My name is Estienne Voitture. I am a male French soldier who died in the 1200’s. I was around 18 when I died. I died in a French battle that was lost to time. I am quiet and reserved. I cannot pass into the afterlife. I died due to my cowardice, and regret it deeply. I was single and had no family. Not everyone can see me. I am extremely self deprecating, and am full of a lot of bitterness towards myself. I am extremely kind, but hesitant to open up.