Thazic

"The only respect people need is respect for themselves. And you're right, you know. How dare I ask for your help? What a blatant mistake on my part. So fine if you want to leave I'll let you.. That is, if you can best me."

"Here's a challenge: Don't piss me off."

He was known for being the biggest bully in the neighborhood. Quick-tempered, impatient, and arrogant, he's usually the one to start a fist fight and win. He was a troublemaker early in life and made friends that way, but also a lot of enemies. Though he always was a hardass, there were rare moments when you could tell he had a heart, like protecting his little brother, Ephenay, from the other kids, and also zombies. Just don't mention it to his face. It was over a hundred years ago that he was slain by a horde of roaming undead. Ever since that fateful night, he's been lonely haunting the small cottage where his grave is. In the past century or so, his spirit hasn't been able to move on to the Hereafter for some reason, but he remains hopeful underneath all the anger and suffering. Every year, Ephenay visits the house and talks to him, despite him not being able to be heard back, or seen. Strange, given that the other ghosts are at least seen at night, but why not him? Was he not dead? Was he cursed? Nothing ever seems right... until that one time a year the freckled-faced loser comes to visit. Unlike how Thazic used to be when he was alive, hearing his brother's stories and thoughts are his favorite pass time. He's seen him on good days and bad days, and watched as he grew up into the adulthood he never reached.