Full Name: Papyrus
Nickname: Smoke
Age: He doesn't remember the last time he's ever counted his birthday...on't really have the time for such things when you're struggling to live day after day.
Universe of Origin: Genocide-RunSwapfell
Soul Trait (despite having white souls, monsters can still have a trait) : Justice
Personality: Smoke is a pretty laid back skeleton. He does what he needs to for his job, portraying himself as carefree and overall, fun-loving. It's when he's not working however, that his true colors show. He's a self-loathing, guilt-ridden wreck. He basically hates being around other versions of himself because all he sees is...well, himself. He loves his job, considering it's something he's apparently good at...and, well, it's a suitable punishment for what he allowed to happen to his own Sans...
Appearance: Smoke almost always has a cigar in his mouth, his hoodie pulled up over his head, trying to hide as much of himself away from the world as possible. Other than that, he lives in the Sin District, and because of that, his attire isn't exactly the best. It reflects the poverty of the area, with scuffs and tears, all haphazardly stitched together. On stage, however, he looks rather different. A smile on his face, welcoming arms for any and all that come through those doors looking for a Papyrus' company. He doesn't even wear his jacket unless a client requests it, but usually he's wearing just a plain grey shirt with his jeans, basic and neutral.