About

A reclusive, quiet man who worked in aesthetics in a funeral parlor. When the zombie apocalypse took over the city, him and his business partner barred themselves in the parlor waiting for it to pass. Unfortunately, the funeral director passed first. Starving, in desperation, Feebs did something regrettable...and was over taken by the spirit of a Wendigo. He now owns the funeral parlor, eating the bodies that are dropped off to him for disposal.

Feebs is an obsessive germaphobe, which conflicts deeply with both his role at the funeral home, and his insatiable desire to eat the dead(/living). His tendencies for obsessive cleaning, constant use of gloves and a mask stem from a traumatic childhood experience. His parents, who originally owned the funeral home, had always intended to pass the business on to their son. Though they didn't include him deeply in the going-ons of the establishment when he was small, as he grew the nature of the business became a natural background noise, something normal, a part of home. It was only when his dealings with the business turned more personal that the issues began.

Prior to his teen years, his mother fell terminally ill. Wanting to see her despite her condition, his father would bring him into intensive care, well prepared with masks and gloves to prevent any issues from otherwise minor viruses. Disliking how it felt, finding it harder to breath, on one visit where his father left the room, Feebs took off the mask. Finding it easier to speak with his mother, and enjoying her company, it would be the last time he'd get to see her. Though it was highly unlikely the event caused her death, the seed of fear was planted in the younger mans mind, and suddenly life was more comfortable with the mask on then off.

Well after his mothers death, he took his place along side his father. He spent years learning about the business, and finding a role in their basement, cleaning and restoring the bodies that came in. When his father passed away, a family friend familiar with the business came to help as his business partner.

This worked out fine, until the zombies came. After the Wendigo over took him, Feebs became even more reclusive than usual. Already having spent his life avoiding contact with others, terrified of relationships, the new change didn't go over well. Regardless, he seemed destined to not be alone forever. Another creature, coming to steal the bodies he had stowed away became an unlikely companion, and, after months upon months of patience, eventual lover.