List of Skulduggery Pleasant Characters - Recurring Characters - Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly Bespoke

An immensely strong tailor who was born with hideous facial deformities (scars that are the result of a jinx cast on his mother while she was pregnant with him) but is nevertheless a perfectly pleasant and sociable individual who is an old friend of Skulduggery and expresses concern for Valkyrie's safety much to her chagrin. He is apt at boxing which he learned from his mother and sewing which he learned from his father. Reasoning that he was ugly enough already without having to get his face damaged in a boxing ring, Ghastly went into sewing and became a tailor. His considerable physical strength and boxing skills come in handy when he assists Valkyrie and Tanith in taking on Serpine. He is an Elemental.

He is not seen in the second book as he harnessed the power of earth in the first book to turn himself into stone, thus protecting himself from being killed by The White Cleaver.

Ghastly stayed in his stone form through the entirety of Playing with Fire, but became his human self again mid-way through The Faceless Ones. He then made Valkyrie a new suit (which was black with red sleeves), and progressed to help them in the battle later on.

In The Faceless Ones, he tells to Valkyrie his mother was a Sensitive (an Adept with powers similar to that of traditional psychics) who didn't want the power but sometimes the visions just came to her, and that she once told him of a vision where Valkryie died a very painful death while the world ended.

In book 5, Mortal Coil, Ghastly asks Tanith out on a 'date' and was not rejected. Unfortunately, Tanith gets taken over by a remnant and so gives him a reason to take up the post as an Elder of the Irish Sanctuary. Even though he knows very well he can't do anything to remove the remnant, he just chooses not to believe it as Skulduggery says.

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