Jacob Marley
Marley was dead, to begin with. Seven years to the day, for sure. In that time, his spirit had wandered about, fettered by its chain and weights, longing for the ability to enact the tiniest bit of charity upon the people he once bitterly walked by. He could watch but never interfere. That is, until the 7th anniversary of his death. When the clock struck midnight on this day, his spirit was called forth to an ethereal judicial bench in an otherwise empty room. At the bench, a spirit suddenly appeared. Its right side was pure white and its left pure black, though that seemed to shift back and forth every few moments. "Jacob Marley?" The spirit said in a booming and yet soft voice "Yuh...yes?" Jacob said, trembling "I am called the Arbiter. I make decisions for appeals, disputes, and the like in the spiritual world. Do you know why you are here?" Jacob shook his head "I wish I could say that I did." The Arbiter continued you "Your constant a...