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Mar. 28th, 2025
R█████ ATVIST
name R█████ Atvist age 26 (at death), 36 (chronologically) height 6'2 sexuality Heterosexual played at The Last Voyages
history
R wasn't always a zombie. Of course not. He was born a perfectly normal boy, by the name of R--- Atvist, to a woman who worked her fingers to the bone and a father who thought himself just enough of that little bit better than everyone else to be entirely too noticeable. As a child, he didn't get far into his young life before the world was plunged into the creeping terror of the Plague, and his mother helped as much as she could in the refugee camp they called home while he picked up donated clothes to replace the worn out rags of his current outfit. His mother would slip a few tins of food into her purse each night, and tell him not to breathe a word to his father.
As he grew older, though, he began to express a kind of bitterness towards his mother and their situation that he hadn't before. She grew flowers and helped the refugees, and he didn't see the point, didn't want to be part of this stoic survival that was barely a step above simply being alive. As often happens in such trying times, a religious cult rose in the ranks of the refugees, sinking its claws into them until they couldn't consider believing anything else. It was to this cult that the young man lost his mother - stabbed with a potato peeler in the middle of making food for the chanting crowd that prompted the assault. R questioned, and he wondered why, and he wondered if she had deserved it in some strange and twisted way. He had to believe that there was a plan, that this was part of it, and all the while something inside of him cooled and hardened and kept him from feeling the things he should have felt at her death.
Instead, he retreated further into the blind, dark faith of the cult, growing his own from the roots of it. At sixteen years old, he had already united a group of frenetic teenagers and burned five major cities to the ground.
A streak like that can't go on forever, though, and R spent three years in prison after being captured. Finally released by none other than his grandfather, he was taken into an organisation going under the name 'Axiom', and easily indoctrinated into their service. Axiom, while presenting itself as a group keen on the revival of the old world and the safety of all, was little more than a ravening beast sweeping its way across the former United States in a quest for unending expansion. Anyone who opposed was simply removed by the groups of hollowly-smiling representatives of the organisation. R proved himself a capable employee and quickly rose through the ranks, though as years went by, he found himself becoming more and more detached from the world and from the people around him.
It was one fateful plane journey that finally sealed the young man's destiny. After complications in the cockpit and the death of the copilot (who quickly began to reanimate), R was bitten on the ankle and began to suffer the same descent into (un)Death. The pilot, also condemned to the same fate, struggled to land the plane before the infection took hold.
They crashed in a remote, wooded area, and R's past was quickly forgotten as Life left him.
He wandered through the woods, trying to recall what had happened and waging war with the hunger gnawing at every part of him. It was during this time that he first saw Julie, with her mother and father, on their way to the Canadian border (though at the time he did not know her, and he did not recall this meeting later). Though hungry, he didn't attack them, sensing something about the girl that was best left alone. In time, he joined a small group of other hungry Dead - including his future best friend M - and they made their slow, shambling way to a nearby airport.
And so time passed in a haze of cloudy, greyscale memories made fuzzy by a lack of ability - or want - to hang on to them. R was always an oddball, even when he was Dead. He disliked the necessary rituals that he and his fellow Dead had to go through - the hunger, the feeding, the mindless shuffling - and he clung on to whatever semblance of life could be said to reside within a corpse with a fierce intensity. He would speak, when he could, and even sometimes hold what might be called 'conversations' with his best friend (an equally stubborn corpse by the name of 'M'), who would often scoff or even laugh at the softness and squeamishness that R could so often display.
He lived in an abandoned Boeing 747, and over the years had filled at least a third of the plane with various pieces of junk he had gathered from the hunts he had joined. Snowglobes, comic books and, more ghoulishly, items of clothing taken from the people he killed. At the time, he wasn't sure why he did any of it, but later he would be able to coherently realise that it was a way to maintain some kind of connection to the Living world. His pride and joy was a working record player and stack of vinyls, of which a compilation of Frank Sinatra's hits was one of his favourites.
