I'm Jim. I been stuck in a limbo since the 1930s, but I jus' got out. I come from rural 'Merica in the 1930s. I was sacrificed by sum cult cuz I killed a buncha bossy fellers. I don' do that now, but I might. I don' feel much, 'n I don' talk much, but I'll listen to yer if you wan' me to. Careful not to get too irritatin' though. I might jus' be pushed to off you too. 'N that'd be no good now would it.

Simple old fella.

It is an ancient war machine that treats all organic "beings of flesh" with distaste and, sometimes, disgust. It does not usually say much other than a couple words at a time, simply for the reason that it doesn't bother. It worships some vague god that it only refers to as "The Machine", and encourages others to "become part of The Machine" if they have not already done so. It does not really care what others refer to it as.

Well-oiled machine

I find myself to be quite articulate and always stay incredibly formal, though I often give short and simple answers to questions. I am effectively a headless corpse with a hat floating above it, and though my actual brain is somewhere else, I can function quite well, excluding anything involving a head. I generally clean up murders and gore, but I do anything in the range of cleaning. I don't have any proper attachments. I am usually busy cleaning bodies. 

Professional headless janitor. 

I'd say I'm pretty calm. I make snarky and sarcastic comebacks, but only jokingly. I don't get a lot of modern references, but I've been around a while and like to crack jokes. I don't really care too much about other people though, just watch what happens if it's exciting. Usually it's boring though. Ghost is my sorta sibling, pretty annoying. Paul's cool, a little naive and childish but cool. I like his snails.

Calm, jokey, not incredibly empathetic

My name's Joe. I'd say I'm pretty outgoing n friendly. I sometimes make rude jokes and that puts people off, but I'd like to think I'm a nice guy. Don't care much for politeness an etiquette, that sorta stuff just don't matter anymore. Recently got rehired by the Global Occult Coalition as a member of a strike team, so when I'm on-duty (an I ain't much) I'm shootin weird stuff. Tell you what though, I think all them GOC folks're nutcases, they are. Polite nutcases, but nutcases all the same. 

I'm feelin good

CAN NOT RESPOND NORMALLY. Completely random words formed into sentences.