Baine Zolom wip

[Liz]

~Looks~

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Name
Before: Baine Zolom
Now: Hunter

Age
18

Gender
Male

Occupation
Before: College Student, aspirations of becoming a teacher.
Now: He is a survivor, trying to escape the hordes of Zombies.

Home Town
Before: Edmonton, AB, CA
Now: Where the main story takes place. He moved there after being diagnosed with a strange disease.

History
Life: Baine, a once honor college student, was a bright a cheerful fellow. He liked many things a college student did. Making friends, finishing assignments, crappy dead end part time jobs. He occasionally enjoyed drinking with the fellows, but not too often, and never when he had school the next day. He was studying to be a teacher, probably in arts or social studies. He showed much promise. Straight As in all his courses shot him to the top of the class. He would have finished his degree in no time; but fate had an odd way of working sometimes. He woke up one morning, a few years after the first wave of meteor deaths were reported, with a strange cough. His parents, being paranoid he was contagious and would kill them all, sent him away to the city the first deaths were reported.

After he arrived, he was check over throughly, and diagnosed with nothing but a simple chest cold. He was told he would be kept for observation, just in case. It wasn't soon after he arrived, the new wave of problems started. More people were getting sick, and one day he looked outside his hospital room, to find the doctors all walking casually down the hall, bits of skin, bones and flesh hanging off them. Their eyes were blood red. They seemed drawn onward and the next thing he knew, there were massive amounts of gun shots down the hall.

Quickly grabbing his clothes got dressed, swinging open the door to see a creature of death infront of him. He thought his life was over, until it's head was blown off. A girl, standing about 5'6'' held a gun out. Was she there to protect him? "Get out of here.. find cover." He didn't need to be told twice. He ran threw the hall, looking for anything to help get him to safety. He picked up

Death: Baine awoke to find himself in the same hospital room. The lights were pulled from the ceiling and there was blood and brown gunk on the walls. He wasn't sure how long he had been out for, but it must have been days or hours. He opened his eyes and in seconds his optics had adjusted to the area surrounding him. He felt no different then before, although his desire to hunt and kill was strong. His mouth also salivated whenever he smelt blood around him. What was going on? He crept out of the dark room, and into the darkened hallway. He crept so close to the wall, he didn't even realize he was scaling it. "Hurry, we need to make sure no Stalkers are in this area.." It was a girl's voice. She had long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a pink jacket. Baine went forward alittle more, and heard a scream followed by gun shots toward him. "STALKER!!" Sensors in his brain locked on her and his target was aquired. He had this burning sensation to have her. Leaping, he landed on her chest, diving into her chest and ripping her flesh with his teeth. She went silent and her sweet blood tasted wonderful in his mouth.

Instincts kicked in and when his belly was full he left the hospital, in search of someone who could explain all this to him. He met one such little girl. She giggled at him, hiding in places he would never have looked. "We are the undead.. and we need to feed off of the survivors to live." She was another who retained her humanity to a degree. "They will give us new names. I am 'Screamer'. I can kill them with my voice... They called you 'Stalker'..." Baine felt hardened by the idea of never being called his true name. Maybe, once all the survivors were destroyed.. he would one day go by his name. "Any chance they get.. they will kill us.." Stalker nodded, setting off into this new, undead world. "I am smarter, stronger and faster then them. I will 'live' whilst they die. I am beautiful.."

Personality[/u]
Death: He is different then most undead, and even those of his class. He can, for short periods of time, retain his living persona. He is not a mindless killing machine like his comrades. He usually uses this as a strategy tool to aquire new targets. He can act perfectly normal, unless he smells massive amounts of blood. When he is his normal self, he refers to himself as 'Baine' and his eyes are a goldeny yellow. He speaks very elegantly and tends to give others the impression he is a fellow survivor. He will use his hightened sences to obtain information about his target and then at a moment's notice will vanish from the group. His eyes will turn red, and his hair a darker shade of blonde as he plans his attack. He lurks in shadows, much like his class, and will leap out at his prey, diving into their flesh and chowing down. So far he has not been 'killed', but it is a matter of time. No one is invincable, not even zombies. His target is usuaully a woman, or smaller male.

Baine's human aspect is like a little voice inside his head. He knows he needs to feed on the survivors, but he still believes what he is doing is wrong. In time this may cause him to 'switch' sides and help the survivors, but for now he continues to do what his instincts and urges tell him to do. He is beautiful.

[Liz]

Finished~

[psychromaniac]

To put it simply.....I'm going to have to deny this one.

I should probably take part of the blame in this, since I hadn't exactly clarified what should be in a zombie bio. Thus, people's zombie bios would end up being like this. So let me explain:

Zombie bios should only really be explanations of the specifics of how the infected person looks like and what they were like before they turned. After they turn, they must have all aspects of a zombie. This means not being able to talk, not being able to change colors, not being able to communicate with other infected (unless it's a commander) and certainly not being able to converse with non-infected people. It should be clear right off the bat that when you see a zombie, you can tell it's a zombie, and start shooting.

Once again, I apologize for not clarifying what makes a zombie bio ^^;;;;