Caspar Montgomery

Bio

OCCULT INCIDENT DOSSIER / SUBJECT ACTIVE NO CLEAN SIGNAL SUBJECT / MEDIUM / GHOSTHUNTER CASPAR MONTGOMERY HE DOESN'T CHASE THE DEAD. THEY FIND HIM. “SOMETIMES I DON'T FIGHT THEM OFF.. I JUST MAKE SURE THEY FINISH WHAT I STARTED” STATUS ACTIVE AGE 27 ORIGIN LONDON CLASS VESSEL BACKGROUND Caspar Montgomery was not meant to come back. At the age of seven, somewhere between sirens and sterile hospital light, his heart stopped and for thirty minutes, the world let him go. When it took him back, something came with him. Or perhaps something never let him leave. His family, originally from Greece, had already carved their place into the harsher edges of London, a life built on friction, quiet hostility, and the kind of unspoken dealings that blurred the line between survival and crime. There was no warmth waiting for him when he returned. No understanding. Only distance, suspicion… and the growing sense that something about him was fundamentally wrong. Because Caspar didn’t come back empty. He saw them first in reflections — figures that lingered a second too long, shapes that didn’t belong to the living world. Then came the voices. Not loud, not clear… but persistent. Like something scratching at the inside of his skull, asking to be let in. Asking to be heard. THE HUNT ▸ case files ▸ organization ▸ known entities ▸ incident logs LIKES Quiet places that feel untouched Black coffee, no sugar Late hours where the world thins out Control — or at least the illusion of it DISLIKES Bright, sterile environments Unsolicited sympathy Authority figures with clean hands Religious absolutism Losing time THE THING INSIDE THE MEDIUM He doesn’t just speak to the dead, he lets them in. Not always willingly. Not always safely. There are moments — black gaps in time, fractures in memory — where something else wears his skin, moves his body, finishes conversations he never started. Most of the time, he regains control before anything irreversible happens. Most of the time. Because beneath the control, beneath the carefully reconstructed facade, there is something Caspar guards with absolute precision — something darker than the spirits he channels, something far more personal. A truth he refuses to confront. Not every presence inside him is a stranger. And not every act committed through his hands can be blamed on the dead. SINS • He lets them in, even when he knows he shouldn’t • He stopped questioning where he ends and they begin • He cleans up what happens… instead of stopping it • He feels nothing where others would break THERE ARE WORSE THINGS THAN BEING HUNTED Caspar doesn’t see himself as a victim. Not anymore. What happened to him—what changed him—stopped being a tragedy a long time ago. It became a function. A mechanism. Something he learned to use, to refine, to turn into something almost… useful. Control is a narrative he tells himself. Because the truth is far less stable. He doesn’t ask what happened. He asks how to make sure no one else does. And maybe that’s the real fracture — not the voices, not the presence, but the fact that deep down, he’s no longer entirely sure he wants them gone. EVIDENCE WALL / SUMMONING BOARD ARCHIVE LOCKED / DO NOT CLEANSE / DO NOT INVITE FURTHER CONTACT

Writing

• Between possession and willStory · last activity 5 May 26 at 04:44 AM
• The Vessel of the Dead MindStory · last activity 1 May 26 at 04:22 PM
• “I don't see what's wrong with taking a nap in a public place... but if it bothers you, yo…In-character post · 3 May 26 at 12:17 PM
• “I stopped asking whether I’m a good man a long time ago. Good men don’t survive the thing…In-character post · 9 May 26 at 09:23 AM
• “Spiritbox... a simple tool, but effective. Just ask three questions... where are you, who…In-character post · 5 May 26 at 05:32 PM
• "A Poltergeist in Paris… city of love, my ass, every damn bed’s got a ghost with ange…In-character post · 30 Apr 26 at 07:12 PM
• Who you gonna call? "Go on... say my name, let’s see what shows up."In-character post · 29 Apr 26 at 12:08 PM