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_______________★___ Hey there! Call me Dev, I guess. Some call me the ‘Ghost Whisperer’.
_______________★___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a male. Do your eyes need to be checked?
_______________★___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be straight and not interested in a relationship. Women have too much baggage.
_______________★___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the housekeeper of the Inn.
_______________★___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm twenty-three years of age. Do I look younger? ******** you, you know nothing.
_______________★___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Autumn thirteenth.
_______________★___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Raynebow Valley.
_______________★___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in the Inn. The room number is not important. (Suite # 53)
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_______________★___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told! <******** you and your mom, that’s my story. What? That doesn’t count for anything? Jeez…fine. Whatever, my story goes a little something like this, I guess…
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a little, erm, different than most people. No, I’m not saying I’m special and talented at something. Hell no, let those people with talent bugger off and go find a cliff to jump off of or something, y’hear? Anyway, I was only ‘gifted’—if you want to call it a gift, I find it more of a curse really—in the fact that I could see things others could not. I didn’t see cutesy things like fairies, unicorns, magical rainbows with leprechauns and their blasted pot of gold at the end, do I look like some kind of pansy? I swear, you say yes and I’ll punch you in that thing you call a face. I could see ghosts and things that were no longer a part of this world and believe me, there were a lot of those things lurking around. It’s not just a happenstance sort of issue. The dead really outnumber the living in leaps and bounds like you wouldn’t believe. So seeing them growing up was common for me thus it caused my parents quite a bit of concern. When parents are concerned they do stupid things like send you to “doctors” for help.
Well, no one could actually help me. Not unless they blinded me and burst my eardrums, so I learned to pretend to be normal around my parents and at school. Though, now that I think about it, I did like to frighten my schoolmates when I was young with ghost stories. And as I got older, well, I guess you could say I turned my ‘gift’ into a cheap parlor trick. People are so easy to swindle when it comes to things they don’t understand, so I made quite a bit of easy money before it got boring and too much of a hassle to actually bother with it. Once people started trying to get me to “summon” ghosts for them to see, that was when I quit that oh so regular little business I had going. A person cannot summon a ghost! Ghosts are just like any other lifeform, it’s there but if you don’t see it, that’s your problem—not mine.
So with my meager business coming and going in spurts (it was so popular during the Fall season) through high school. I won’t say I was a “good boy” in school. I was more-or-less that loner that didn’t go out of his way to speak to others, they had to speak to me first. I had my handful of friends that I could count on (even if ghosts are more entertaining and friendly) and I had the necessary social skills to talk my way out of just about anything; especially when it came to scaring the life out of anyone that messed with me. That was all quite common until I met this girl. Yeah, this is where you insert your typical love story mumbo-jumbo here. I’m no romantic sap but I can tell you she was one damn fine enchantress for that brief time we dated. Of course, I don’t think so fondly of her now because that b***h had one hell of a gift for me come graduation.
Get this, that b***h broke into my car and left a baby inside with a note of how it was my problem. Honestly, what kind of mom abandons their child like that!? Especially with someone like me!? So essentially she dropped off her baggage onto me and as much as I wanted to get rid of the kid, I didn’t. I was in too much shock over it all but it didn’t last long. I guess even a jerk has his moments; I know I did when I got booted out of the house and was left with no means of support from family or friends alike. Eh, whatever. I found a job working at an inn and they gave me free room and board for working there. It was quite a godsend actually.
So that’s what I’ve been doing for the past five years, working at an inn and taking care of a kid that is biologically mine (I had a test done to make sure)—I didn’t want to be taking care of that b***h’s b*****d child after all. Though…as weird as it is for me to admit, I like the squirt. It hasn’t been easy being a parent but it has its nice moments, I’m really happy despite it all… Now do you feel better Mr. (or Miss) ‘I gotta know your personal business and make it my business’?
Get out of my face.
_______________★___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would describe my personality. I'll do my best though!
I’m a jerk, I won’t beat around the bush about that. Sometimes people are just so stupid you want to punch their lights out, and I’m the person that is more apt to do that if I’m caught in a bad mood. And no, I’m not always in a bad mood, people just mistake me for being in a bad mood, okay? I mean, I smile a little for my kid and am nice to him. I try to be a loving parent but I’m still young myself so I’m working on this whole parenting thing, I’m not perfect okay!? So I curse and threaten people if they so much as harm a hair on my squirt’s head. I’ve tried to teach him not to talk or act like I do but children have that tendency to mimic their caretaker but luckily…he doesn’t really. I’ve caught him saying a bad word or two and scolded him for it, but he’s generally well behaved. The complete opposite of me, actually. I still seem to cause trouble from time-to-time. It’s not like I mean to, people just don’t like it when others are blunt and purely honest with them. If you can’t handle the truth then don’t friggen ask me for my opinion on something ya moron. White lies aren’t going to help anyone—there is no such thing as a white lie. A lie is a lie, and that’s all there is to it, get used to that little fact.
Aside from my curses, temper, and off-putting coldness, there are some people I like. And those people tend to see a different side of me that’s not as harsh and biting as the public normally sees me.
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_______________★___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 160lbs.
_______________★___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5’10”.
_______________★___ What else have I done to myself? Nothing. Shocking, isn’t it?
_______________★___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! Books, food, blankets and scarves, anything spooky, money, my little squirt Fiorello, a day off, you not saying anything irritating and stupid.
_______________★___ But blegh; I'd rather not receive any of these... idiocy, materialistic women, annoying women, people telling me I’m a bad parent and telling me to get my act together, spinach, and raspberries.
_______________★___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afraid of losing Fiorello, being homeless, and not being able to provide a thing for my kid.
_______________★___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be Old mauve.
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