R couldn't track the time, but it moved on. He wandered the airport, always far more eloquent in his head than he was when he tried to speak, and wondered things that he was sure most other zombies didn't even think about. One day, while riding one of the moving floors - brought temporarily to life by a burst of power from the failing generators - he passed a female who caught his attention. She seemed different to the others in how she appeared to be resisting the progression of decay as much as he was, and even more interestingly, was wearing a name tag. Unfortunately, like R, she had no idea of what it said. As much as a zombie can have a girlfriend, she became his, and when she pulled him (reluctantly) to 'church' later that same day, they were married by one of the ghoulish 'boneys'.
The boneys were, in essence, the leaders of the hive. Not looked to as authority, most of the time, but undeniably in charge. They were not like R or others like him, but were distorted, walking skeletons, skin stretched over bone and held together by a strange, humming energy that could be felt and even heard when they were nearby. Whatever they were, they were the final stage and spoke with the voice of the decay.
After the marriage, R and his 'wife' were presented with two children, and R accepted this with the weary resignation that he accepted most things.
It was not long after this, in the midst of the weary humdrum of Dead life, that something happened which would change the course of R's existence forever. R became so suddenly hungry that he pressured a too-small team of Dead into a hunt, and they fell upon a group of teenagers scavenging in the city ruins. There, he pried open the skull of one of the young men in the party, removing his brain and biting a chunk out of it. It was then that he saw her.
Julie.
In a very peculiar turn of events, he made the sudden decision to protect her, warding the other gathered Dead away from her and carefully smearing his blood on her skin to mask her scent. Like this, he took her back to the airport with him, and stashed her away in the aeroplane he called home. It was a bold, and very strange move - not many, if any Dead would bring a Living person back to the hive in such a way. The only reason would be to attempt to turn them, which required a certain level of restraint. R did not intend to do that. He would later learn, through repeated nibblings on the piece of brain he was keeping in his pocket, that his sudden urge to protect her might just have come from the fact that the brain belonged to somebody who cared for her very deeply - a young man named Perry.
Over the following days he kept Julie safe and protected her on the occasions that she came up against other Dead, displaying a level of aggression in doing so that was quite unlike him (even punching his best friend hard enough to cave in one side of his face). In that time, Julie grew less afraid and more interested in her captor, and taught him to drive a Mercedes he had been lovingly taking care of for several years. Eventually, though, she insisted that it was time for her to leave, and R had to grudgingly agree.
In escaping, R (with the help of his friend M) defied the rule of the boneys and took the Mercedes out into the city with Julie in the passenger seat. As they drove, it began to rain, and they stopped in one of the suburbs to find shelter and somewhere to rest for the night. It was the following morning, after sending R searching for some more gas for the car, that Julie made a break for it and left him behind.
As much as he had one to break, you might say that the (very smart) move broke his heart. He began the long walk back to the airport, but on the way, was found by M and a small group of Dead who had been kicked out by the boneys and had come looking for him. As R was different, so were they, and the change was not tolerated by their desiccated leaders. Between them, they concocted a plan to get R into the human settlement, to find Julie and figure out once and for all just what it was about them that was provoking these new changes in the rest of the Dead.
The plan, amazingly, worked. R used a distraction at the gate to slip away from the guards and searched for Julie through the maze of narrow streets and alleys. Where the humans lived was nothing like a paradise - the buildings were thin and tall, stacked high to cram in as many people as possible. It wasn't easy, but R followed Julie's particular scent with the dogged determination of a bloodhound, and eventually found himself below her window, listening as she talked to her friend Nora. At hearing the somewhat encouraging revelation that she missed him, he got her attention, and was quickly ushered inside.
After a shower and some careful application of makeup, R was - to Nora's delight - very ready to 'play Living' for the night. The two young women showed him around the settlement, provoking memories and flashbacks from the fragments of Perry's mind still floating around in his own (a very strange thing, and not something that would normally happen). It couldn't last long, though, and it only took a moment of R losing his self-control for a second zombie to be loose in the stadium, and the whole place to be on high alert. In hindsight, it was a bad idea for him to think that he could drink alcohol at all. Nora and Julie did their best to hide him, but in the middle of trying to smuggle him out the following morning, came across Julie's father.
Grigio, a veteran of the infection's progression and a man who advocated the destruction of all things Dead, quickly saw through R's disguise. He stabbed him, revealing his true nature through the near-black blood that seeped from the wound. Julie and R escaped only through Nora's intervention - holding a gun to Grigio - and made their way out into the streets surrounding the stadium.
There, they met up with M and found that the group of exiled zombies had only grown. More of them were beginning to change thanks to whatever R and Julie had caused to be set in motion, and all of them were growing more and more curious about just what that 'change' actually meant. Though Julie wasn't sure, R assured her that it would be safe, but as they tried to work out what their next move could be, the boneys attacked them. Set on eradicating this threat to the morbid 'peace' that they believed was the only way things could be, they tore into the group, and Julie and R fled back towards the stadium. There, they hoped that the Living would be able to shoot their pursuers down, but the boneys converged on the stadium in far higher numbers than they had anticipated.
They headed to the roof, finding Nora along the way, and watched the fighting going on below them. There, Julie had an epiphany about the cause of the plague - the weight of the evil of humankind had become so great that it had turned in on itself, cutting their bonds to each other and turning them into mindless husks of their former selves. With this in mind, Julie and R did the only thing they could think of - they kissed. At that moment the plague inside R was fought against and beaten, pushed out of his body entirely.
Julie's father found them once again, and might have killed them both were it not for the timely interruption of one of Grigio's soldiers. A boney appeared over the top of the roof and grabbed him, and though Julie tried to shoot the creature, she wasn't quick enough to save her father from being bitten. Giving up, Grigio fell with the boney into the streets below, turning into dust as he did so. Something about what had happened on the roof caused the boneys surrounding the stadium to halt their assault and leave, as if realising that the thing they had been trying to keep from happening had already come to pass. They returned to the airport and dark places in the city, to die as the force sustaining them was drained from their bodies.
It would be nice to say that at that point, all of the Dead were cured and life began to get better. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The Dead came back to Life slowly, and some of them didn't adapt well to their new states. In some cases, the wounds they received while Dead were simply too grievous and coming back to life only hastened their path away from mortality. In others, the returning memories were so overwhelming that it caused the revived Dead to commit suicide. R repressed his own past, deciding that he didn't want to remember his own life, he only wanted the one he had now.
Months on, and little had changed for those living in the stadium. Things were safer, in a manner of speaking, and they could scavenge without so much fear of attack. Julie and R, despite advice to the contrary, took up a house in the suburbs and began making efforts to renovate it, while Julie took the surname 'Cabernet' to further distance herself from her father's memory. Though they were defying the expectations of the world around them, the fact they were together was looked down upon by many, and their relationship was beginning to become strained.
Things could never be easy, and as they tried to build their lives and work on the best ways to cure the Dead who still remained outside their reach, a new threat arrived on their doorstep in the form of the eerie representatives of a group calling themselves 'Axiom' - a group thought decimated by misfortune years previously. R found something to be strange about them immediately, thanks to the amount of makeup that they wore (even on their hands), and suspected them to be more like him than the rest of the Living in the stadium. He never had the chance to search into his suspicions, however, as the otherwise mild-mannered (if very pushy) representatives soon made their true intentions clear - they would take over the stadium and all related assets, whether the people in charge of the settlement agreed with them or not.
As he grew older, though, he began to express a kind of bitterness towards his mother and their situation that he hadn't before. She grew flowers and helped the refugees, and he didn't see the point, didn't want to be part of this stoic survival that was barely a step above simply being alive. As often happens in such trying times, a religious cult rose in the ranks of the refugees, sinking its claws into them until they couldn't consider believing anything else. It was to this cult that the young man lost his mother - stabbed with a potato peeler in the middle of making food for the chanting crowd that prompted the assault. R questioned, and he wondered why, and he wondered if she had deserved it in some strange and twisted way. He had to believe that there was a plan, that this was part of it, and all the while something inside of him cooled and hardened and kept him from feeling the things he should have felt at her death.
Instead, he retreated further into the blind, dark faith of the cult, growing his own from the roots of it. At sixteen years old, he had already united a group of frenetic teenagers and burned five major cities to the ground.
A streak like that can't go on forever, though, and R spent three years in prison after being captured. Finally released by none other than his grandfather, he was taken into an organisation going under the name 'Axiom', and easily indoctrinated into their service. Axiom, while presenting itself as a group keen on the revival of the old world and the safety of all, was little more than a ravening beast sweeping its way across the former United States in a quest for unending expansion. Anyone who opposed was simply removed by the groups of hollowly-smiling representatives of the organisation. R proved himself a capable employee and quickly rose through the ranks, though as years went by, he found himself becoming more and more detached from the world and from the people around him.
It was one fateful plane journey that finally sealed the young man's destiny. After complications in the cockpit and the death of the copilot (who quickly began to reanimate), R was bitten on the ankle and began to suffer the same descent into (un)Death. The pilot, also condemned to the same fate, struggled to land the plane before the infection took hold.
They crashed in a remote, wooded area, and R's past was quickly forgotten as Life left him.
He wandered through the woods, trying to recall what had happened and waging war with the hunger gnawing at every part of him. It was during this time that he first saw Julie, with her mother and father, on their way to the Canadian border (though at the time he did not know her, and he did not recall this meeting later). Though hungry, he didn't attack them, sensing something about the girl that was best left alone. In time, he joined a small group of other hungry Dead - including his future best friend M - and they made their slow, shambling way to a nearby airport.
And so time passed in a haze of cloudy, greyscale memories made fuzzy by a lack of ability - or want - to hang on to them. R was always an oddball, even when he was Dead. He disliked the necessary rituals that he and his fellow Dead had to go through - the hunger, the feeding, the mindless shuffling - and he clung on to whatever semblance of life could be said to reside within a corpse with a fierce intensity. He would speak, when he could, and even sometimes hold what might be called 'conversations' with his best friend (an equally stubborn corpse by the name of 'M'), who would often scoff or even laugh at the softness and squeamishness that R could so often display.
He lived in an abandoned Boeing 747, and over the years had filled at least a third of the plane with various pieces of junk he had gathered from the hunts he had joined. Snowglobes, comic books and, more ghoulishly, items of clothing taken from the people he killed. At the time, he wasn't sure why he did any of it, but later he would be able to coherently realise that it was a way to maintain some kind of connection to the Living world. His pride and joy was a working record player and stack of vinyls, of which a compilation of Frank Sinatra's hits was one of his favourites.
R couldn't track the time, but it moved on. He wandered the airport, always far more eloquent in his head than he was when he tried to speak, and wondered things that he was sure most other zombies didn't even think about. One day, while riding one of the moving floors - brought temporarily to life by a burst of power from the failing generators - he passed a female who caught his attention. She seemed different to the others in how she appeared to be resisting the progression of decay as much as he was, and even more interestingly, was wearing a name tag. Unfortunately, like R, she had no idea of what it said. As much as a zombie can have a girlfriend, she became his, and when she pulled him (reluctantly) to 'church' later that same day, they were married by one of the ghoulish 'boneys'.
The boneys were, in essence, the leaders of the hive. Not looked to as authority, most of the time, but undeniably in charge. They were not like R or others like him, but were distorted, walking skeletons, skin stretched over bone and held together by a strange, humming energy that could be felt and even heard when they were nearby. Whatever they were, they were the final stage and spoke with the voice of the decay.
After the marriage, R and his 'wife' were presented with two children, and R accepted this with the weary resignation that he accepted most things.
