What is Me?

Me is an undead individual who nonetheless goes on living his life as best he can. He may be a semi-rotten corpse, but he hasn’t let that put a damper on his spirits. Being such a unique subject, a sentient zombie and all, he strives to set a better example of his kind than his less civilized cousins; he makes sure to keep himself clean to avoid a stench, and assures everyone he meets that their brains are safe.

 

 

Huh? Brains?

It’s true, Me is still a zombie. While he maintains higher brain function, he can’t avoid his deepest inherent zombie traits. He must munch the occasional brains. Luckily, there’s nothing that says he must munch human brains.

 

 

Personality?

Me still has one. He’s quite friendly, after an initial period of reserved shyness. It was once said, for a dead person, he smiles a lot. He is fond of beaches, but doesn’t enjoy swimming.  He says he likes art, but asking questions about that often produces confusing answers. He doesn’t seem to have much regard for personal space, he’ll keep his distance when he first meets you, but after that, good luck keeping him off.

 

 

About those zombie traits?

Me has a pretty firm hold on his ‘humanity’, but a few parts of his zombie nature are harder to suppress. His clingy habits stem from this, some subconscious want to grab onto another that all zombies have. This also leads to a habit of nibbling on people, an extension of the compulsive zombie need to constantly chew flesh. Me’s managed to hold It down to not much more than a slight oral fixation. Of course all of these might get worse should Me’s hunger flair up suddenly.

 

 

I don’t wana become a zombie! :C

Me knows this prospect frightens a great many people away from him. He always promises not to bite hard enough to break the skin, and again promises that if he does he won’t make you into a zombie. This is in fact truer than you’d think. Unknown to Me, and most of the general populace, he couldn’t spread the infection he carries by accident. It can only be passed through a fluid that is only secreted from a mutated saliva gland, which is only activated at will. In a regular zombie, this glad is constantly at work, but in Me, enough brain power remains to keep the gland under control. Of course, Me knows none of this.

 

This is my art, it is not so good.

 

 

OOC

This is me trying to improve on my old musty profile a bit. Obviously gets a little out there with my own ideas on zombies, but I needed an excuse to make it safe for nibblin’, and that idea’s been rolling around in my head for a long while. Usually set in a modern city type setting, though works in lots of places. Primarily a science zombie, not magic, so quit splashing holy water plz.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pst, he's secretly a crossdresser