[The Asgardians and the Wanderers don't really know him. They've not had to live with him for nearly a century, building up quite a reputation with year after year of frantic attempts to cross the bridge. He uses and uses and uses. He worms his way into people's hearts with smiles, friendship, and good times before he ruins it all, each and every time. There are no exceptions. Everyone will grow tired of his antics, give up on him ever changing his ways, not be able to forgive him indefinitely...
None of it would be necessary, if he hadn't done the same to his very own family long ago. He tore through their lives like a hurricane, leaving it in tatters. He gave them nothing but pain, in the end. He's the real curse, not the words he's found etched into his bones. Annoyance. Failure. Useless. Liar. Con. Unwanted.
Forgettable.
But it's easy to hide. The weather's colder than he's used to and he can feel it more than a proper ghost would. A good excuse for wearing longer sleeves, though it doesn't fit as well as his fancy suit does. Everything not tailored just for him is far too baggy, for obvious reasons. And he's had bad days before. Only way to deal with them is to double down, pour out the charm, laugh it all off as he goes about his usual business. Which mostly involves getting into everyone else's business. Plenty of people to pester throughout the city! He's well on his way to becoming that guy who knows everyone.]
Héctor | Coco
[The Asgardians and the Wanderers don't really know him. They've not had to live with him for nearly a century, building up quite a reputation with year after year of frantic attempts to cross the bridge. He uses and uses and uses. He worms his way into people's hearts with smiles, friendship, and good times before he ruins it all, each and every time. There are no exceptions. Everyone will grow tired of his antics, give up on him ever changing his ways, not be able to forgive him indefinitely...
None of it would be necessary, if he hadn't done the same to his very own family long ago. He tore through their lives like a hurricane, leaving it in tatters. He gave them nothing but pain, in the end. He's the real curse, not the words he's found etched into his bones. Annoyance. Failure. Useless. Liar. Con. Unwanted.
Forgettable.
But it's easy to hide. The weather's colder than he's used to and he can feel it more than a proper ghost would. A good excuse for wearing longer sleeves, though it doesn't fit as well as his fancy suit does. Everything not tailored just for him is far too baggy, for obvious reasons. And he's had bad days before. Only way to deal with them is to double down, pour out the charm, laugh it all off as he goes about his usual business. Which mostly involves getting into everyone else's business. Plenty of people to pester throughout the city! He's well on his way to becoming that guy who knows everyone.]