Foley, Tucker Foley
Tucker stood in front of the mirror, easing the tailcoat over his t-shirt and cargo pants. Next, the hat. The beanie came off, tossed aside as nothing more than a childhood blanket as he fitted the top hat to his head. He grinned into the mirror. "Foley, Tucker Foley," he said.
Not quite right. He tried a different grin, something evil like Vlad might use. No, that wasn't it either. Maybe something sleazy...
Yes! That right there. A sleazy grin with a sidelong look. "Foley, Mayor Foley," he said, adding in his new title.
No, there was still something missing.
"Mayor Tucker Foley, esquire."
That was it. Tucker jumped up and down in place, knocking his top hat askew.
Hmm. He gave himself an annoyed look for his childishness and fixed his hat. Now was no longer the time for childishness. Now he had power. Not piddly do-gooder's power, not evil power, not even ghost powers. No, this wasn't something he had to use for the greater good nor was it something he had to be careful in case something went wrong or he got caught. No, this was political power. Real power. And his first order of business was to look the part.
He gave the mirror that sleazy sidelong grin once more. "Mayor Tucker Foley, esquire." His hands went to the lapels of his tailcoat, gripping them to emphasize his jacket.
Perfect.