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Name: R
Nicknames: N/A
Age: He has no idea, he appears about twenty-five
Fandom: Warm Bodies <3


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Height: 6'3
Weight: 140
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Unearthly blue
General Appearance: R does not change his clothes, hes worn the same thing for a very long time and it dosent seem like its going to change. Converse sneakers, blue jeans stained with blood, what appears to be tar and who knows what else. A white undershirt stained, again with blood, and a red hoodie in no better condition. Hes a very lanky, thin man. Tall and not terribly muscular but strong enough to kill a person by throwing their head into a wall.



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Strengths:You can stab, shoot, maul, destroy him all you want but unless you destroy his brain or take out his spinal cord... he will keep coming.
Weaknesses: Anything that can penetrate his brain really
Fears: becoming a bonie
General Personality: R is a bit of a bizarre zombie. Most of his kin have little to no thought processes and cant articulate at all. While R can't speak well, if he struggles he can usually spit out half sentences. Hes very conflicted when it comes to eating people but he dosen't have much of a choice. He dosen't like hurting people... he dosen't like eating people but thats the way the world is now and what other choice does he have?

He wants to connect with people, he wants to know what it would be like to feel... emotions, dreams... he wants to have friends, family. He dosen't know if hes the only one that feels this way, but he knows he dosen't want to feel so... well...dead for lack of a better term. The only way to feel, to remember, is to eat brains. When you eat the brains you get that persons memory, their feelings, their thoughts, you felt what they felt, you see what they saw, you feel... a little less dead.


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Family: N/A
History: R cant remember anything about his life when he was...well alive. He dosen't know how old he is, if he had a family, a home. The whole zombie apocalypse thing is a bit of a blur to him. It could have been a viral outbreak, a radioactive explosion, a crazed monkey virus, he can't remember that either. He dosen't remember how he died or how he became a zombie, only the fact that he is one now. The only thing he remembers is that his name started with an "R"

Like the rest of his kind, he took to living in packs, hundreds, maybe even thousands had all made their home at an airport, he himself took up residence in one of the old jet liners. He filled the plane with knick knacks and items that caught his eye. Hes one of the few zombies still able to process and think things through. He dosen't like killing people, but he dosen't have a choice, you eat or you die and if you die... you become a bonie. Either that or when you just finally gave up. Once copses give up there skin simply falls away until very little but the skeleton remains, for the most part they leave the corpses alone, but they will eat anything with a heartbeat, well R will too but at least hes conflicted.

R dosen't understand why he can't be like the rest of his kind, unfeeling, uncaring... he just wants to connect with people, to understand them, but thats a bit hard to do when your best communication is a few grunts and some stuttered broken words... not to mention everyone and their grandma is trying to shoot you in the head.



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Your name: Ruby
Other Characters: Elphaba, Sarah, Gollum, Jessica, Kili, Ruby,Leona
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