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When one joins the ranks of the undead one begins to realize certain things.One, the past becomes more interesting due to the fact that it could give you the upper hand against your rivals.
And Two, you're far tougher than the average person.
Combine these two things and one may have gotten a Kindred close to Zanzato.
Exetremely pale, umbrella wielding, archeologist by day.
But by night he was MOONSHADOW!
He who fought of one of the single largest Sabbat raids in living history!
Who learn the scerets of Gloconda and vampiric enlightenment!
Who stopped the Black Spiral Dancers from feeding Aekea to their dark gods!
Friend to 'bots
Clansman to the Orks
Champion of the downtrodden
Hero to all!
-courtesy of Nurse Anna
It was hard, pretending you were examining the bones of very old humans, dating back several hundred years. Just acting as if they were just another bone to a man (or woman) you never met and will never get to meet, considering the circumstances. But to Zanzato, these bones were more than just artifacts to be tossed into another museum. He remembered burying his little sister at this very spot, over two hundred years ago. There was no way he could have gotten out of this excavation, and so he was undoing what he had done two centuries ago. With every light swipe of the brush over hidden bones, he could feel a sick twist of his stomach getting stronger. He would give anything for a super villain to attack right now and get him away from where he was. But there was no such luck. Smiling sadly he picked up the fractured skull, gentle as if it would crumble with the fairest touch. He could still remember the man that made him into what he was, and how he had also made sure Zanzato had nothing of his mortal life left to turn to. "Hey baby sis," he whispered to the skull, picturing her bouncy curls and the smile that never left her bright eyes. "I kept my promise."
-courtesy of Puke Queen
Zanzato left the museum after a day of collecting ancient artifacts and delivering them to his employer. He felt and odd,eerie silence around him on this normally busy Aekan street, then, he heard a scream. Seems like someone decided to attempt to rob someone of their hard-earned gold. He rushed over to the scene, as fast as he could with his undead powers. He grabbed the criminal and soon, Zanzato had beat him to a bloody pulp. The victim gave nervous thanks yous and ran off, but not without giving the hero a reward. "This is why I love this town" Zanzato thought cockily as he went off into the night, leaving the robber at the mercy of the policebots.
-courtesy of Dysprosium Holmium
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Hi ^^
How are you doing?
It makes us allll feel like dorks.