Member No.: 276
Joined: 27-June 12
Full Name: Howard Wade Flynn Jr., known mostly as Junior or Howie.
Age: 20 (recently deceased)
Grade/Position: Uh... townie? Balls if I know.
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Abilities & Misc:
Unlike your typical ghost, who is just there and can usually only be sensed by mediums, Junior is something of a poltergeist, though it's unclear if this is because of the circumstances of his death, his personality, some other unknown factor, or maybe even a combination of all three. As it is, he's one of the rare few spirits that have the ability to actually interact with the physical world, though like any ability, it's something that requires practice and with him being pretty new to the whole dead thing, he's not very good at it.
When experiencing strong emotions, such as excitement or anger, Junior is able to affect things around him, causing electronic devices to go on the fritz or send objects flying across the room. It's something he has pretty much no control over at this point; he can't choose which glasses to break or which tables to flip or which windows to slam, though it's possible he might gain that with age. And while moving shit around when he's worked up might not require any conscious effort on his part, it's a different story the rest of the time. Hypothetically, if he can become tangible enough to hurl a book in a fit of anger, he should be able to do something as simple as pick up a pen or open a door when calm, but that requires a degree of focus and control he has yet to master and probably won't be able to manage for a long time. Whenever he attempts, he usually just sort of phases right through the object, or can touch it but not actually move it, much like your average ghost.
Mediums (and presumably other ghosts) are really the only ones that can see or hear him, but being a poltergeist, his general presence is more easily noticed by others who are otherwise blind to the existence of ghosts. It comes in the form of temperature change; a place is significantly colder when he's around versus the difference of just a couple degrees that most ghosts cause, and whenever he touches someone it feels like an ice cold breeze brushing against them. When his presence is particularly strong, he can also sometimes appear as a faint blotch of shadow or light on a camera, or be heard as a barely-there whisper on a recording if you turn the volume up enough.
Which brings us to how strong his presence is, which is mostly dependent on where he is. He hasn't yet attempted to leave Charlemont since he died, but this is where he is the most "grounded" as it's where his body is buried, and in the immediate vicinity of his final resting place (about a hundred yard radius) is where he's most powerful. If he were to travel more than a few miles from that spot, he'd become noticeably weaker, and too much farther beyond that and the more harmless he becomes and "just a ghost". Though it hasn't come up yet, his presence would also be strong around places and people he was close to in life; at his family's home back in Texas or around his siblings.
Moody doesn't even begin to cover it. Howie is the type of person who can swing from one extreme to the other at the drop of a hat. Usually somewhat sarcastic and cynical, when something puts him in a good mood he can become giddy and almost childishly carefree, and with that comes his delusions of grandiose, feelings of invincibility and the resulting recklessness. When he's in that frame of mind, it's best to tread carefully; criticism, negativity, or simply being told 'no' will set him off into shit-flipping mode. For him, there is a very thin line between happiness and rage, because how dare you try to ruin his good mood.
Then there's the depression that comes just as easily as the mania. When he's like that, he can become quiet and antisocial for days or even weeks at a time, very unlike his typical self. Or he can become whiny and clingy, guilting and manipulating the people around him into suffering along with him so at least he doesn't have to feel alone. It's best to humor him, as a lack of attention will only make it worse and might even trigger one of his rages about how no one ever gave a shit about him anyway and maybe everyone would be better off if he wasn't around.
Overall though, if you can tolerate his mood swings and are careful around him when they come on, he's not the most unbearable person to be around. When he's at baseline he's fairly mellow, pretty easy to get along with, though his dry, sometimes dark sense of humor could be easily mistaken as pessimism.
He's still a bit sensitive about being dead. It's okay if he brings it up, either in a serious or joking way, but for someone to mention it and remind him of it when it's temporarily slipped his mind can rub him the wrong way.
Not that you'd probably ever see him anyway, but Junior is 5'9 and toned, the type of guy who was into sports enough to have benefitted from the exercise, but noot serious enough about it to be totally built from it. He has a boyish face with just the beginnings of stubble, short, messy auburn hair and brown eyes with just enough of green in them that they could be described as being the color of swamp muck. He could be considered good-looking without being extremely so, more adorable or cute rather than hot or sexy. If life were a movie, he'd be more likely to be cast as the best friend than the love interest.
He wears the same clothes he died in; faded jeans and Chuck Taylors, an old, brown Jimi Hendrix t-shirt with a greenish-grey army jacket. To the few that can see him, within Charlemont he appears more solid and can be heard more clearly than most other ghosts, almost indistinguishable from a living person, though the farther he is from where he died the more he fades out and becomes harder to see or hear. He usually looks pretty clean and healthy, though sometimes when he is upset or distraught (especially when close to his physical body) he can appear exactly the way he did when he died, with his clothes covered in blood and dirt, throat torn open, dark circles under his eyes with his lips and fingertips blue from the blood loss.
The second of four siblings, Howie was born in Texas to a family that did quite well. His mother came from old money, politicians and lawyers and such, while his father was one of those working class types that had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and ended up owning the largest chain of slaughterhouses in the southern United States. Naturally, Howie was quite spoiled, especially by his father, being the only boy up until his younger brother was born eight years after him. Of all his siblings, Howie always demanded the most attention, throwing tantrums often. But aside from that, he was essentially a good kid, athletic and academic and protective of his siblings when he wasn't fighting with them and everything else that parents could hope for their son to be.
Puberty was when things went downhill. Howie had entered what his parents assumed was just a typical rebellious teenager phase, though he took it much farther than the average kid in their eyes. Prone to hitting lows where he would miss school and barely even get out of bed for days at a time, whenever he did manage to snap out of it and get out of the house he usually ended up getting in fights or getting injured doing something stupid. While his school counselor suggested that Howie had serious issues that he should probably see a psychiatrist for, his parents weren't the type to think too highly of therapists or "head shrinkers" and dealt with the boy's behavior in their own way by simply becoming more strict and watchful. It really only made matters worse because that's when Howie started running away, disappearing for a few days at a time here and there, coming home drunk or stoned and flipping out whenever confronted about it.
His grades declined to the point that after high school, community college was the only place that would take him. Moving out of his parents house as soon as he turned 18 and getting an apartment with a friend, Howie seemed to mellow out a bit at least, though he still had his moments. He borrowed money from his parents often, having trouble keeping a job for more than a few months. He would register for courses only to drop them and pick up new ones, changing his mind almost constantly about what he wanted to study.
It was during a school break that Howie and a few friends decided to take a road trip to Canada. Of course on the way there, they took a wrong exit in search of a gas station and ended up in Charlemont. With Neverwhere in town, they ultimately decided to spend the day there to check it out and continue onwards the next day.
Things didn't go according to plan. They got a little too wasted, and being dumb tourists and not knowing any better, they ended up in the woods. Howie wandered just a little too far, and next thing he knew, he woke up dead. The End.
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