Well, I made myself a custom.
I wanted something different. Something new, not just another adoptable. So I made a ghost.
He has forgotten the name he had when he was alive, but he wouldn't tell you even if he could remember. Strangely, he is able to interact with the physical world most of the time, like those ghosts in cartoons.
As a male, he thrived on emotions and happiness. Now, those things could kill him. Strong emotions make him more substantial, closer to the world we walks. Happiness, anger, hate, sorrow, love...
Unfortunately, this does not bode well. If he gets too close to being real, the slashes on his neck begin to pain him. Once, during a time of great sorrow, he became almost solid in form, and the fatal wound began to bleed unstoppably. Suffice it to say, he keeps his emotions in check.
It could only spell disaster if he were to fall in love. And so he roams, distant, and so alone.
(His hair is of the normal length, he just ties it up)
NAME: His true name is unknown, by him and those who know him. He has chosen to go by the name "Trinn" if anyone asks. But usually... nobody asks.
Personality:
He was once immature and happy-go-lucky. A dare-devil optimist who refused to back down from a challenge. "Hey guys watch this!" or whatever he could do to one-up his best friend, who was sometimes his enemy, but most of the time his best bud.
Then it happened...
Now he... has no personality.
He has forgotten his name, who he once was, and has only hauntingly faint memories to keep him company. He keeps his emotions in check, that is, he doesn't let them even materialize. For fear of the consequences, he keeps to himself, wandering alone and hoping not to be seen, as he waits for the time to run out on the curse that has kept him here. If you tried to get to know him, and finally achieved it, he might let his guard slip and start showing hints of his old self.
Mostly though, he walks alone, and tries to tell others to leave him be, lest they become involved in his affairs, and get hurt. Or else lest he become involved in their lives, and start to care, and to feel once again...