drew died at the age of 25 and has been frozen in that state ever since. he doesn't know why he's been trapped in the human plane, but that's exactly how he describes it. hidden from view from all but his fellow supernaturals and a very select group of humans, drew feels trapped. sure, there's a few perks. he can teleport at will and so far, he hasn't found a limit to his range. he has limited telekinesis but finds this is difficult to do consciously. he can switch between tangible and intangible at will, but his emotions tend to interfere. he's pretty much always cold and to touch his skin, it feels ice cold, like marble. he doesn't sleep, physically can't sleep. when he's intangible, he's unable to touch or make any difference to anything. when he's upset, he tends to switch to intangible. he doesn't eat or drink, only able to do so if he's fully tangible and generally preferring not to.

drew hates being dead. that's no secret. he frequently declares his distaste for it when things aren't going his way, loudly and often melodramatically. especially because he's always cold. always. and he has always hated the cold, even when he was alive. frequently found wearing at least three layers. he should learn to get used to it, should learn to come to terms with it. but that never was drew's style. he's melodramatic, frequently declaring the smallest of inconveniences to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him. he's flighty and not one for commitment, needing someone really, really special to get him to stick around. when he was alive, he was slightly easier to tie down, but death has only just worsened all of his negative traits.

but despite not being the type to commit, drew has found himself in a group, in a coven. because he's lonely. the first few weeks, months, after he died, before he found anyone else who could see him, it nearly drove him insane. and he cares about them more than he wants to admit. they're like a family now. sure, a weird, disjointed family, but he's a part of something. he needs people around, even if he doesn't want to admit it. he needs people who will laugh at his melodramatics, who will tell him to deal with it, who will always be there.

he's got a lot of unanswered questions. why he's still on earth, what is is that he needs to do before he can finally get peace, or if that was even really possible. he doesn't really want to still be on earth, not in the way he is. he wants to either be alive or at peace, and the way he is is neither. he doesn't want to settle down, he doesn't want to let anybody in because how can he in this cursed state? in reality, he loves deeply. he's physically affectionate, often found lying across a few of his friends as he laments how horrible his life is. he doesn't sleep now, but even still, when he was alive, he was the type of friend to stay up all night making sure that his friends were okay, and he'll do the same now. he's reliable, trustworthy, and a good friend. he doesn't belittle any problem. everything that happens to you will be just as bad, if not worse, than whatever happened to him. and when everything goes to hell, he gives great hugs.

drew was born in 1987. his life was relatively normal, and his knowledge and interest of the supernatural was strictly limited to movies and TV. he was a happy kid, a typically angsty teenager, and a happy young adult. he went to college and studied journalism. he dated, he had a good job, and he was happy. it was only a few days after his twenty fifth birthday that he was killed. he was hit by a car while walking home late one night, a freak incident. it was presumed to be an accident. the surgeons worked for hours, trying to save him, but ultimately he died. And woke up a few seconds later, staring at his body on the table.

For weeks, he wandered, lost. He went to his own funeral, he prayed that some of his family might see him, that... someone might see him. But nobody did. For months, nobody saw him. Then a bartender spoke to him in some cheap, washed up bar that drew found himself in out of old habits. the bartender was a shapeshifter, a rare lone wolf. the bartender gave drew a place to stay, somewhere he could go back to. they stayed up late, talking. the bartender had heard stories of groups of supernaturals, living together for protection. some people did well on their own, the bartender told him, but not everyone. he told drew about Wolf Pines.

and so drew made his way to Wolf Pines. he wasn't sure what to expect, but one of the first things he did notice was that people... noticed him. he laid low, not wanting to draw immediate attention to himself. it worked out as he heard about the coven, about how they had an affinity for the undead and the supernatural. he found them by accident, coming across one of them in a bar. he couldn't offer much, but he fit in. at first, they were people like him, people who saw him. then they were his friends. then, at some point, they became his family.