PLAYER Name: Lynny Personal Journal:forever_an_otter E-mail: frickninja@yahoo@com AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: lynuckofthenorth, plurk: frickninja
CHARACTER
Character Name: {…} [Zombie, Ringo, Gallahad, Imhotep, whatever you feel like calling him] Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name Timeline: Chapter 3, just as Tibenoch’s house locks up but before Tibenoch whips out his pistol from his pants. If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: First off, there are a few very important things to know about {…}. First, he’s dead and has been for about a decade. It’s very noticeable and yes, he’s aware he’s green. Second, he has no memory of who he was before he joined the ranks of the living-impaired, not even his name (he thinks it might have started with a D or an S. Maybe. He’s really not picky about what he’s called.). These are things he’s okay with. He’s had a lot of time to think over the past ten years of zombiehood and he decided a long time ago that he had no strong desire to be alive again. Also no, he has no desire to eat brains whatsoever.
He’s certain he’s become a different someone since being dead than he was when he was alive. He feels no real connection to his previous life and that makes him feel a little guilty. He feels like there was a promise he made to someone, a promise to not just up and walk away one day without a word that he’s made to Hanna, that he undoubtedly broke when he was killed.
{…} isn’t much of a conversationalist. He’ll speak up when he has something to say or when he’s spoken to but for the most part he keeps his dialogue internal and let’s Hanna do most of the talking. When he does decide to speak up the things he says are usually of a snarky and deadpan nature. Showing emotion isn’t really his kind of thing either. He certainly feels them, especially when showing remorse or concern for others, but his tone of voice and lack of expression change can easily lead someone to this he’s being facetious. Hell, his smiles are so infrequent his friend and partner Hanna even keeps a tally of how many times he does it. He’s made a mental note to work on that.
On the whole, {…} is a laid back guy. He’ll let other people handle the whole social interaction thing, doesn’t flinch when he’s getting limbs sewn back on but if things seem to be going south he’ll step in to keep things civil. He’s cool with being the sidekick to Hanna’s leader.
Speaking of Hanna, he is easily the person {…} feels closest to. When he finally decided to do something with his afterlife he sought out the Hanna with the young paranormal investigator’s business card in hand despite not remembering where he got it. Since joining up with him as his partner, {…} has become very protective of Hanna. This is not surprising when you realize exactly how much danger Hanna puts himself in when working a case and how little sense of self-preservation he has. The guy needs someone to keep an eye on him and carry him to his back alley doctor friend from time to time. When trouble starts {…} will always spring to Hanna’s aid first before taking the time to think. In a one-shot Christmas comic not directly connected to the running story-line, he makes a comment about how humans are social creatures and benefit from each other’s company. Since befriending Hanna he’s realized how human he still in in that respect.
But most importantly he trusts Hanna unquestioningly and would do just about anything to keep him safe
Third Person: The zombie had had an aversion to anything wet for as long as he could remember. He supposed it was only natural, what with the threat of rot and all. Even after ten years he was still remarkably intact and he preferred to keep it that way.
That was why he felt the captors had made an unfortunate choice to bring him to the city in the middle of February. He didn't mind the snow in itself. It was nice to look at and the cold certainly didn’t bother him. It was just that threat of wet and decomposition that made him cautious to venture outside too often.
But he couldn't stay inside the rest of the winter if he was even here that long. Well, technically he could, it wasn't as if he needed to go out and get supplies for himself. But he’d become accustomed to spending his nights wandering and he wasn't going to deny he was more social than his stoic nature would let on. Even the odd looks he'd no doubt get would be better that solitude. The damp was just a threat he’d have to accept.
If he'd still needed to breathe he would have inhaled deeply as he pulled on his gloves and left his residence to face winter. Oh the things he would do to keep his mind occupied.
{...} | Hanna is Not a Boy's Name | reserved
Name: Lynny
Personal Journal:
E-mail: frickninja@yahoo@com
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CHARACTER
Character Name: {…} [Zombie, Ringo, Gallahad, Imhotep, whatever you feel like calling him]
Canon: Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name
Timeline: Chapter 3, just as Tibenoch’s house locks up but before Tibenoch whips out his pistol from his pants.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality: First off, there are a few very important things to know about {…}. First, he’s dead and has been for about a decade. It’s very noticeable and yes, he’s aware he’s green. Second, he has no memory of who he was before he joined the ranks of the living-impaired, not even his name (he thinks it might have started with a D or an S. Maybe. He’s really not picky about what he’s called.). These are things he’s okay with. He’s had a lot of time to think over the past ten years of zombiehood and he decided a long time ago that he had no strong desire to be alive again. Also no, he has no desire to eat brains whatsoever.
He’s certain he’s become a different someone since being dead than he was when he was alive. He feels no real connection to his previous life and that makes him feel a little guilty. He feels like there was a promise he made to someone, a promise to not just up and walk away one day without a word that he’s made to Hanna, that he undoubtedly broke when he was killed.
{…} isn’t much of a conversationalist. He’ll speak up when he has something to say or when he’s spoken to but for the most part he keeps his dialogue internal and let’s Hanna do most of the talking. When he does decide to speak up the things he says are usually of a snarky and deadpan nature. Showing emotion isn’t really his kind of thing either. He certainly feels them, especially when showing remorse or concern for others, but his tone of voice and lack of expression change can easily lead someone to this he’s being facetious. Hell, his smiles are so infrequent his friend and partner Hanna even keeps a tally of how many times he does it. He’s made a mental note to work on that.
On the whole, {…} is a laid back guy. He’ll let other people handle the whole social interaction thing, doesn’t flinch when he’s getting limbs sewn back on but if things seem to be going south he’ll step in to keep things civil. He’s cool with being the sidekick to Hanna’s leader.
Speaking of Hanna, he is easily the person {…} feels closest to. When he finally decided to do something with his afterlife he sought out the Hanna with the young paranormal investigator’s business card in hand despite not remembering where he got it. Since joining up with him as his partner, {…} has become very protective of Hanna. This is not surprising when you realize exactly how much danger Hanna puts himself in when working a case and how little sense of self-preservation he has. The guy needs someone to keep an eye on him and carry him to his back alley doctor friend from time to time. When trouble starts {…} will always spring to Hanna’s aid first before taking the time to think. In a one-shot Christmas comic not directly connected to the running story-line, he makes a comment about how humans are social creatures and benefit from each other’s company. Since befriending Hanna he’s realized how human he still in in that respect.
But most importantly he trusts Hanna unquestioningly and would do just about anything to keep him safe
First Person: Test drive meme thread
Third Person: The zombie had had an aversion to anything wet for as long as he could remember. He supposed it was only natural, what with the threat of rot and all. Even after ten years he was still remarkably intact and he preferred to keep it that way.
That was why he felt the captors had made an unfortunate choice to bring him to the city in the middle of February. He didn't mind the snow in itself. It was nice to look at and the cold certainly didn’t bother him. It was just that threat of wet and decomposition that made him cautious to venture outside too often.
But he couldn't stay inside the rest of the winter if he was even here that long. Well, technically he could, it wasn't as if he needed to go out and get supplies for himself. But he’d become accustomed to spending his nights wandering and he wasn't going to deny he was more social than his stoic nature would let on. Even the odd looks he'd no doubt get would be better that solitude. The damp was just a threat he’d have to accept.
If he'd still needed to breathe he would have inhaled deeply as he pulled on his gloves and left his residence to face winter. Oh the things he would do to keep his mind occupied.