Just don't look at me

King Boo

I'd ask you out, but I don't have the guts.

About Me: I am the king of all Boos, which probably makes me sound like a heckler. Or a drunk. Instead, I hold dominion over the restless undead of the Mushroom Kingdom. And also outer space, for some reason. Whatever. The important thing is that I'm the king. It's a difficult job that involves bobbing up and down and being somewhat larger than the other Boos. That's what a king is, right? Just a bigger guy with a different hat? You know, the more I think about it the more it seems like someone just put a Burger King crown on me when I was little and never had the heart to tell me I was the big dumb kid...

Location: Luigi's Mansion

Ethnicity: Eidolon

Hair: Wispy

Eyes: Eye was saying Boo­urns

Occupation: Emperor of Ice Cream

I would like to meet: Any of those sexy lady Ghostbusters I've been hearing so much about. They can show me the inside of their Containment Unit any time.

I like to play the following sports: Pretty much anything as long as they can't come up with someone better to fill the character slot.

My exercise regime consists of: An eternity of Peek­A­Boo.

My favourite music: "Tongue" by REM, "Don't Turn Around" by Ace of Base, "Behind Boo Eyes" by The Whoo, "Unexpected Attack of the Piano, Man" by Billy Joel, anything by Bo Diddley.

My favourite movies: Home Alone. Corpse Bride. Spirited Away. To Kill a Mockingbird (I'm a big fan of that Radley kid). The Picture Containing Dorian Gray.

My favourite TV shows: Picture Pages, Mushroom Kingdom Horror Story, Caspar the Little-Too­Friendly Ghost

My dream is to: Figure out why I qualify as a heavyweight even though I'm a ****ing apparition.

On a first date I'd like to: Take you on a tour of my private apiary. People are always surprised to find out that ghosts are passionate beekeepers, but it's true. When I started out I just did it for the honey, but before long I realized the psychological advantage of raising the little fellows. It's calming, as you might expect, and after a difficult day there's nothing that raises my spirits quite like it. In fact, not long ago, I was feeling particularly down. My royal subjects all tried to cheer me up, but to no avail. I was in the darkest, deepest funk I'd ever known...but then I came home, and two of my favorite little bees flew out, landed beside me, and just sat there until I was feeling better. No words, no worries...just nature and me. And you know what? It helped. I ended that night feeling like myself again, and I was happier than I had been in a long while. That's when I realized that it's true what they say: nothing cheers a man up like a nice pair of Boo bees.