42 — Hobbies? Dante loves music. I mean, really loves music. Really, really loves it. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that it saved his life many, many, many times. His first experience with a guitar was nothing short of magical. He’d sooner die than ever break one of his guitars. He also plays the drums, the piano (and the keyboards, by proxy), and knows his way around a synthesizer or two. Lord Reznor demands it. He even writes! He keeps a little black notebook inside his coat that he whips out in his fits of INSPIRATION. He finds he makes his best work when he throws caution to the wind and just throws down whatever comes to mind. Any longer than that and he starts rhyming ‘murder’ with ‘mermaider’.
And then there is, of course, his stand-up. Not surprising, considering it’s all about being the center of attention and making people laugh. Two of his favorite things! He works the local circuit and sometimes regional circuit when he’s got the time (and money), but he’s not aiming for any higher than that. It’s just a thing he does for fun. Making a career out of it would make it all stressful and shit. Then he’d turn into Bob Saget. Full House Saget. He keeps the little black notebook for that, too. Never know when you’re gonna find that killer material. If you see him scribbling in that book and he’s snickering about it, then you might want to grab that bad boy, because boy he does not have good things to say about you tonight.
(Or maybe he’s just doodling Godzilla. He… he does that a lot.)
His other greatest love is, of course, being a snoopy little shit. He loves exploring cities, woods, towns, and… well, everywhere. If it’s got nooks and crannies and secrets, he is so there. He’s a very urbex kind of guy and his first instinct to anything remotely spooky and abandoned is to dive right into it. You know. For ghosts.
He also considers himself a ‘champion’ thrift shopper long before Macklemore made it cool. When it comes to slumming it, he’s the best. Don’t believe him? Hah, fine, he’ll prove it.You see that jukebox? Got that for a fraction of what it’s worth at some Goodwill. Sure, it’s dusty and sometimes it hacks up a buncha junk instead of a song, but that’s a gen-ui-ne antique right there. Can you believe it? The things people throw away, huh?
45 — Superstitions or views on the occult?
…You really asking that? Really? You know, it’s a little hard not to believe in what goes bump in the night when you are what goes bump in the night. That’d be like being a god that doesn’t believe in gods. Or a Russian that doesn’t believe in vodka. We gotta have standards here, okay?
As for being superstitious… well that’s a little loaded, don’t you think? He doesn’t believe in everything, but he will give everything a chance, like any good detective should. He takes a very hands-on approach on what’s real and what’s just bunk. Being a paranormal (would-be) P.I requires him to be an expert on these matters. Which is no problem with him. He lives for it! Fortune telling? Sure, baby, he’ll let you read his palm any day. Haunted house? Fuck yes, sleep over! Skinwalkers? Camping trip!
…There is one thing he won’t believe in, though. No way, no how.
Aliens? Bullshit. Just a buncha attention seeking wackos looking for their fifteen minutes of fame. Trust him, he’s been to those wack ass UFO conventions. They’re… really something else. Seriously though, if these aliens are soooooo advanced, why would they come to some hick planet in the middle of nowhere? C’mon people, think.
49 — Is your character afraid of dying?
At first glance, you would swear that Dante has some kind of death wish. How someone could so recklessly throw themselves into danger with a smile on his face defies all logic. Isn’t he afraid? Doesn’t he worry?
The truth is no, no he doesn’t.
Oh, sure, he’s always on the look out for trouble and if someone’s coming at him with a meat cleaver he’s not just gonna stand there, but death? Doesn’t worry him at all. He doesn’t give it even an ounce of thought, and when he does, it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Why should it? He doesn’t know what’s gonna happen. No one does. Might as well wait and see what happens. Maybe it’ll be a pair of big ol’ pearly gates. Maybe it’ll be the Great Down Under and he’ll be all out of “Get Out of Hell Free” cards. Maybe it’ll be nothing at all. And he’s fine with that.
Because, you know what? Sometimes, nothing doesn’t sound so bad. Sometimes…
Sometimes it sounds kind of nice.
