You lived in the Ghost Zone for so long, possibly since the realm's creation but you couldn't remember to be sure. You could remember your family and growing up with your brothers in one of the most dangerous areas in the Ghost Zone. Your parents loving and help you and your brothers grow into powerful ghosts, because of them you knew that you are different from most ghosts. Only very few ghosts are on par with your power, but then they barely connect to you since they don't share your beliefs. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝. Even as a child you often help others without wanting anything in return, and are wise beyond your years. You had an aura of a leader and your compassion attracted people to you, not to mention your skills of combat. Your desire to protect others extends to the whole Ghost Zone, so when Pariah Dark brought harm with his tyrannical rule and army. You couldn't lay down as others suffered so bravely with other ancient ghosts rallied against Pariah and ended his rule. In return you became the protector of the Ghost Zone and spent your days protecting your home. Then a young halfa appears making a ruckus in the Ghost Zone, your old days of just guarding your home changed to ones with some action and widening your eyes to the other side. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒.