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Name: Kenneth Williams
Nick Names: Ken, Kenny, Zombie
Alias:
Alliance: Neutral
Race: Human zombie
❧Physical Characteristics
Age: Physically, he's in his mid-thirties. But it's only been a few days since he... "Woke up."
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Pale yellow grossness (can often become clouded with cataracts)
Skin Tone: Can range from relatively healthy, to pale and clammy, all the way to greenish and rotting, depending on his current stage of composition.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos: When he begins decomposing, he often gets patches of rotting skin under his eyes and all over his body. It doesn't scar, but it looks like some sort of flesh-eating bacterial rash... Pretty gruesome stuff.
Height: 6' (When he has all his bits and pieces intact)
Weight: 210 (Ditto)
Marital Status: Single... But zombie love is kind of gross, isn't it?
Physical Structure: He's about average, honestly.
Orientation: Straight, but again we come to the issue... Really? Zombie love. That's basically on the same level as necrophilia... But for some reason, it's okay to love vampires?
❧Personal Info
❖Transcripts:
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Criminal Record: In this life? No. In his past, before... Waking up? He doesn't remember, but he was a pretty bad guy. A serial killer, actually. In some ways, returning from the dead is the best thing that could have happened to him... And he doesn't even know it.
Level of Education: High School Graduate
If Collegial:
Current Occupation: Being a zombie?
Past Occupations: He started out as a burger-flipper. Then got an upgrade to drug dealer, and finally took the step to junkie. When the drugs finally rotted his mind, he took on the job of being the local serial killer; he had a thing for 'tough guy' kinds of people. But then he got put down... Too bad he didn't stay down.
Family:
Tony Williams; Father- Deceased
Georgia Williams; Mother- Alive (he doesn't remember her)
Frankie Williams; Sister- Deceased (she was trying to shoot him. It was self-defense, and besides. She was a stranger. Still is.)
Lovers, Friends, and Others:
Nobody he remembers. And nobody now; people don't generally take too kindly to zombies.
❖Personal:
Personality: In all fairness, Kenny is a pretty decent guy. He has a conscience, knows right from wrong. Acts on those principles as best he can. But he's only human... Technically. He's nice enough to people, as long as they don't scream and run or try to shoot him. But honestly, that's a bit rare. He's a tad cynical when it comes to people, but he'll give just about everyone at least one chance. And if you can get to the point where he thinks you deserve a second, he'll have your back just about no matter what. He'll unflinchingly throw himself in harm's way for those he cares about; after all, what's the worst that could happen? He'll die again? He does, however, dislike vampires, sometimes to a fault; it's more out of jealousy than anything, though. Being dead, but staying the same forever? Only having to drink blood? Some dead guys get all the luck.
People Skills: If they can look past the zombification, they'll find a heart of gold. Unfortunately, it doesn't often happen. He's good enough with people that don't freak out, though.
Goals: Stay alive, and don't rot. Oh, and eat. But not people, because that's still wrong.
Fears: Going feral. Becoming a monster. Eating someone he cares about, because he can't help it anymore.
Favorites: He's still pretty new to the world; he'll discover (and possibly re-discover) his new (and some old) favorites during the RP.
Role Model: He doesn't really know enough about things to make that kind of decision. He doesn't really remember anything.
Catch Phrase/Motto: "Callin' me a monster? Eeeek, an insensitive b***h! See? Doesn't feel good, does it?"
❧Skills,Abilities, and Powers
Skills:
How to eat. And I don't just mean a nice Thanksgiving dinner; he can put away a half a cow in a half an hour, if he can. Comes with the territory of being a zombie. Also, he has learned to make do with the use of removed limbs... It happens more often than you'd think.
Abilities:
Well, technically he wasn't 'born' with it... As part of the undead, Kenny finds himself with a literally endless pool of endurance to draw from. He never tires, he never feels pain- not physically, at least- and he doesn't need to breathe.
Despite his need for breathing, he has an animal-like sense of smell... Perhaps to make up for the in-and-out eyesight due to cataract formation.
Powers:
This much should probably go under powers because it's not 'normal' zombie stuff; if Kenny has a wound or otherwise damaged flesh (i.e. he's rotting), he is capable of regenerating it as long as he has enough sustenance (fresh meat) for his body to use. Basically, if he can eat some fresh meat, he can regenerate- this includes limbs, but they must be reattached.
Also included is the inability to die; his body takes damage as any normal human's would (worse if he's sufficiently rotten), and upon a certain point he becomes incapable of movement or otherwise being any sort of threat, but he cannot die... After all, he's already dead. He can't even fall unconscious. He can be a literal pile of blood and guts, a smear on the sidewalk, but he'll still be awake. Won't feel it, of course. Nothing to feel; he's dead.
