"Don't wear it out!"
Age
18 in years... 10 in maturity.
"What?! How dare you say I don't act my age! Hmph!"
Appearance
The ghost carries himself in a relaxed, easy manner, eyes sparkling with mischief beneath his mussed-up hair. He never looks tidy or well-kept. He loves wearing loose-fitting clothes (often entirely forgetting to wear a shirt). Formal wear is his worst enemy. In addition to his graphic tees and baggy jeans, he never leaves the house without an impish grin, no pun intended. It's naughty, it's silly... it's strangely adorable on his young-looking face. His smile lights up the room. You can always tell when he's up to something: whenever he looks too innocent, you just know that mischief is afoot.
"Who, me?"
Mortal/Supernatural
Supernatural. Roscoe is a ghost, a buruburu to be exact. Buruburus are born of a person's fear as they die in terrible ways. He has a severe weakness to salt. It burns him and can reduce his form to the traditional wispy, transparent state that most people think of when they imagine ghosts; after having some time to recuperate, they can regain their corporeal state. However, if they ingest too much salt, or have it thrown on them repeatedly with no time to recuperate, it can kill them- burn them away to nothing, just wisps of fog blown away on the wind. In addition, direct sunlight can be uncomfortable... but still bearable.
In correlation to this, Roscoe is a surprisingly healthy eater for his age, preferring tofu and veggies to any regular "teenage boy" food. He loves bacon, however, and eats it even though the salt burns his mouth. He can often be found sitting in the dark, alone in his room, playing video games.
As a buruburu, Roscoe does have a few powers: adorableness? Derpiness? The power of immaturity?
In all seriousness, he can become invisible (but only if he already stands in dim lighting), and he can mildly levitate. However, he doesn't like to use these abilities often.
"Can I have that sodium-free, please?"
Personality
Roscoe is a prankster and a troublemaker. His constant joking can get annoying after awhile. This is a ghost who is never serious... actually, he's kind a pathetic excuse for a buruburu. They're supposed to be evil. Sometimes he gives it a halfhearted stab, but really, he just like goofing off and relaxing, not sentencing souls to damnation. His silliness makes sobering sense when you realize that the boy who created him was only nine years old when he died.
He's lazy. Hates work. He can, however, cook quite well (for being so skinny, he has an enormous appetite). When you get past his many faults, however, he's quite fun to be around. If you're looking for a good time, Roscoe is your man. Boy. Devil. Ghost. Thing.
At the same time, Roscoe can be very caring. He may be too wrapped up in his jokes and laughter to realize that you're upset, but the moment he does, it's like an empathy switch is turned on inside of him. He's naive and sweet, quickly trusting and quickly giving his heart away. He would approach a complete stranger on the street to soothe them if they were crying. The only time he's ever fierce is when he's in defense of his friends.
Or if you try to wake him up before noon.
History
This buruburu was born from a little boy's fear after he was kidnapped and murdered. The boy, whose name was Roscoe White, had rich parents who he always disappointed. They wanted him to work, he'd hide under his bed eating oatmeal and reading comic books. They wanted him to do well in school, he'd fall asleep in class. They wanted him to stop fooling around, he ran away. Forever. Human Roscoe tried to hitch-hike away from home, and it ended up... badly.
The boy's fear as he died created Roscoe as we know him today. Roscoe possesses all of the boy's memories, and often he gets confused and talks about the boy in the first person.
Now that he's ended up in this attempt to save the earth, he's concerned that it will cut into his TV and video game time, but he is fascinated at the thought of living with a mortal girl. He's looking forward to making friends with her. He can make friends with anyone.
Likes
• Tofu, vegetables, salads, "rabbit food"... and bacon, despite it nearly killing him every time he eats it. Hey, guilty pleasure.
• Cooking. See the above.
• Games and activities. He likes board games, card games, swimming, Foosball, table hockey, checkers, hide-and-seek (he cheats with invisibility), video games... he's not at all competitive, but rather just likes the fun of it.
• Being silly and goofing around. Whether it's making a fool of himself at karaoke or hiding under your bed for five hours until you fall asleep so he can jump out at you, Roscoe is not shy at all when it comes to embarrassing himself. It's his inner child, or really, the inner child of the human he was born from.
• Hollister. Nuff said.
• Chick flicks.
• The sun. He never gets to really see it now that he's a ghost; he's forgotten what it's like to be warm. Actually, it really bothers him that he can't go out in it anymore, so this is a love-hate relationship. His parents (or, rather, the human Roscoe's parents) would always tell him to go play in the outdoors rather than watching TV, and now he regrets all the times he scoffed at them.
• 90's cartoons.
Dislikes
• Any competitive sports. No basketball, soccer, or football for him.
• Work, chores. Neat freaks.
• When his friends are upset. It can get him upset enough to cry along with them. Ironically, this often ends up with his friend consoling him, not the other way around.
• The dark. It frightens him, but he goes out in it anyway, since it's more or less the only time he can go outside.
• Meat in general, but mostly that's because of salt.
• People with tans. He can't get one. It's not fair!
• FORMAL WEAR. (For Roscoe, having to put on a shirt is considered formal wear.)
• Busybodies, over-competitive people. Cool your jets, broski!
He's also really self-conscious about standing it bright light, since it shows how transparent he is.