Superheroine Captain Esther Spectre
| Psychic Power | Godlike |
| Strength | Getting Quite High |
| Endurance | Extremely High |
| Combat Ability | Godlike |
| Presence | Godlike |
| Additional Powers | Trump, Ritual Magic, Necromancy |
I was wearing the suit of a Superheroine long before I joined the Network. I lived a full, long and happy life. Then I died. Then this story starts.
There are beings that are jealous of the Ghosts. There are beings that believe that what we have, what makes us tick, if you will, is something that they want. And with the evil that pervades these beings, it was but a short leap of logic for them to decide that if they took the Ghosts, they would then be able to take what they wanted for themselves.
Where I come into the story, is that they needed a test bed. Somewhere to put the stolen secrets to see if they worked. Archives and remnants of the original Ghostwheel project had been plundered, and for reasons of genetic sympathy with Ghost herself, my soul was dragged back from the dead, and stuck into the rotten remains of my body, and that in turn was stuck in a reverse engineered Ghost suit, as the founder member of the Esther Network. The suit did its best, but it couldn’t do much about that one significant element. So I was basically a very well fucked ghoul.
But eventually, rescue came for the Ghosts, and for me too, it seems. One of the very kind people who came to rescue them was able to actually resurrect me, and they brought me out of Hell with them.
Gratitude would be reason enough for me to stay and help out, but actually, this is my life now. It is what I was made for, and I embrace it fully.