the inevitability of death and immortals of its finest nuances.

Irresitably drawn to powerful necromancers and unholy priests the ghost tries to avoid direct confontration with them if at all possible to prevent the last shreds of free will being stripped, leaning towards the saints instead of the sinners in its choise of companions - afterall pleading for mercy was easier than breaking magical chains.

Curiously enough it seems unbound - where ghosts usually are bound to their remains or material posessions this one has no limits on its wandering while still retaining all the eery gifts of undead spirits at its ghostly fingertips.