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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 12:01 am
HALLOWEEN TOWN CITIZEN FORM
Name: Susana Valentino Nicknames: Susie Gender: Female Age: Physically about 14ish
Faction: Undead Race: Zombie
Natural Ability: Undead strength
Personality: Bubbly, friendly, and a little bit absent minded, Susie has a habit of falling in love with any tall dark stranger that gives her a smile. She loves to dance and considers herself a real good hoofer despite her disadvantage when it comes to rotting parts. She considers herself a good, traditional Flapper, even if her siblings think she's far too young for those sorts of parties.
Job/Business: Works at Clean Slate with her sister, running the Gelatto stand and coffee bar.
Personal History: Susie goes where her sister goes, seeing as how she's her legal guardian. Doesn't mean she likes it. She blocks out what happened to their family (See Loretta's History), and writes to her brother Enzo at Amityville often. As far as she's concerned, she has no history- she's barely had time to live her unlife!
FEAR Ability: Headlights (Disable?) - Razzle Dazzle 'em: She really is a gifted dancer, sometimes distractingly so.
Physical Description: Cold, grey-blonde curly hair done in a short, smart fashion, she's very fashion-conscious... except that her tastes range from the 20s to the 40s at latest. She's in generally good repair for a zombie, onle a few signs of rot and exposed bone she usually hides in stockings.
Eye Colour: White/pale/glazed Hair Colour/Style: grey-blonde, ref to come Skin Colour: zombie grey Clothing Style/Colours: Loves soft, muted colors, pastels, and things she thinks don't clash with her 'complexion' - flapper dresses when she's all gussied up, and an array of sweaters, blouses, and fun frocks. Extra: She's a zombie. Will doodle soonish. References: TBE!
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 2:29 pm
The Secretary hurried through his paperwork, stamping everything with an approval. He had a Zombie Zumba performance to attend to, and he was already twenty minutes late. He needed to watch the ghouls dance until their limbs flew. Literally.
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