It was not long after this, in the midst of the weary humdrum of Dead life, that something happened which would change the course of R's existence forever. R became so suddenly hungry that he pressured a too-small team of Dead into a hunt, and they fell upon a group of teenagers scavenging in the city ruins. There, he pried open the skull of one of the young men in the party, removing his brain and biting a chunk out of it. It was then that he saw her.
Julie.
In a very peculiar turn of events, he made the sudden decision to protect her, warding the other gathered Dead away from her and carefully smearing his blood on her skin to mask her scent. Like this, he took her back to the airport with him, and stashed her away in the aeroplane he called home. It was a bold, and very strange move - not many, if any Dead would bring a Living person back to the hive in such a way. The only reason would be to attempt to turn them, which required a certain level of restraint. R did not intend to do that. He would later learn, through repeated nibblings on the piece of brain he was keeping in his pocket, that his sudden urge to protect her might just have come from the fact that the brain belonged to somebody who cared for her very deeply - a young man named Perry.
Over the following days he kept Julie safe and protected her on the occasions that she came up against other Dead, displaying a level of aggression in doing so that was quite unlike him (even punching his best friend hard enough to cave in one side of his face). In that time, Julie grew less afraid and more interested in her captor, and taught him to drive a Mercedes he had been lovingly taking care of for several years. Eventually, though, she insisted that it was time for her to leave, and R had to grudgingly agree.
In escaping, R (with the help of his friend M) defied the rule of the boneys and took the Mercedes out into the city with Julie in the passenger seat. As they drove, it began to rain, and they stopped in one of the suburbs to find shelter and somewhere to rest for the night. It was the following morning, after sending R searching for some more gas for the car, that Julie made a break for it and left him behind.
As much as he had one to break, you might say that the (very smart) move broke his heart. He began the long walk back to the airport, but on the way, was found by M and a small group of Dead who had been kicked out by the boneys and had come looking for him. As R was different, so were they, and the change was not tolerated by their desiccated leaders. Between them, they concocted a plan to get R into the human settlement, to find Julie and figure out once and for all just what it was about them that was provoking these new changes in the rest of the Dead.
The plan, amazingly, worked. R used a distraction at the gate to slip away from the guards and searched for Julie through the maze of narrow streets and alleys. Where the humans lived was nothing like a paradise - the buildings were thin and tall, stacked high to cram in as many people as possible. It wasn't easy, but R followed Julie's particular scent with the dogged determination of a bloodhound, and eventually found himself below her window, listening as she talked to her friend Nora. At hearing the somewhat encouraging revelation that she missed him, he got her attention, and was quickly ushered inside.
After a shower and some careful application of makeup, R was - to Nora's delight - very ready to 'play Living' for the night. The two young women showed him around the settlement, provoking memories and flashbacks from the fragments of Perry's mind still floating around in his own (a very strange thing, and not something that would normally happen). It couldn't last long, though, and it only took a moment of R losing his self-control for a second zombie to be loose in the stadium, and the whole place to be on high alert. In hindsight, it was a bad idea for him to think that he could drink alcohol at all. Nora and Julie did their best to hide him, but in the middle of trying to smuggle him out the following morning, came across Julie's father.
Grigio, a veteran of the infection's progression and a man who advocated the destruction of all things Dead, quickly saw through R's disguise. He stabbed him, revealing his true nature through the near-black blood that seeped from the wound. Julie and R escaped only through Nora's intervention - holding a gun to Grigio - and made their way out into the streets surrounding the stadium.
There, they met up with M and found that the group of exiled zombies had only grown. More of them were beginning to change thanks to whatever R and Julie had caused to be set in motion, and all of them were growing more and more curious about just what that 'change' actually meant. Though Julie wasn't sure, R assured her that it would be safe, but as they tried to work out what their next move could be, the boneys attacked them. Set on eradicating this threat to the morbid 'peace' that they believed was the only way things could be, they tore into the group, and Julie and R fled back towards the stadium. There, they hoped that the Living would be able to shoot their pursuers down, but the boneys converged on the stadium in far higher numbers than they had anticipated.
