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Goren Felson
zombie human
86 (appears to be 28)
5'8"
Black hair
Red eyes
Roughly 60 years ago, Goren was a lowly guard at the Doman castle, who was stationed around the kitchen, of all places. He would have minded the posting if it hadn't put him near to Augusta, the beautiful royal chef. One day, as he was shamelessly flirting with her, he slipped on a bit of cooking oil, conked his head on a colander, landed his hand in the cutlery drawer and was impaled on a carving fork.
Goren Felson was dead.
When he woke, he was not in some beautiful afterlife. Or a firefilled one, for that matter. He was in a bed in a hut somewhere... and he heard her humming. Augusta. She was in the next room, stirring a bubbling pot. And then it hit him. The STENCH. Dear gods, it was horrid. He asked her what she was making, and she responded by saying "Chicken soup". He then looked down and realized he'd dropped considerable amounts of weight, both in fat and muscle mass. His skin was starting to get chalky, his mouth was dry and... the worst part... he was starting to imagine himself cracking open Augusta's skull and having a feast.
He ran. He figured Augusta must have been some necromancer or... something. It didn't matter. He was going to stay away from her for a long time. He got himself back into the castle, and talked to the chemist there, using the oddly effective "Not me, but my FRIEND" technique. He gave him an item called a Feratus stone, a kind of bracelet that stayed on your palm. The chemist smiled when he did this, saying his "friend" would find it very handy. He kinda sluffed off the information, and made his way to his commanding officer's office, where he quit. It was amiable, and before he left, he gave the CO a pat on his bare shoulder with the stone. And that's where it clicked.
As he left, he realized he felt... juicy. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt more like his old self. He went down to the slums and touched some bum. Again... juiciness. He did again, to someone else. And he felt whole. He couldn't believe it. He was alive again. He even LOOKED like his old self. But a few hours later, he was starting to shrivel up again. The cravings came back. The stone was the only thing keeping him human.
He decided to limit human contact. Stay away from people until he needed to ... use them. Every few days, he would go into town, take from a few people, and leave again. After a few years, he got pretty good at going undetected (save for a few pitchfork/torch/farm implement wielding townsfolk every now and again.) And he even started taking THINGS from people too. You know, to pay for things. He always wanted a cabin in the woods... and anyways, nowadays, he's got it. Got the money for tools and land and everything. And today, he's going into town. Probably going to have something exciting happen to him. Ya never know...
I wonder how Augusta is doing...
Skills: Basic sword techniques, lifeforce theft, theft, architecture, carpentry, interior design, stealth, disguise. <p>--------------------
I HAVE FURY!</p>
Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=kingofdoma>KingOfDoma</A] at: 9/30/04 7:52 pm
Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 9:22 pm
at: 9/29/04 11:33 pm
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