Appearance__________________________________
Basic Information______________________________
Name: Arafel Sidhe (Arr-uh-fell Shee)
Nick Name: Arry, or Ara.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Undead
Class: Savant
Hair Color/Style: Pale with long bangs she lets hang in front of her face.
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Scars or Tattoos: A large wound on her belly that she keeps stitched together and bandaged to keep her guts from falling out.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Marital/Relationship Status: Single
Enemies: N/A (yet)
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Combat Information____________________________
Weaopens: A steel rod that was once part of a stairwell rail, that is very sharp at one end.
Her nails and teeth are also very deadly.
Physique: Slim but strong and toned. Athletic and quite acrobatic.
Health: She's.... Dead? And not very sane anymore. The lines between normal human behavior and her zombie instincts are blurred.
Strengths: Immense physical ability. For her size she is as strong as a very large man, and she feels little pain anymore. She has very acute predatory instincts that give her heightened senses.(i.e. Better hearing, sense of smell, and sixth sense. Although sight, taste, and touch remain unchanged.)
Weaknesses: Not able to recover from wounds because they won't heal. She's reckless, and unable to differentiate from her human and zombie instincts.
Although she is intelligent and looks fairly human, she is not a Dilettante. Furthermore, she can actually be controlled by a Dilettante and has an instinctual attraction to them.
Power Roster_________________________________
1. Immune ot Poison, Alchohol, and diseases.
2. Reduced pain reception.
3. Inhuman physical ability. (She can use her bodies full capabilities. Her brains "limitations" to her body having disappeared with her undeath. She can run a little faster then normal, jump higher, and perform great feats of strength. These still take a toll on her body though. Exerting herself too much can damage her muscles and even break her bones.)
Personal Information___________________________
Personality: Arafel is bubbly and outgoing, but also a little to clingy. She attaches herself to anyone who gives her attention, and she dotes on any Dilettante she comes across. She also has a bad habit of eating people and things she likes. Eating a person is a great show of her affection towards them.
Her hunger is insatiable and she is almost cannabilistic at times; not caring if her food is dead or not. Her mind is broken and scattered, so although she retains most of her human traits she's become more predatory like the other undead. She protects her friends fiercely, and will never let anything happen to them. Whether or not that is because she actually loves them or she's just keeping others away from her prey is unknown.
Likes:
✓ Getting nibbled. (Sometimes she pulls out zombies teeth and lets them gnaw on her fingers and toes.)
✓ Celebrations. (There are so few, but the ones she's seen are great fun.)
✓ Flesh. (Animal, human, even other undead meat is good sometimes. Her stomach does not discriminate.)
✓ Her Masters. (She cannot help herself around Dilettante. It's something that is wired into her brain now.)
Dislikes:
✘ Being wounded. (It's hard to sew up all her cuts.)
✘ Zombies eating her friends. (That's her meat!)
✘ Party-poopers. (She likes to have fun all the time, she hates it when someones a buzz-kill.)
✘ Reading. (She can't read very well anymore because her human memories are all botched up. So it's a little like she's dyslexic.)
Theme Song: (Optional)
Battle Theme: (Optional)
Extra Info: When caught up in the heat of a fight her zombie instincts begin to take over. If she's allowed to continue she may lapse into a "feral" state and might attack anyone nearby. Friend or Foe. She is increasingly hard to control once in the Feral state.
Biography___________________________________
Arafel does not remember when she was human anymore. She has tried, but only blurry and broken images appear in her head. From what she can remember she most likely lived before the initial outbreak. When she "awoke" she had been in a body bag. She easily tore out and her first thought was to find something to snack on. Over the months she's been traveling she hasn't eaten that many humans. For the most part she still considers herself a part of the human race. She has been drawn to many large communities and has always wished she could stay, but the last human instinct in her always tells her to move on before she gets much to close. Although she has met many people on her journey's she is on some sort of quest to find.. a Master. Something in her draws her toward Dilettante and she cannot ignore the call. The instinct is so great that she wouldn't ever even think to resist. Once she finds a master she will be satisfied with traveling. Until then the endless wastelands overrun with undead are her home.
