once upon a time there was a boy named elijah. his mother was a drug addict and his father was in a mental hospital by the time he was born, and the state came to take him away when he was just three years old. he never knew his real family, or his origins; he wasn't sure where he came from, or where he belonged. it was the middle of nebraska, for fuck's sake. there wasn't exactly a big community of shifters or supernaturals who would take him under their wing, and he didn't even know what he was until he hit puberty. he bounced nonstop from state homes and orphanages to foster homes, and after he kept running away from them or doing something to get himself sent back, he finally just went on the run and left the state's care once and for all when he was thirteen. he hitchhiked, stole money for bus tickets, anything he could do, and never stayed in one place for very long. he found ways to get what he needed, and when he began to have visions it was as big a surprise to him as anyone else. he thought for awhile he was the only person who could do it, because he didn't know there was a community of people with magic. but that was when the nightmares that had plagued him his whole life began to make more sense, too.
he'd always had dreams about death, about spirits. he would see shadows during his waking hours, shapes lurking just in his peripheral vision. they were too ephemeral to really pin down, but he'd hear them whisper sometimes, or feel their cool brush against his skin. it was a big reason he started using drugs, honestly, and drinking so young; he wanted to bury the fear that those visions brought. but after awhile he realized he didn't need to be afraid of them, and he embraced them; he leaned into it, welcoming it, and when he was sixteen he rode a greyhound bus to New Orleans because he'd heard that was the place to be if you were supernaturally inclined.
elijah goes by 'ghost' because of both his power and because he tends to vanish without a trace. he is nineteen now, soon to be twenty. he spends a lot of time in the cemeteries, and he likes the darkness that permeates the city and tries to spend his life dwelling in those very shadows. once he was afraid of them, but now? now they're friends.
Things
collects weird things he finds. bones, feathers, beads, shiny objects, etc. he loves to steal and always has things in his pockets.
habitual liar. who knows if he's telling the truth or not? does it matter if it's a good story?
he has no respect for personal space or boundaries on someone else. if you invite him home, he's going through your stuff. period. however, he's fiercely possessive of his own things.
he has no real moral qualms about anything, his conscience is for sale like almost everything else.
Kinks
Yes: almost anything goes. he likes the rougher, dirtier stuff usually. he's very scent and taste based. he likes marking. he likes it quick and nasty. rimjobs. sloppy blowjobs. watersports. blood play. whatever someone wants out of him, he'll probably give. he loves crossdressing in general, and he loves wearing lingerie or sexy things for his partners if they're into it. feminization is a thing he's into as well. humiliation. degradation.
No: he'll try anything once except scat, he's got no interest in that whatsoever.
