This is Chalice v u v a knight of the medieval era. He was a happy little knight who liked to kill things for the glory of his country until he died gruesomely. This poor baby was shot on the battlefield in the eye with an arrow, was still alive, collapsed into magnetized mud on the battlefield and it slammed the arrow back into his brain. THAT killed him.
I have a head-cannon where ghosts have their own personal worlds in the Ghost Zone, and they relive their last few days over and over again with the figments of the people they saw or knew. Which is why the ghosts Danny faces in cannon DP are as messed up as they are... because dying in painful ways over and over again for who knows how long would make you a wee cranky too, yeh?
Chalice’s last few days were his best and most frightening. He experienced love, hate, anger, fear, betrayal, etc over the course of five days... and for a hundred or so years he lived that fragment of his life over and over, experiencing his death over and over. Until one day he figured out that he was dead and his world became frozen mid-battle.
SO he looked outside his world for answers but saw the Ghost Zone being empty, ducked back into his world, and then spent yet many many more years in agony, feeling as though this solitude was his purgatory.... It took what seemed like eons to him to get somewhat out of that pit and he eventually started to learn about himself.
He was always the most selfless being, more worried about everyone around him than himself, very selfless to a flaw.... but in time he decided to think only about himself because he was all he had now. He spent much of his time learning about his powers (how to manipulate metal with his magnetic ability, how to change form and colour and size at will and various common powers like flying and such)... he discovered how to change his world, create apparitions of people he loved and knew, and even of those he hated just so he could beat them up. He manifested the appearance of everywhere he had ever been ever but... sometimes he would have no energy to do all of this, and as nice as the figments of people were they didn’t have minds of their own, he was always still alone... no one and nothing was real and this was still purgatory.
annnnnnnd that’s where ap-neas‘s STANE comes in~ yaaaaaaay
neither of us are sure what their relationship is