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General Info

Name:  Alex Augustine

Nickname: creep, weirdo- doesn't have any nice nicknames

Gender/pronouns: Borderline genderfluid, male + all/any pronouns

Race: Black

Age: 17-20

Species:Human

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Pansexual

Powers|Medium ship
-can communicate with the dead despite being scared of them.
-can summon spirits but it usually backfires on them
-Alex can talk to the dead and if they concentrate hard enough he can even touch them, vice versa
-immortality, can revive from the dead but it takes a mintue

Drawbacks|heavy nosebleeds and headaches. Headaches specifically from the fact that ghosts are constantly screaming at them.

Reviving from the dead makes them extremely weak and disoriented

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Appearance

Height: 5'10(177cm)

Weight: 165lb(74kg)

Hair: slight afro with crazy curls. It's dyed both green and black.

Skin: brown skinned with freckles but other than that smooth skin

Distinguishing marks: heterochromia, the left eye is a dark brown while the right is almost a hazel brown. Also has a few scars on their arms, look like scratch marks, and on their back and chest

Eyes: like stated previously. Left eye is a dark brown and light hazel brown

Clothing: usually wears sweater vests with a jacket tied around their waist. Or a oversized cardigan with a button up underneath and whatever pants they can find. Also wears a lot of van and converse

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Personality

Temperament:

Angry|Alex is always... Angry or just mad at something. It's a very ever present feeling but also a comfort for Alex. What're they angry at? A whole lot of things and if you were in it's shoes too you would be mad

Rebellious|Alex is probably the most rebellious and spiteful person you'll meet. They hate listening to authorities and will do anything in his power to do the exact opposite of what they tell him to do.

Cynical|Very cynical. They're quite distrusting of people and it takes awhile for her to warm up to others. They take advantage of others they don't like uses their weaknesses against them.

Snarky|If  you couldn't tell, Alex can be snarky. Sassy even. Always ready for comebacks and quips. They also like to tease and make jokes about things they probably shouldn't joke about.

Voice of reason|despite all of Alex's colorful traits, they're quite logical and can easily come up with a plan in case anything goes haywire.

In conclusion, Alex is a unstable firecracker and the type to swing first and ask questions later. They also have bad taste in humor with all of their ghost/dead jokes

Moral/ethical beliefs: they like to say "every man for themselves" but if it truly came down to it, they'll turn back to save someone even if it might get them injured or killed

Religious beliefs: Atheist... Despite personally meeting and talking to god

Habits: biting their nails, pulling at their hair, placing, biting his lips, talking to 'thin air', random bouts of anger

Quirks/eccentricities: always punches with his left fist, grinds their teeth and always darts their eyes when in a tense situations

Likes: spicy foods, cats, messing around with people, fighting, arguing, releasing pent up stress, listening to music, being spiteful, proving people wrong

Dislikes: dogs, the dark, annoying people, ghosts, being told what to do, working with others

Fears: ghosts- for a whole number of reasons
The dark. It ties back to ghosts
Enclosed spaces

Strengths: they look frail but they pack a serious punch. But they're stubborn and doesn't back down from a fight. They're firecracker personality often accidentally inspires people

Weaknesses: their personality makes them slightly insifferable

Occupation: They're kinda... All over the place. Are they in college? Yesn't

Secrets:
His powers. And Rachel

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Gear

Always has:
A weapon to beat someones ass with. Always a weapon on them. Always.

Sometimes has:
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Events and History

Feeling extremely lazy again-

History and background details

People often think that Alex has some type of ED considering they never eat all of their food. But its just Alex can only take so much ghost blood and brain matter on their food without trying to heave it back up

Rachel is Alex's childhood friend that sticks around as a ghost.

Occasionally gets high

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Smut

Position: switch (mostly bottoms but doesn't mind topping- whatever his partner wants)

Turn ons: shotgunning (it's a weed thing, look it up), sexual tension, arguing, semi-public, making out, bitting, jaw kisses, kissing them to shut them up, praise and degradation, safe s*x

Turn offs: the usual

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Scenarios
1.
"Yeah, that's it breathe in and out.."
A person, who was dead just seconds ago, patted you on the back and tried to help even out your breathing. As wrong as it sounds, but the person who had taken a bullet for you, died, and miraculously came back to life was comforting you.

