Okay, I want in now.
NAME: Tyler
Species: Ghost. Can become tangible for short eriods, but needs to take over a week-minded body to maintain tangibility fora long time.
PERSNALITY: Hostile and arrogant to new people. Assumes he knows more than everyne cause he's been around longer.
LOVE INTEREST(S): Estelore, Claire
POTENTIAL RIVAL(S): Shanker, Ken, Jax
POTENTIAL MORTAL NEMISIS(...S): Shanker
POTENTIAL EVIL TWIN: Claire
God I was drunk. I mean like, really drunk. You know how it feels to be drunk? Well add around 14 more drunks onto that and you'll feel like I did.
It was hard to tell, but I think I was still in the bar. I mumbled something, and the bartender brought me another drink? Had I asked for one? Whatever, maybe I did, maybe I didn't. In any case, I glorped it down like there was no tomorrow.
After I had decided that after 4 more drinks I would probably kill this body from alcohol poisoning, I ordered 3 more drinks. Midway through the second, I felt a lot of heat on my back, and I looked back to see what looked like a giant chicken on fire through the haze. For some reason the chicken decided that it didn't want to be on fire anymore, and became a pretty broad. The lady sat down (maybe on a chair, maybe on a french bulldog, I don't know) and started eating something.
"Hey sexy!" I yelled, probably a bit too loudly.