They headed to the roof, finding Nora along the way, and watched the fighting going on below them. There, Julie had an epiphany about the cause of the plague - the weight of the evil of humankind had become so great that it had turned in on itself, cutting their bonds to each other and turning them into mindless husks of their former selves. With this in mind, Julie and R did the only thing they could think of - they kissed. At that moment the plague inside R was fought against and beaten, pushed out of his body entirely.
Julie's father found them once again, and might have killed them both were it not for the timely interruption of one of Grigio's soldiers. A boney appeared over the top of the roof and grabbed him, and though Julie tried to shoot the creature, she wasn't quick enough to save her father from being bitten. Giving up, Grigio fell with the boney into the streets below, turning into dust as he did so. Something about what had happened on the roof caused the boneys surrounding the stadium to halt their assault and leave, as if realising that the thing they had been trying to keep from happening had already come to pass. They returned to the airport and dark places in the city, to die as the force sustaining them was drained from their bodies.
It would be nice to say that at that point, all of the Dead were cured and life began to get better. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. The Dead came back to Life slowly, and some of them didn't adapt well to their new states. In some cases, the wounds they received while Dead were simply too grievous and coming back to life only hastened their path away from mortality. In others, the returning memories were so overwhelming that it caused the revived Dead to commit suicide. R repressed his own past, deciding that he didn't want to remember his own life, he only wanted the one he had now.
Months on, and little had changed for those living in the stadium. Things were safer, in a manner of speaking, and they could scavenge without so much fear of attack. Julie and R, despite advice to the contrary, took up a house in the suburbs and began making efforts to renovate it, while Julie took the surname 'Cabernet' to further distance herself from her father's memory. Though they were defying the expectations of the world around them, the fact they were together was looked down upon by many, and their relationship was beginning to become strained.
Things could never be easy, and as they tried to build their lives and work on the best ways to cure the Dead who still remained outside their reach, a new threat arrived on their doorstep in the form of the eerie representatives of a group calling themselves 'Axiom' - a group thought decimated by misfortune years previously. R found something to be strange about them immediately, thanks to the amount of makeup that they wore (even on their hands), and suspected them to be more like him than the rest of the Living in the stadium. He never had the chance to search into his suspicions, however, as the otherwise mild-mannered (if very pushy) representatives soon made their true intentions clear - they would take over the stadium and all related assets, whether the people in charge of the settlement agreed with them or not.
personality
R has a romantic, withdrawn personality. He imagines the world as it once was, and likes to picture the lives his fellow Dead once lived. His thoughts are deep and ironic, but because he is Dead, he has trouble expressing himself. He wants to be more than a simple-minded zombie, but only manages to fulfill his desire when he meets Julie, a strong and witty living girl. He quickly becomes protective of her. His feelings eventually transform into love.were together was looked down upon by many, and their relationship was beginning to become strained.
Despite R's status as a zombie, he exhibits many human qualities through his behavior, and actions. R seems to have an active love for music, and is rather intelligent. He enjoys collecting vinyl music tracks because of their superior quality, which indicates he may or might have been an audiophile (someone who loves high definition sound/music). R's residence in the aircraft give many clues to his character traits. Of all, however, his kindness, caring, and protectiveness seem to be his most defining qualities as he is able to rise above his viscous tenancies as a zombie. were together was looked down upon by many, and their relationship was beginning to become strained.
R from both his comic and film interpretations has been described to face an existentialist anxiety concerning with both his existent, and overall feeling lonely and lost. This gives him very grounding and human like struggles that most normal people face. In this sense, Julie is solely responsible for giving himself a sense of direction back. In one scene from the film she asks him, "So what do you want to be R? "You can be anything."
Despite R's status as a zombie, he exhibits many human qualities through his behavior, and actions. R seems to have an active love for music, and is rather intelligent. He enjoys collecting vinyl music tracks because of their superior quality, which indicates he may or might have been an audiophile (someone who loves high definition sound/music). R's residence in the aircraft give many clues to his character traits. Of all, however, his kindness, caring, and protectiveness seem to be his most defining qualities as he is able to rise above his viscous tenancies as a zombie. were together was looked down upon by many, and their relationship was beginning to become strained.
