[b]Name: [/b]Werner Kleist
[b]Age:[/b] 23 (True age 53)
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race:[/b] Voodoo Zombie
Voodoo zombies are drastically different than those in recent popular fiction, especially in Werner’s case. Voodoo zombies are resurrected by bokors, vodoun sorcerers, through a lengthy ritual before the deceased’s corpse. Their soul is returned to the body, and in exchange for this, they are forced to serve the bokor who breathed life into them. Once the priest frees them of their service, by either dying or releasing them, the zombie is free to do as they wish, though they still have an instinctive protective nature of the bokor and their kin. 
Werner’s body doesn’t function like that of the living. He doesn’t age or decay, thanks to the spell warding off all natural effects. He can recover from almost any wound, but he heals twice as slow as a human, and doesn't need to breathe; on top of this, Werner’s body cannot detect pain, so he is very prone to injury. Because the spell holds his body together, if a limb is amputated, it retains full functionality and can return to the rest of Werner. As a zombie, he does not tire, so his stamina is endless, but his strength remains the same, and he can build no more muscle mass. 
One strange mishap separates Werner from any normal voodoo zombie, however. When Werner died in a car crash, a fraction of his soul embedded itself into the car he was driving. When the bokor attempted to bring him back from death, he returned all but this bit of his soul to Werner’s corpse, but it was not enough to revive him. Instead, Werner’s body was kept in a sort of stasis, waiting for the day that his soul would reunite and become whole again. 
His car, a [url=http://static.cargurus.com/images/site/2012/03/01/15/18/pic-172769747491012420.jpeg]1974 De Tomaso Pantera[/url], is possessed by a splinter of Werner’s soul. It is slightly sentient, a sort of extension of Werner, like an arm or a leg. He can control the car to some extent when he isn't in it, though not nearly as proficient as a driver could. The Pantera might turn on the radio occasionally to find a fitting song for the occasion, or turn itself off at times, but this is the extent of its intelligence. Werner is bound to the vehicle; the further he is separated it, the less human he becomes, behaving more “zombie-like”, and he also loses more control over the car. It is only behind the wheel when Werner is most like his old self, before the accident. As for his appetite, it is rather stereotypical of zombies. Raw flesh provides the most nutrients for a zombie, and this is what Werner needs; anything else, his body will reject. However, this flesh can be from anything, be it human or animal. Like being separated from his car, going without flesh causes Werner to lose his mind and wander like a zombie until he feeds.

[b]Appearance: [/b]
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Werner stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 170 lbs, with broad shoulders and lean muscle. His hands are rough and callused from hockey, and his right pinkie finger is missing from the first knuckle up, leaving a rounded stump. His skin is a mess of scars, a few from before the accident, but mostly from his car crash. His entire back is coated in burn scars from when the car caught fire. Werner’s arms, legs, and chest are covered with scars as well, from road rash, compound fractures, and smaller glass cuts. His scalp, too, has a few small slashes from where he was ejected through the windscreen. Werner’s eyes, previously a dark brown, now glow an eerie neon red.

[b]Job:[/b] Unemployed

[b]Personality:[/b] (Note: Personality is from before Werner’s resurrection) Werner is a carefree, friendly guy. He’s willing to make friends with anyone, from all walks of life, and doesn’t discriminate much. Anyone who knows Werner would say that he is a very passionate individual. He loves hockey, to the point where he is almost more comfortable on ice than with solid ground beneath his feet. In a similar fashion, Werner prefers looking up and seeing the undercarriage of a car than a clear blue sky, or the dim light of an architect lamp as he pours over schematics for a new transmission. 
Werner isn’t the greatest at concealing his emotions, but he hasn’t ever had much of a need to. He is as honest as they come, perhaps a little too much, and couldn’t tell a lie to save his life. His moral compass is spot on; he doesn’t drink, smoke, take advantage of women, or break the law (save for speeding every once in a while). Werner doesn’t have much of a taste for violence either, aside from a couple brawls on the ice. 

[b]Background:[/b] Werner was born in Diehlstadt to a pair of working class citizens, a mechanic and a waitress, in a time when the supernatural didn’t roam freely around the town. Werner’s parents raised him with love, and supported him in any endeavor he wished. The young boy had a particular interest, like his father, in cars, both driving and working on them. As soon as he could hold a wrench, Werner was in the garage with his dad. On top of this, he was involved in several sports, but hockey was the one he loved. It soon became apparent that Werner wouldn’t be satisfied with just working as a mechanic, however, as he sought to not only repair cars, but make them.
 After high school, Werner was accepted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in mechanical engineering, with a full ride playing hockey. He left his hometown for college, and was overwhelmed with the new opportunities and strange people. It was here that Werner met a girl, Adrien, who was also from Diehlstadt. The two quickly fell in love, much to the chagrin of Adrien’s grandparents, who raised their granddaughter; they were a black Haitian family, and were very wary of whites. Against her parent’s wishes, they continued to see one another. After four years, the two graduated, and while Adrien returned home to her family, Werner stayed at MIT to further his education, working part time as a valet boy in a lavish hotel. 
On October 8th, 1985, Werner was working the night shift in the hotel when the hotel manager called him to his office. Werner’s father was on the phone, and told his son that Adrien had fallen ill. The doctor wasn’t sure what it was, but he suspected meningitis. Werner dashed down to the parking lot and grabbed the next car in line to be parked, a red 1974 De Tomaso Pantera. He peeled out of the parking lot, heading directly for Diehlstadt. He was almost home when, one a winding mountain road, a drunk driver heading the opposite direction slammed into him as he rounded a corner. The sports car was sent flying down the rocky mountainside, and Werner was ejected from the burning car at bottom of the cliff. Both Werner and the Pantera were mangled beyond recognition. 
Adrien recovered from her illness just in time for Werner’s funeral, and he was buried just outside of Diehlstadt. Adrien’s grandfather, Abioya,  had never liked Werner, but seeing his granddaughter weep over his graveside, he knew it was time to put aside his petty grudge. Abioya’s grandfather had been a voodoo priest when they lived in Haiti, and he watched the man perform several resurrections. In the middle of the night, with a new moon overhead, Abioya crept into the graveyard and performed the dark ritual which he hoped would bring his granddaughter's suffering to an end. As the sun broke over the horizon, Abioya knew he failed. It was a foolish idea, to bring the dead back to life. In truth, it was not Abioya’s fault; most of Werner’s spirit returned to his body, stuck in limbo, but a fragment bound itself to the ruined car in which he died. After many years, everyone moved on. The wreck of the Pantera, however, did not. The fraction of Werner’s soul in the car slowly mended the vehicle as it sat in storage, driven by an insatiable urge to become whole once more.
After thirty years, the red Pantera finally found its way to the graveyard just outside of Diehlstadt.