These two things combine to make him quite difficult to be rid of completely. Given that he can be gathered up in sufficient amounts, say his remains are scooped into a bathtub or some such thing, and fresh meat is placed in the pool, it makes regeneration possible again.
Weaknesses:
His hunger. Kenny is driven by an endless, insatiable hunger for flesh. He can usually quell it, keep it under control enough to be a reasonable, rational person... But if he goes too long without feeding, it becomes harder and harder to keep himself composed. In all senses of the word.
While Kenny isn't busy eating or regenerating, he's busy rotting away. Every second he's not eating, he's decomposing; while the rate of decomposition is relatively steady, it can speed up in humid, warm climates. It can get so bad that his limbs fall off in mild accidents; once a child pulled his arm off on Halloween, one of the few nights he can actually be accepted in public.
Self-Hatred. Kenny knows what he is, and hates it. Vampires are bad enough being parasites; he's not even that! He's a scavenger, and just barely. Of course, he doesn't even know about what he used to be...
Physical limitations. While fully regenerated, after a good meal, he's only slightly stronger than the average human male; and this is only because before he turned, he was quite physically active. While he can never tire out, his body becomes less and less functional the longer he goes without food, and it starts out at only just slightly above the average human male.
Technology/Weapons/Pharpenilia:
None. Why bother? He can't use it but so much, anyway.
History
Though he doesn't remember, Kenny was born to a poor family in a doublewide trailer. While it was the biggest in the park, and they also had a bass fishing boat, it didn't make life any easier, really; while at school one day, Kenny's dad died in a work-related accident. Now, I say work-related... What I really mean is, he was shot during a drug deal gone wrong. It'd been a bust, and the cops gunned down his dad. He came home to the news, and his mom started beating him; that was in the fourth grade. As a freshman in high school, he took on a job at the local burger joint; worked there until the last week of his senior year, when he was fired for failing a company-mandated drug test. He managed to graduate- just barely- and left his mom and little sister in the trailer park to try and get a job to help support them. He ended up following in his father's footsteps; he became a drug dealer, and for a while it worked out pretty well for him. Business was good, and only getting better as time went on... But then he went and started mixing business with pleasure.
It took him a while to realize it, but when he finally did, it was far too late; he was hooked. And on the bad stuff, too. He spent all the money he'd made dealing on getting a fix for himself, now; he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine, if you want to look at it like that. He was in deep, and when he finally ran dry, he was so strung out he took to petty thievery to get the next one. Soon his fixes didn't quite come often enough; during one particularly long dry run, he got in a fight at a bar. Ended up killing the guy. Whoops. Of course, at this point he was beyond caring. But he did know one thing... He liked the way it felt.
So it went on. He'd go to bars, and end up killing the 'tough guys' like bikers and lumberjacks and bodybuilders or whatever. It was almost like a hobby, but soon it became his new fix. He lost count of how many he'd killed by the time he was caught; of course, in his drug-addled mind, it didn't matter how many. It just felt good, being a predator. The top gun. The strongest. Of course, when faced with a bullet... None of that lasted very long.
When he woke up, he didn't remember anything. He learned his name from the tag wrapped around his toe; he was confronted by the medical examiner as he tried to leave the morgue, and ended up killing the man by popping his eyeballs with his thumbs and driving his fingers into the man's brain. After that, he lost it completely; he ate the man. Terrified at what he'd done, he cleaned himself off and ran into the night. The hunger was still there, though, gnawing at his belly from the inside out. Once he was out of town, he made it to a burger joint. The old one he'd used to work at. He ordered some food and tried to eat it, but ended up being violently sick almost instantly after it hit his stomach; vomiting and seizures, it was bad. So he left. And walked. He didn't know why, at the time, but he was drawn towards a trailer park; and one trailer, in particular. The largest one there, with a boat in the front yard.
He walked into the house, looking quite awful; his bout of sickness from eating the processed and cooked food had left him looking quite zombified. So when his younger sister- who he didn't remember- took a few shots at him, he did what any sensible man would do, and killed her. However, he remembered how horrified he was at himself after eating the medical examiner, and through a tremendous exertion of pure willpower, did not eat the girl. Rather, he fled the house and entered the woods, hunting down animals instead. Since then he's wandered, generally sticking to the woods except on Halloween night. He still likes to be around people, when he can without them trying to kill him... Maybe the day will come when he's seen not as a monster, but as a person. Maybe one day...
