Profile
| Name: answers to 'Pal', name unknown because no one is willing to go look at the nametag Gender: had been male, apparently, but is now considered entirely off limits for any sort of interest or breeding, trust me on this it's okay Age/DOB: appeared to be in their early 20s when attacked by a headcrab, but no one knows exactly when that was, birth had to have been around 1986-1995, for them to have been employed at a nearby zoo when the Resonance Cascade brought headcrabs to Earth Origin: Rookery Earth, around Des Moines Iowa, which places him about 30ish miles south-west of Lane Mansion in State Center Family: unknown, currently half-headcrab, so headcrabs don't bother him at all Other: is a headcrab zombie. But not a dangerous one* Height: formerly about 5'9", currently with the headcrab on him he's about 6'1" Weight: likely was wiry and slender, is now basically little more than bone and sinue, but is hardier than you'd expect Hair: .... Eyes: .... Appearance: had been a fair skinned human male, and is now a headcrab zombie. As shown, in reasonably well-kept 'safari' gear; his fingers are elongated and that's not actually blood. It's tomato juice, berry stains, and the like, since he has never been known to harm any animal or human. Most of the blood on his outfit is his own, however the stains on his headcrab topper are also juice and stains from berries, watermelons, and the like. His 'voice' if you can call it that, is rarely heard, and you do not want to hear it. Genetic Abilities: He eats by unbuttoning or raising that shirt, and sticking food directly into his exposed guts. He is a headcrab zombie, but he will definitely never attain the mass needed to pupate into a Gonarch Icarus Processing: .... pfffffffhahahahaha oh for the love of fuck no. |
Image Credits: Valve |
| Skills or Profession: had been an animal tender at Blank Park Zoo in Des Moines, possibly training small animals but also very likely just keeping them fed and cleaned, because that's what he continues to do, and has a penchant for offering small animals treats from his bag, please do not ask where the treats come from nor what is in them. He keeps the plant life free of harm, just leave the watermelons to him because that's his favorite. | |
| Personality: He has a horrifying shamble walk, but will never swing at or try and attack anyone, he will defend himself. His overriding personality trait however is that he was vegan as a human, and continues to be as a headcrab zombie. The headcrab is absolutely fine with this. They make a great team, rooting around in the dirt for spare tubers and yes they occasionally cheat by eating a grub or invasive bug, what are you gonna do, sue them? | |
| Events or History: Pal answers to this name by swinging or lurching toward the sound of someone's voice. "Hey Pal" is fine. Pal apparently had been working at the zoo when things went bad on Rookery Earth, and over the last ... twenty some years (it's hard to tell these days, he may have lasted a few years in hiding there before being headcrab'd) has slowly but surely shambled himself over to State Center, where the Lane Mansion resides. He does not have a bed there, but he definitely does live in the ancient servant's shack nearby, and the big hedge maze that had been overrun for years is now starting to look pretty decent even without plant shapers to aid it. *** Somehow, he shambled into a portal, and found himself in a weird location surrounded by noisy people and lights. But there was the smell of fruit somewhere near, and even though he had to move in on a trenchcoat wearing 'person' to reach the good stuff, there was a plate of watermelon slices. The good kind, with no seeds to get in the way. At first it looked like he was trying to hide food in his shirt, but then someone realized no, ... no, it was just going in and something was moving in there, then he'd reach for more. The headcrab on his shoulders would sometimes wave her forelimbs, to keep people at distance, but not really in a very threatening way. More to explore whether the tray of food they had was filled with the right kind of snacks. Those would be vegetables and fruits, nuts, berries, corn treats and the like. Because even as a zombie, they do have standards. They're not going to chow down on some meat or other, they don't know whether it was free-range raised or sprayed with pesticides. And it's kind of odd too because they do have a sense of those things out in the Mansion grounds: they'll stay well clear of the slaughterhouse or barbeque pits, but oh they have a fondness for sometimes sneaking a few handfulls of coffee beans right off the plant... Pal seemed somewhat interested in the goings on here, at this party though. Once their initial shyness had been overcome (and a sufficient amount of fruit cups consumed), the headcrab guided her zombie body to sniff at this person or that table, though they were never quite sure whether it was because Pal wanted to compliment their costume or try eating them. He certainly didn't seem all that threatening, just looked so gory. Also no one knows whether they'll be able to 'ride' a dragon, but Pal will absolutely know how to take care of one! Even if they eat meat, which is disgusting, Pal knows the value of feeding animals (... and people, okay fine) their right diet. | |
| Dragon Name: Gender: Size/Shoulder/Length: Colors: Features: Powers: Parentage: Origin: Meridian Weyr's Halloween clutch Other Info: | |
