"You gots ta do the right thing!"
Name: "Viernes"
Nickname: "Gross, a zombie."
"El Machete."
(There's A Witch Incantation To Call Them By...)Gender: They/He (Unknown)
Age: Died at 19 -- Current age 26
Occupation: Former "Deputy" of Stellar Springs -- Bounty Hunter
District: Shanty Town
Supernatural: Zombie
Any associated powers: Undead -- No need for rest, food, drink, or fear of death, just reattach your arm and get on with it. Their bones are enchanted to be as durable as iron and they posses strength equivalent to a seasoned weight-lifter. Other than that? Nothing else. The magic keeping them bound to the body is very powerful and extremely foreign-- something seen only in
Far Eastern countries. Their teeth and finger-tips were replaced with pointed iron tips-- not exactly razor sharp but definitely pointed enough to cut.
Appearance:
- Height:
5ft 9in - Build:
Thin -- Skin and Bone - Eyes:
None // Two softly white glowing orbs of light only visible in low candlelight or darkness. - Hair:
None - Skin Tone:
Zombified/Burnt - Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Lacking most flesh-- notable large hole in their upper right ribcage and charred bones. - Voice:
A DISTINCTLY Mexican accent. Their voice sounds middle-to low pitched, making any guesses at their former gender very... difficult. - Scent/Aura:
Anyone with a strong nose can smell the burned flesh but it's obvious to most within one foot of them. Those familiar with Zombies will recognize them as one immediately and that they are raised/bound by powerful, although foreign, magics that are more common among Eastern Immigrants (China specifically), which binds a Zombie to service for near eternity-- commonly used as guards for tombs and meant to follow one specific order. - Personal Style:
A heavy bandanna, wide brimmed hat, heavy coat and poncho, with thick leather gloves and tall boots-- clearly they seek to conceal the fact that they're mostly skeletal from first glance. Oddly, their clothing appears to be well made, and somewhat decorative. Evidence that someone once took care to clothe this Zombie.
Personality: Goody Two Shoes and woefully forgiving summarizes their personality quickly. They could be taken seriously but they are unfortunately clumsy, easily distracted, and sometimes slow to catch on to clues. Definitely would never have made a good detective of any sort but they always did well at following instructions. Most of the time, your secrets are safe with Viernes but sometimes they tend to slip up and say a bit too much. Their brain is rotting, cut them some slack, and speaking of which?
A lot of things tend to be forgotten about rather quickly for Viernes and some slight amnesia comes into play with their past. Sometimes, Viernes will outright be lost in thought-- reliving traumas from the past and frozen in place. As Viernes' will has been eroded from being bound for so long, they do tend to follow-the-leader quite quickly, and will stick with whoever seems to be in charge-- as long as they're trying to do good.
Backstory: Somewhere out North-West, there was once a trading post turned small town called "Stellar Springs." All that remains of the town is a bunch of burned wood in the middle of the desert. See, this town is mostly spoken of with the word "Massacre" somewhere in its name. Nobody has determined what may have invited such destruction, the killing of it's twenty-or so residents, but no one made it out alive. Years ago, without warning, in the middle of the night, a coven of witches descended upon the remote town. Houses were burned and people were butchered. Viernes doesn't remember much about that night at all, other than having been in a conversation with the Sherif, shortly before someone set the building on fire. Every single resident was raised as a horde of undead servants for the coven, then marched further north, to a place
nobody likes to talk about. Seriously, those people up there? Awful. Their town? Disgusting. And apparently their witches aren't exactly top notch either.
Somehow, due to either luck or bad spell-casting, Viernes' mind was freed from the spell of the witch. It took them a year to realize this and, a few months later, they escaped into the wilderness. Most of the time, Viernes was used to kill things-- people, animals, other zombies-- and this lead them quite easily into bounty hunter work. You know. After shambling for a solid month away from the town That Shall Not Be Named. Seriously, they walked day and night, nonstop, until they accidentally stumbled upon a group of bandits in the night, killed them all, stole their stuff, went to town, found out they were wanted, doubled back--
A Sherif demands proof of a kill but bringing a month old corpse into the office as proof is a bit much, right? So the Sherif asks their name, this weirdly standing hunter with the bloated corpse in their arms, and they say they don't know. How do they not know? Well today's some english word he doesn't remember, so the Sherrif'll just start calling this weird bounty hunter Viernes, sound good? Obediently, of course that sounded good, and so Viernes has been a bounty hunter for the past two years-- which is impressive considering most don't last that long due to being killed. Along with bounty hunting, Viernes is always up for helping someone in need, as long as they aren't afraid of him, be it washing pots and pans, sweeping a house, killing a man, or any other odd jobs that help do some
good.
They've kept on the move from town to town which, coincidentally, has helped them evade the pursuit of a certain Witch that raised them. As of now, Viernes is only recently aware of being hunted, as they were attacked by a bound Zombie last month, but managed to escape. Currently, they're not sure precisely why they were attacked, but they are definitely a bit more wary nowadays.
Skills/Specialties:
- Tracking: They're pretty good at seeing the signs where someone has traveled in the desert-- especially animals.
- Hand-To-Hand/Melee: Perhaps due to some weird zombie version of "poor eyesight," Viernes isn't very good at shooting, which is offset by the fact that they can run through a hailstorm of bullets, without much damage, and beat someone to death with their bare hands or the machete they carry.
- Guitar/Piano: Clearly a victim of circumstance, Viernes is extremely skilled at playing piano and guitar and had they only been born somewhere less brutal, they definitely wouldn't be confined to bounty hunting or, you know, being a zombie.
Anything Else: The amount of animals that have gnawed on their flesh and bones is
ridiculous.
... deputy, huh?
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