Butch the DESGOSTANG

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Name Butch
Age 56
Gender Male
Species Ghoul
Ethnicity Originally Teinari
Height 5'11"
Occupation Medical Practitioner for the Reds--aka, he plays around with bodies in the morgue.
Residence The Cancer
Voice Michael Wincott

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Physical Description
Butch is a good medium between trim and built, with long limbs and slender fingers that are great for sticking into dead bodies to poke around at their insides. His skin is a deep grayish teal, his eyes black with bright neon yellow irises. His hair is a silvery blue, kept short and often gelled back in a style that was popular centuries ago, yet he still somehow manages to pull off. He is most often seen wearing black, gray or white dress shirts, slacks and blazers, fond of bright red as an accent color (usually as a tie) and broad-brimmed fedoras. He keeps changes of clothes at work that are more suitable for his actual job.

Personality
Haughty, confident, egotistical and most definitely a conniving little fucker with little to no regard for how his pranks may effect others.

He is a fairly selfish man, simplistic in his wants and needs because when it all boils down to it, the morgue is the best place for a ghoul to get a good meal these days and just about the only place for him to do it somewhat legally. He's completely unphased by gore of any sort, and the sight of any kind of dead body tends to get him salivating pretty quickly. Thankfully, he's still able to perform his job, and as soon as a case has been dismissed and the body is unclaimed (which happens often on a space station full of criminals) he wastes no time in digging right on in, much to the chagrin of his coworkers, but at least it's an efficient disposal system.

Typically, they leave him to his job, but he is occasionally called out onto the field to deal with particularly nasty cases, and everyone often regrets asking him to come out when he does. He's usually nothing but awful jokes and morbid humor with no sense of personal space or boundaries; he's been called out for touching coworkers inappropriately on multiple occasions.

That all being said, he's not the worst person ever. He can be surprisingly thoughtful, attentive, and quick to pick up on and memorize important details. He knows most if not all of his coworkers' names, refers to them by such, and their favorite snack foods--for when he needs to make amends for inevitably pissing them off of course.

Magic/Abilities
-Ridiculously sharp sense of smell
-Predatory instincts, good hunter
-Superhuman speed, strength and endurance
-Lives only off of dead flesh, Borritos and Fountain Dew

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