Fuck you.”

    » "Uh, yes you do. 

Gasp! How dares he, your face is n o t boring!

      » "I'm serious! 

                        I'm an, er- interesting person.

 Well, actually an interesting ghost, if you want to say it right...

             But I'm cool, okay? I may be old, but I still got, er-

          how do kids say it these days?

"Are you piss-drunk? She needs her phone to talk to me - It’s not like she hangs around my ass all day. Sophie was pretty fucking sure you were going to hit her or something if she tried getting it back."

          » "Dunno, to be honest. I kinda like to bother her. How do I even know her? Oh, right. I actually do remember that one."

  Just the thought of it could make a smile appear on his face.

            » "She spilled my orange juice."

                     Yeah, that's a good reason to hate someone.

|| The Basics ||

Name: David Cultriff (it's pronounced day-veed, you assholes) Nickname(s): Dave, brickface bowlcut. Age: forever 26 Species: Ghost

|| Personal ||

Morality (Bold One Per Section): Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic ||| Good / Gray / Evil Religious Belief: God has abandoned us. Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: tbh he just wants a happy life with his husband. Languages Known: English, french. Secrets: His entire past is one big secret. Quirks: Tends to quiet down once he is confronted with his problems. Rubs his forehead as soon as he's under a lot of pressure. Savvies: He's a pretty good dancer, an amazing liar, and an insanely amazing gunman.

|| Physical ||

Build: Slender / leans on Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other Height: 5,75cm Weight: depends on tangibility. Scars/Birthmarks:  Several bruises on his lower back region, and a reather large shot wound on his forehead. It is hard to notice, since he always covers it with his hair. Abilities/Powers: If you don't know what a ghost can do then you have a pretty sad childhood. Restrictions: Tbh I don't even know. Probably vacuum cleaners.

|| Favorites ||

Favorite Food: Pizza Favorite Drink: Good wine Favorite Pizza Topping: quatro stagioni Favorite Color: Blue Favorite Music Genre: swing and even electroswing Favorite Book Genre:Anything that has a decent plot Favorite Movie Genre: shitty romantic sobstories. Favorite Season: Winter, less people seem to pop up at his door around that time of the year. Favorite Butt Type: flatbutts. Favorite Swear Word: “Casse-toi!” Favorite Scent: ANYTHING. ANYTHING AT ALL. HE CAN'T SMELL A GODDAMN THING Favorite Quote: “Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”  ― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

“When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette.”  ― Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

|| Fun Stuff ||

"Boss" Theme Music: Antything from Shark Attack  Bottom or Top: Bottom :') Loud Burper Or Soft Burper: soft ew Sings In The Shower: Yes / No Likes Bad Puns: Yes / No  Their Opinion On The Mun: “no.”

    » "What? She can't do that herself?"

'

    always the questions.. 

     » "Some do, some don't. 

I don't like to waste my time on sleeping, I won't get less tired anyways. And it's pretty counterproductive. I have better things to do than pretend I have actually passed on, you know.

                               And the whole eating thing....

       It's pretty much useless, since you can't taste anything.

Yeah, no. This guy wasn't intimidating at all.

   » "Uh, gotta start somewhere, right?

"You’re not the first,pup.

      » "I'm not boring!"

Shit. He's onto you. You really are a boring person. Quick, say something witty to save yourself.

                    »  "You-- Your face is boring!"

       » "Depends.

   » "Well, take a good look then.

        » "Mon ami,

              you and I both know that your eyebrow game is hella strong.