~The shadows of ether part to provide Carl Stamper entrance to the scene. The ghost seems solid in essence, like a spirit crafted from stone. Carl appears in dun trousers and a matching shirt with a deputy's police badge. Carl fills the pseudo-uniform out well, his corpus hard and corded with dead sinew. The wraith appears to be armed with only a sheathed hunting knife strapped at his belt. His features are as gray as the Underworld's spiritscape. Yet they also seem solid, like cold marble. His expression remains as grim as death. His head is bald and the corpus of his scalp is blackened as if by fire. The ghost stands firm against tides of lawlessness and corruption, dissuading his enemies through the promise of harsh judgement. Carl's gaze stays steady, although the dark eyes are sometimes irradiated with energy. Arcs of lightning flash in his dead gaze and down through his limbs. Electricity seems to buzz at this wraith's fingertips and charge his whole corpus. Who has the power now?~
OOC: Appearance 2; Death's Sigil
"Genius is sometimes mistaken for madness. But no one mistakes stupidity. Do that again and I'll ram a dunce cap up your ass so deep not even your Pardoner will find it."