[X] An actual ghost – One of the first things you did after you started seeing faces in mirrors and things kept falling off your shelves was Google symptoms of Ghost Possession. You found out when one appeared in your room later that, apparently, talking to them is a better source of information. Ghosty McGhostface explained that you absorbed his 'Anchor' after picking up that part-time job in the cemetery, and that was the last thing he needed to pass on. Apparently, this is a good thing, as he forced a bunch of nasty gooey stuff into your chest before disappearing with a fond farewell. You've resolved to tell no one about this until now, as it sounds insane.
[X] They weren't around to protect you anymore – You got your powers four months before Dad died in a car accident. Your mother was absolutely heartbroken, but something about the whole thing seemed…off to you. Mom was strong; losing Dad was a blow, but not the kind that would drive your teetotaler mother to the liquor store nightly. Eventually - and quickly, you grimly note – you were an orphan. Since you were still a minor, someone had to take care of you, and Ravenholm was there to step in. How kind and timely of them.
[x] Fate? – You've always been lucky, and Ishmael might have finally given you a reason why. Not the kind of lucky that gets you free cash or gets you dates, just the kind of luck that sometimes makes your awkwardness and general ineptitude work out. No matter how unlikely something is to work out for you, you always manage to spot a break you can take advantage of – even if you have to manufacture it yourself sometimes. It always comes at a price though; every time Fate bails you out it seems like it kicks your ass later for the trouble. [x] Alex Moirae
[X] They didn't have a choice – Mom was getting sicker and sicker, and Dad was nervous like when the collections people won't stop calling. You saw familiar red-text letters from a place called Ravenholm, and you initially brushed it off as another bank claiming your parents are 'delinquent' again. Then, one night you heard your father talking quietly on the phone, and the next morning your family's debts were erased and you were bound for a new 'education'.
[x] Write-in: Music- You were the average everyday highschool garage band guitarist. Your lead singer said you'd be the ones to make it big in Vegas or wherever, but even then you knew how that story ends. Still, you'd resolved to have fun while it lasted, and for you that meant playing in the dive bar downtown. You didn't know who the client was, just that she had a voice like a thousand angels and she needed one more, and your lead singer fit the bill. After that things get hazy, but but you play better than ever and your new case of tinnitus seems oddly prophetic...