"R"

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" What's wrong with me? I just want to connect. Why can't I connect with people? Oh, right, it's cause I'm dead. I shouldn't be so hard on myself, I mean, we're all dead. This girl's dead. That guy's dead. That guy in the corner is definitely dead. These guys look awful. "


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[/b] "R"
AGE: He also dosent remember, appears about twenty-five.
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY Heterosexual...he thinks?
BIRTHDAY: He dosent remember
CLASS: Rogue
TITLE/RANK: Zombie
OCCUPATION: He dosent have one xD
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SPECIES: Zombie
MAGICAL POWERS: Wounds dont effect him unless its a spinal cord injury or a blast to the head.
CANON/OC: Canon
TV SERIES: Warm Bodies <3

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I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]

[/b] Bright unearthly blue
HAIR: Black
WEIGHT: 140
HEIGHT: 6'3
PLAY-BY: Nicholas Hoult

GENERAL:Well, the most bizarre thing about R is the simple fact that hes a zombie. There aren't too many of these wandering about. The more slang term for him is a "corpse" derived from the still living humans at the assumption that they are unfeeling, uncaring, and always hungry... and for the most part that assumption is fairly accurate. R has the ability to speak somewhat well, he can think, and he has a conscious. That dosen't stop him from eating anything with a heartbeat but hes conflicted about it... and he wants to change, he just dosen't know if he can. He wants to be something more than just a pale, hunched over, sunken eyed zombie, but he wonders if the disease can even be cured? The vast majority of the world is destroyed and it dosen't appear like it will be changing anytime soon. R wants to be able to connect with people, to make them understand that he wasn't always this way, that he didnt want to be a zombie, that he dosent want to hurt people now, but thats a bit difficult when the livings first reaction is to blow your brains to dust.

ATTIRE:R does not change his clothes, hes worn the same thing for a very long time and it dosent seem like its going to change. Converse sneakers, blue jeans stained with blood, what appears to be tar and who knows what else. A white undershirt stained, again with blood, and a red hoodie in no better condition. Hes a very lanky, thin man. Tall and not terribly muscular but strong enough to kill a person by throwing their head into a wall.[/SIZE]
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Brains
Markus or "M"
Collecting odd things
DISLIKES:
Bonies
Killing people
Lack of emotions or feelings
Guns
STRENGTHS: You can stab, shoot, maul, destroy him all you want but unless you destroy his brain or take out his spinal cord... he will keep coming.
WEAKNESSES: Bullet or some other pointed object to the brain
QUIRKS/HABITS: He has a horrible tendency to shrug.
FEARS:
To become a bonie
GOALS:
To connect with someone
To feel again
PERSONALITY R is a bit of a bizarre zombie. Most of his kin have little to no thought processes and cant articulate at all. While R can't speak well, if he struggles he can usually spit out half sentences. Hes very conflicted when it comes to eating people but he dosen't have much of a choice. He dosen't like hurting people... he dosen't like eating people but thats the way the world is now and what other choice does he have?

He wants to connect with people, he wants to know what it would be like to feel... emotions, dreams... he wants to have friends, family. He dosen't know if hes the only one that feels this way, but he knows he dosen't want to feel so... well...dead for lack of a better term. The only way to feel, to remember, is to eat brains. When you eat the brains you get that persons memory, their feelings, their thoughts, you felt what they felt, you see what they saw, you feel... a little less dead. [/SIZE]
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WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU[/font][/center]

[/b] N/A
FATHER: N/A
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER: His best friend M
FAMILIAR/PET: N/A
PLACE OF BIRTH: N/A
CURRENT RESIDENCE:
WEAPONRY:both what you own, and your experience
HISTORY: R cant remember anything about his life when he was...well alive. He dosen't know how old he is, if he had a family, a home. The whole zombie apocalypse thing is a bit of a blur to him. It could have been a viral outbreak, a radioactive explosion, a crazed monkey virus, he can't remember that either. He dosen't remember how he died or how he became a zombie, only the fact that he is one now. The only thing he remembers is that his name started with an "R"

Like the rest of his kind, he took to living in packs, hundreds, maybe even thousands had all made their home at an airport, he himself took up residence in one of the old jet liners. He filled the plane with knick knacks and items that caught his eye. Hes one of the few zombies still able to process and think things through. He dosen't like killing people, but he dosen't have a choice, you eat or you die and if you die... you become a bonie. Either that or when you just finally gave up. Once copses give up there skin simply falls away until very little but the skeleton remains, for the most part they leave the corpses alone, but they will eat anything with a heartbeat, well R will too but at least hes conflicted.

R dosen't understand why he can't be like the rest of his kind, unfeeling, uncaring... he just wants to connect with people, to understand them, but thats a bit hard to do when your best communication is a few grunts and some stuttered broken words... not to mention everyone and their grandma is trying to shoot you in the head. [/SIZE]
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[/b] Ruby
AGE: 19
EXPERIENCE: 7-8 years
CONTACT: Skype, PM, facebook
MEMBER TITLE: Zombie
ANSWER: Oliver Kadett [/ul]


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