- Who Am I...
- Romantic Interests
None for the moment.
- Relationship Status
- My Story Is...
I am Motumbe Jeeves, and I was abandoned in Africa (Region of Mpumalanga, formerly known as the Transvaal colony.) as a young child where I was found and adopted by a kind family. The only thing I knew of my original family was the surname, thus why my name happens to be Jeeves.
I was born in 1871, and I died when I was around the age of 10 give or take a few years and apparently ghosts don’t stop aging.. They just age rather slowly which I suppose is beneficial to me because eternity wouldn’t be quite so grand if stuck in the form of a child.
I was killed in an act of revenge, as was my entire family.. We were trying to stop poachers and after many successful attempts it became something of a short term war between my family and the poachers which ended with my family slaughtered and burned to ash in a pit..
I survived for another two weeks, waging a battle I couldn’t win against these poachers and ended up with several bullets in my chest as a result.. Then I was tossed into the pit littered with the ashes and remaining bones of my family where I eventually bled out and died.
After a few months a shaman resurrected me for the sake of allowing me revenge on those poachers.. I became a spirit of vengeance, and succeeded in my task but never passed on into a peaceful afterlife due to my actions. And now I am stuck, haunted by the spirit of my younger brother Akimbe, who takes the form of a floating, flaming skull that only I can understand.
A bit ridiculous for a ghost to be haunted by another ghost, but stranger things have happened.. After wandering for many years, I found myself on Hellifyno where I eventually found love, and a job as a school counselor but all things come to an end and as such those things didn’t last very long.
Now I spend my time in my unique home upon the Locomotive of St.Michael, a trans-dimensional train who’s box cars and cabin cars are made custom for their inhabitants, my own being designed on the inside to look like a gigantic zen garden.. As odd as it might sound it brings me peace.
- My Appearance
Tall, just over 6’2″, slender but physically fit. Pale and translucent for the most part but in life he was a white man, with blue eyes and brown hair. He dresses himself in garb akin to that of a typical shaman, as it was all he was given to wear upon his resurrection and it’s something he’s come to find comfortable.. Leather skirt-like lowers, jewelry, beaded arm bands.
And a small, flaming skull that follows him around chattering incessantly but they appear to share a familial fondness for each other.
- My Secrets Are...
I’m really old.. Like.. 147 years old.
- I Believe...
Being dead doesn't really change much.