And here be Alan
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Full name: Alan Sivel Freil
Gender (if applicable): Male
Age: 16 (He started counting around the time he became sane)
Race: Zombie
Rank: Student-Teacher, Year: 1
Class Taught: Phys ED
Personality: On your Average day Alan ends up coming across mostly, lazy, cold and over all apathetic, not much has the ability to move him to emotional responses. But on occasion certain things will make what’s left of his soul seems to tear through his cold aura and show a bit of color from within his pale grey flesh, such as combat of all sorts, causing him to gains some color in his cold, grey eyes and his expression to chance from that of whom which could care less to the grin of a minor serial killer on a rampage. But hey, At least something does it for him.
BREIF History (most of this will be found out though IC): Alan was raised from the frosty beyond in a small backwater Irish town located in a place even the most detailed maps couldn’t lead you to. He does not remember much past when he was freed from his madness by a young Celtic witch and brought to her home to stay where he could be at peace until he found a way to release himself from the cold bonds of the forsaken corpse he calls his body.
Description (Picture or text, whichever you prefer.): Standing at a steady Five feet and nine inches tall this walking corpse going by the name of Alan Sivel Freil looks not quite like what you would normally see a Zombie as but more like an abnormality among them. He has no rot ridding his body, and no exposed muscles or bones. Instead he looks, almost human aside from a few features. Overall his figure is quite sculpted and his lack of a shirt or any upper cover at all emphasising it even more.
Though he may look human in most aspects a few things stand out and point heavily towards undeath, such as his skin having begun to grey out in areas, like the blood has begun to drain from within.
just below his pectoral muscles there is a stitched ring around his upper torso, another stitched line doing nearly the same on his face, breaking out from within his hairline and down between his eyes, making a slow turn under his left eye socket, curving under his ear and back around to the top of his head and disappearing into his ash-colored hair.
His eyes though are what begin the feeling of minor horror within. Two steel-grey pits of lifelessness are gouged into his face, the twinkle of life within them holding on by the smallest of threads, and while you are locked into a stare with these half-lidded, twin abysses they seem to stare right through you and into your very existence.
Weapon of choice (includes magic): Cursed Blade & hand to hand using a style he likes to call the Rotting Lotus.
Abilities/Powers:
•	Necrotic Overload: Blade drawn he begins to synchronize with his curse of undeath, the madness within that harbours unknown potentials of power slamming at the doors of his mind and unleashing various ‘passive abilities’ such as making people and things he touches slowly rot or deteriorate and die away in the most horrible of fashions. Though he wouldn’t dare touch the living in such a state, sometimes he has no choice.
•	Flesh Shaper: Over his years of being undead he has dabbled in minor blood magic, letting him use scraps of flesh and bone to reshape his and others injuries and body parts, though it is sometimes terribly painful, depending on the injury and due to the pain it causes others he has turned it into more of a hobby than anything.
•	Eternal Damnation: Not even he knows how to kill himself, even though having searched for 16 years on how to. Most injuries caused to his body will regenerate over time, sealing up even the most horrendous of wounds. Some body parts taking more energy and time than others...
•	Dead Nerves: Seldom feels pain of the physical variety.
•	Beyond the Limit: His brain’s limiter is gone and when it left it let loose the ability to use 100% of his strength.
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