Username: [og_ghost]

Name: Terrance Perry. Dammit, Mom.

Age: 27 {Mostly true.}

Alibi: I, uh.... I don't remember. All I know is I woke up in a dark basement with a headache and smelling intensely of alcohol. I figure that's why the zombies couldn't smell me. {Or maybe that's what scared them off? Go shower, Terry.}

Appearance: Dashing, handsome, and not at all creepy. {Mostly true.}

Skills(if any): Who needs skills when you've got raw, unadulterated brawn and exasperatingly good looks? {None to speak of.}

Personality: I rock. No, seriously. Like, yes! Also, I'm really good with ladies. I like long walks on the beach and candle-lit dinners. I love dogs, and also certain varieties of children. {No comment}

History: Hm. Well, I'm from Florida, originally, which is why I have this AWESOME tan. I worked as Mall Security for a little while, which is where I learned to stand around and look important. I got pretty good at it, too. Check it out. {Looking good, there, Terry.}

Picture: I like pictures. {No, really.}

Is anyone still alive?