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[b][i][color=black]"Funny thing about living to kill. You spend so much time killin', it don't scare you to die.”[/color][/i][/b][/center]
	[color=black][b]NAME[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]Ezekiel Otis Fleming[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]ALIAS[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]• Zombie Zeke
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	[color=black][b]GENDER[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]Male[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]SKILLS[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray][b]Buried on Sunday, Back by Monday[/b]
The "talent" that allowed Zeke to join the Unlucky Thirteen is the mixture of luck, constitution, and dead nerve endings that have allowed him to skirt past death on several occasions. He has been set on fire, thrown off a train, buried alive, blasted nearly clean through with buckshot, and stabbed more times than he can remember, with only an ugly mug and a bad limp to show for it. For this reason, he's the assassin of choice for targets who have killed previous would-be hitmen, or are otherwise more combatively skilled than the everyday revenge killings assassins are sought for. As a testament to this, he keeps the badges of three lawmen he's killed in his left breast pocket, which double both as a trophy and a protective measure from shots to the heart.

[b][u]WANTED[/u][/b]
Zeke isn't just some cutthroat you find in the dark corner of a saloon to be paid off with a sack of silver dollars. He's [i]Zombie Zeke[/i] of the [i]Unlucky Thirteen[/i]. He's the caliber of assassin you pay with a briefcase full of bills to eliminate a rival oil prospector. Or at least, he used to be. Now he's just some guy with a skin condition trying to lay low. Though these are things he's trying to hide, his name, face, and the respect (Or bullets) they all bring are known to criminals, lawmen, and any who have heard of the Unlucky Thirteen, which is quite a many people. In the right places, Zeke is one of the few people who has a chance to get out of a hairy situation with "Do you know who I am?". Or accidentally run into them.

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	[color=black][b]PERSONALITY[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]Zeke is a man of few words, and most of them are mean. An "Old-fashioned man" through and through, Zeke carries himself with a weight commanding respect, though he tries to maintain a level of politeness with women, children, and the elderly. For a paid murderer, Zeke is surprisingly reasonable and well-mannered, for all of his curmudgeonly ways. To maintain a relatively low profile, he avoids killing people outside of his job, which he also maintains is a better way to live. Aside from his gruff, rotting exterior, there is something of a softness to the nostalgia he views his times with the Unlucky Thirteen, who were his family for a number of years. His best stories all seem to concern contract killings with the group.

For the past few months, Zeke has not been himself; He is hiding out more, and is increasingly stressed and paranoid. Word of his crime is slowly spreading, as well as the public knowledge of the bounty placed on him by the newly-rebranded Dirty Dozen. Though he's normally self-loving enough to spend a few silvers on a nice hotel room/prostitute combo, he's been spending more and more days hiding under bridges and empty boxcars. The Ezekiel Fleming who walks today -- not the Zombie Zeke of legend -- is in dire need of a hot bath and a full meal, and is growing more desperate out of want for either.[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]HISTORY[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]Zeke's story starts with his birth in the irradiated remains of Hollywood, California, a smoldering town of mutants and rubble that once housed the most well-known oldworld media. Zeke would tell you this makes him "sort of like" a talkie star or folk hero. He has divulged little information about his childhood, though he assures most inquiring parties that it was fairly wretched. Due to the chemically tainted soil and water of his hometown, Zeke's late childhood included the development of a gangrenous skin condition on his face, arms, legs, chest, and back -- His sores having now spread to patches that are essentially rotting away, leading to visible bones on parts of his body. Coupled with his seeming imperviousness to death, he was known in most of the West coast as "Zombie Zeke" by his twenties, known for little other than his face and willingness to perform "jobs", such as intimidation and horse theft for local thieves.

A decade later, he had been paid to settle the debts of enough unruly mutants by way of a gun or blade to make his living solely from murder, which would remain his lifelong profession. From there, it was not long until he would stumble into a Freetown saloon called "The Snakeboot Inn". At Snakeboot some twenty years ago, he and another dozen bounty hunters, mercenaries, and hitmen formed "The Unlucky Thirteen", an assassin's company made up of "A Baker's Dozen Batch of Get-The-Job-Done", as their calling card billed. Vowing to keep the rules simple -- No women, no children -- the group's extensive individual talents allowed them to accrue enough wealth to maintain fear, respect, and [i]territory[/i] in parts of the Freetowns and Brighton, eventually purchasing a large compound base in Brighton itself. This group was the closest Zeke has said he has felt to having a family,
 which is a fair point for a man raised by half-melted cannibals. However, this all changed two months ago to the day, now that he has reached a ripe old fourty-four.

There is little public knowledge of the incident itself, though only two things are publically known; Zeke was hired to kill George Tavish II, and that Zeke killed both George Tavish II and the young Sophia Tavish. Having violated both of his group's "No women, No children" rules, the group has publically disavowed themselves of him and has sworn to hunt him down and clean their reputation's sole stain. He has lived as a drifter since then, hiding from place to place in the night where he is known, and renting beds where he is not.[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]INVENTORY[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray][b][u]Six-Shooter Pistol[/u][/b]
Zeke's pistol is an old-fashioned six round model, with enough stopping power to fell a horse. He calls it his "Hand cannon". He's not an exceptional shot, though he compensates by shooting people in close quarters.

[b][u]Needle and Thread[/u][/b]
Part of Zeke's survivability is his constitution, and part of it is his wisdom to dig bullets out of himself and stitch up holes.[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]REASON FOR VISITING[/b][/color]
[hr][hr][indent][color=gray]Retrieving stolen goods from a local bandit.[/color][/indent]
	[color=black][b]RELATIONS[/b][/color]
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