So it went like this.

It was an ungodly hour to be up but you went to your local 24/7 coffee shop for, y'know coffee. Everything was fine, peaceful, and you couldn't help but notice the very attractive person in the corner of the shop.

Then everything wasn't fine.

A group of masked guy had stormed in with guns and duffel bags. A robbery. At a coffee shop. At this time of night?

You and the curly haired male were the first they grabbed up since you both were the closest and took you guys as hostage. Though the male seems entirely indifferent to the entire thing.

The cash register seemed to be jammed and the woman behind the counter was in hysterics, mascara running down her cheeks mixed up in the tears.

"Hey, now. You guys need to loosen up." The green haired person blurts out. The random interruption made everyone freeze.

"No need to be assholes. She's trying her best to help you rob her, screaming at her won't get you what you want. So let's chill-"

The armed man has the barrel of the gun pointing at the incredibly reckless stranger's temple and suddenly they grin, showing far too much teeth. As if they were waiting for this.

The sound of the man's elbow breaking is sickening but the bullet in his head stops him from worry about such a trivial wound. He flops to the floor.

The second one is taken care of so fast, blink and you missed it.

Then suddenly, there's a gun pointing to your head and the person, who is scarily good with such weapon, turns to the man with narrowed eyes.

"I promise you to the little girl above, before you can even pull that trigger, I'll have a bullet in-between your eyes."

They quirk a brow, almost daring the last armed man to try them.

The man sputters something but you can't hear it over the roaring sound of your heartbeat.

"That's right... Hand them over slowly and maybe you won't end up like your buddies." They grin again and just seeing that smile would make anyone's blood run cold.

The man trembles, gun lowering and pushing you towards the male. Though what happens next is too fast for yourself to comprehend.

Two gunshots go off.

The armed male falls first, bullet between his eyes. And the other falls into your arms, a hole in their shirt and blood grows rapidly. They've been shot in the heart. And by the time you get them on the floor to check their pulse, it's already gone.

Which leads to now.

Everyone is gone, three bodies, police called (via you)but not here yet, and a (not?) zombie.

The stranger, Alex apparently, lifts their shirt up to reveal a tiny hole bleeding sluggishly. "Whew. Mi hermano, getting shot hurts like a bitch.

2.
You're a ghost. Congrats. Either you were too püssy to follow the light, or however you died pissed you off some much that the anger made you a ghost.

Either way, you're stuck in the limbo of non-living and living. And it was the worst thing ever.

No one could see you. You couldn't talk more touch anyone and any of the random ghost you come across are of no help.

And to make matters worse, you don't even know who you are. A ghost with amnesia, a crummy fucking joke.

What you do know is that you died in a parking lot with your stomach sliced open like a ravine and vomiting up your insides. Tragic. Who or what killed you? Who knows.

But there's word on the street about someone being able to see ghosts. After asking around, receiving many useless information, you find out the person's name is Alex. And they're kinda all over the place and never sticking to one thing for long.

You find this, Alex, on a park bench reading a book. There's a ghost right next to them, pale skin (obviously) long ginger hair braided into one going down her back. She gives you a death glare as you approach but Alex seems too far sucked up in the book to really notice.

They don't look up. At all. Not even when you clear your throat. They simply raise a finger, a universal signal to shut the fuck up and wait.

You end up waiting a hour. Doesn't really feel like a long time with being a ghost and all it's easy to lose track of time. Alex closes the book with a thump and sets it down on her lap. Dark and brown eyes looks you up and down, almost feeling like a specimen under mad scientist gaze. Finally, he smiles.
"You reek of trouble."

(This scenario can go two ways. It'll involve around the investigation of your death and past.

One scenario can go to the fantasy route where your were killed by a demon or ghost gone mad-

The other scenario is seeing that your death connects back to a very dangerous Mafia man.

You can choose whichever way you like to go and maybe there's a way we could take both scenarios. Other than that feel free to come up with your own backstory or another mysterious reason on why you died that needs investigation.)

3.
Make it up!