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[b]Name:[/b]
Toby Schippers. He still had a college student ID in his pocket.

[b]Age:[/b] Looks like he was somewhere in his late teens or early twenties when he died. A bit difficult to say with the subsequent decay.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Race:[/b] Draugr

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Mousy brown hair.
Eyes that were probably hazel but now just look kind of cloudy and bloodshot and terrifying.
His natural features gave him a look of perpetual concern, and now the corner of his mouth is torn badly, adding to it the look of a perpetual lopsided smile.
Head lists to one side due to some severed tendons.
Shoulder stuck in a half-shrug due to the angle of some smashed bones.
Wearing an argyle sweatervest.
Splattered with old blood.

[b]Personality and Explanation Thereof:[/b]
Weirdly docile for a draugr. He can't speak, but he can make various noises to express emotion.
In life, Toby had something wrong with his amygdala. He didn't really experience fear, and he never displayed aggression. He died after the deterioration began to spread rapidly through his brain, putting him in an increasingly disoriented state. With no fear response, in a confused daze, Toby Schippers passed away in a tragic accident involving a garage door, a silver hubcap, and a sealed package of sidewalk chalk.
When Hel, Queen of the Dead, raised her undead army to kickstart the apocalypse, Toby returned to the world as a draugr. But his amygdala was still broken. And so was most of the rest of his brain. Though he still had the vague desire to eat human flesh, he didn't have the frenzied aggression of most draugrs to back it up, and though he knew he was supposed to follow Hel's orders, he didn't have the cognitive power to really remember what the orders were, making him possibly the most useless draugr in history.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Biting things.
Like all draugr, he cannot be killed by most injuries. Not even a zombie-style headshot, though damaging his brain any more would probably make him even more useless.
Each draugr possesses some kind of magical ability, and Toby's is to pass through solid objects, though he frequently forgets how to do this.
Inhuman strength.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
Toby is absolutely useless in terms of intelligence and strategy and combat.
Effectively he's just absolutely useless.
Chopping off his head and burning him will do the trick.
Being a dead thing, he also smells like a dead thing.

[b]History:[/b]
Toby was part of the big army and Hel told him what to do. He liked Hel. She was pretty. Mostly. 50%.
They were supposed to eat and smash some things, he supposed.
Everyone moved faster than him though. Made it hard to eat anybody.
Toby followed his friends who never actually talked to him into the big building but he accidentally turned on his power and fell into the floor and he hated when that happened.
He forgot what he was supposed to be doing but he heard a sound.
It sounded like a growly thing.
Maybe the growly thing was a dog. He liked dogs.
He went through another wall.
It was a dog. A really big one. It had a big ribbon all tangled around it. There was a circle on the floor.
The circle was made of things that were maybe letters but maybe not because Toby didn't remember if he could read.
Toby went inside the circle.
But Toby remembered he wasn't supposed to be playing with a dog. He was supposed to be doing the smash-roar-kill thing.
He seemed to have forgotten to bring any sharp things.
The dog had a sharp thing in its mouth though. And it had its head down like it wanted him to take it.
It was very growly now but its tail was wagging like it was happy so it was probably friendly.
So Toby took the sharp thing out of its mouth.

Meanwhile upstairs, the Blessed sealed Hel, defeating the Queen of the Dead and her draugr army with her...all except the lost one who happened to be standing inside a ring of runic inscriptions that sealed Fenrir's holding place from outside magical influence.
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