R from both his comic and film interpretations has been described to face an existentialist anxiety concerning with both his existent, and overall feeling lonely and lost. This gives him very grounding and human like struggles that most normal people face. In this sense, Julie is solely responsible for giving himself a sense of direction back. In one scene from the film she asks him, "So what do you want to be R? "You can be anything."
abilities
Any ‘powers’ that R has are a result of his still being a bit Dead. He has severely reduced sensitivity to pain and doesn’t need as much food/water/sleep as regular people would. He is capable of pushing his body past normal physical limits, but this will bite him in the ass later as he can still be damaged and injured in the same way as a regular human.
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PERMISSIONS
Mar. 28th, 2025 06:40 pmPLAYER
NAME: Fiona
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ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: GMT, try to tag every 2-3 days but sometimes work and general exhaustion gets in the way. Sometimes I hyperfocus on a couple of threads, it’s not personal.
BRACKETS/PROSE: Tend to default to brackets but can do either.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None really, but if anything makes me uncomfortable I will say so.
CONTACT:
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: GMT, try to tag every 2-3 days but sometimes work and general exhaustion gets in the way. Sometimes I hyperfocus on a couple of threads, it’s not personal.
BRACKETS/PROSE: Tend to default to brackets but can do either.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None really, but if anything makes me uncomfortable I will say so.
IN CHARACTER
PHYSICAL AFFECTION: It might surprise him a little, but sure.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: He'd rather you didn't! R is clumsy in a fight but if he can get a good swing in he's very capable of cracking someone's skull.
RELATIONSHIPS: No thank you, he's in love with Julie Grigio.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: As a regular human he has no defence to this, but I'd rather it was discussed OOCly beforehand.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: He's not Dead anymore, but anyone with a sensitivity to such things might be able to tell that he definitely was at one point and there's something inside him repairing the damage that was done by it.
MEDICAL INFORMATION: R spent ten years as a zombie and is still in the 'recovery' process.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: He doesn't like being talked to like he's not human.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: He'd rather you didn't! R is clumsy in a fight but if he can get a good swing in he's very capable of cracking someone's skull.
RELATIONSHIPS: No thank you, he's in love with Julie Grigio.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: As a regular human he has no defence to this, but I'd rather it was discussed OOCly beforehand.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: He's not Dead anymore, but anyone with a sensitivity to such things might be able to tell that he definitely was at one point and there's something inside him repairing the damage that was done by it.
MEDICAL INFORMATION: R spent ten years as a zombie and is still in the 'recovery' process.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: He doesn't like being talked to like he's not human.
OUT OF CHARACTER
BACKTAGGING: Always.
THREADHOPPING: Please ask me first, unless it’s specified as welcome on the post.
FOURTHWALLING: No thanks!
NOT INTERESTED IN: Nothing comes to mind.
THREADHOPPING: Please ask me first, unless it’s specified as welcome on the post.
FOURTHWALLING: No thanks!
NOT INTERESTED IN: Nothing comes to mind.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
VISUAL: A little over six feet tall and somewhat gangly, with dark hair and brown eyes. R is pale - if 'death warmed over' had a colour, that would be it - and his skin is covered in small scars.
AURAL:
OLFACTORY: He doesn't really smell of anything. Clean, usually?
DEMEANOUR: R often looks like he's trying not to be noticed, walking with a slouch and dodging eye contact. He's softly-spoken and often has to pause in the middle of a sentence to take a breath so he can finish the rest of it.
AURAL:
OLFACTORY: He doesn't really smell of anything. Clean, usually?
DEMEANOUR: R often looks like he's trying not to be noticed, walking with a slouch and dodging eye contact. He's softly-spoken and often has to pause in the middle of a sentence to take a breath so he can finish the rest of it.
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