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Zombie in PajamasEndearing PKer and friend to zombies everywhere. Enjoys commitment, changing himself, and long walks on the beach at night. Hi. I'm Zombie in Pajamas. You might remember me from such B-movies as "Mrh? Cows and Trenchcoaters at Fort Creedy: A Love Story," "Accomplishing Nothing at Giddings," or "Nichols and Dames." Today I'm here to tell you about the wonders of being a LUEser in Malton. My not-so-illustrious career of Death Culting had humble beginnings. My first siege was LUE's joint assault with the greater hordes of Malton on Caiger Mall. My freshly opened eyes laid witness to the so called Bastion of Human Resistance fall like a house of cards. I was not yet even level 2, but I knew I had found my calling in outing the Paper Tigers of Malton. And I knew on that day I was destined for something great... so far, all I've managed to do is achieve KOS status on the Rogues Gallery. Maybe I'll do something great tomorrow. But maybe not. To the chagrin of many of my adversaries, I am not above many "cheap" tactics others would consider beneath them. I will falsely fly another's group in my profile in order to get revived. I will impart a Headshot upon those who have wronged me should we cross paths at Revive Points. I will often hunt down those who claim bounties on me until I am satisfied that we are even (unless, of course, said bounty hunter is rather charming). And I will broadcast misinformation on the radio in order to protect the interests of my kin. However, should anyone be so kind (or naive) as to revive me, heal me, or leave me a friendly word, I will not do them any harm. Just as I am content to hold a grudge, I also do not soon forget kindness. As I have traversed Malton, razing malls with LUE and The Second Big Bash, I've accomplished a good deal and have begun to build a reputation for myself. I sharpened my claws on Tarumigan Gistarai at Ackland Mall, and watched him get away in typical Taru fashion. I've shot at high profile targets such as Sexy Rexy Grossman and Lord Wolfgar and managed to make it more than five feet away before their many friends made me regret that decision. I've PKed beside the Gore Corps, ?risen alongside the Minions of the Apocalypse, and have even stolen a bag of Cheesy Poofs from Elbert Gray and Target Zombie of Tikhon Medical. When they figure that out, they are going to be so pissed. I've made friends, made even more enemies, and have learned to both love and hate banks. But that's a story for another day. What am I up to now? Nothing special. There is work to be done in Malton, and you can find me wherever there is Barhah to be spread. While my preferred weapons are a rapier wit and silver tongue, I would be lying if I said my aim wasn't impeccable. One way or another, dead or alive, I'm going to build something that lasts. Some may say such a statement is brash. But I assure you, my words are nothing, if not Mostly Harmless.
Dusk RawlingWell-dressed, well-read, and well-spoken but generally keeps to himself. Dusk Rawling is an aspiring Bounty Hunter who typically only goes after big (or particularly mouthy) game. He is not so virtuous to never harm the "innocent", however, and is known to assault those who have slighted him regardless of any repercussions. Dusk dons a blood-marred fedora and clerical collar, and is often seen with 'holy scriptures' in tow, though it is rumored the grimoire he carries is wholly unholy. He does not consider his fellow bounty hunters allies, tending to affectionately refer to them as "obstacles." His list of friends is short, and his temper is even shorter. JarkendelJarkendel is a Revive Technician, manning the various Revive Points surrounding Hellyer NT. Though the earliest memories he can recall since the outbreak were of the zombie persuasion, Jarkendel has long since shrugged off his lust for blood and began advocating the survivor cause. Jarkendel, however, still has a twinge of evil in his eyes. He will help out anyone regardless of their crimes in these terrible times. Though he does not bloody his own hands, he will often sow the seeds of chaos, reviving zombies in the heat of battle. Despite these flaws, he is very protective of Hellyer and those who help operate it, often throwing caution to the wind to help protect it. Recently, however, he has taken it upon himself to travel to various NecroTech facilities around Malton. After a short tour of the northeast, he has since returned to Hellyer. RavenovaI also play a zombie belonging to the Monroeville Resistance Front. He was among the first zombies to roam the unforgiving streets of the city, and lasted longer than most of his kind when cerebral damage was no longer shrugged off. His claws have eviscerated a good many people with his horde, and now that he is again standing, he hungers. So far, sixty-five have fallen by his claws and teeth; eleven were zombie hunters. I'll be posting the profiles of those who fall at my hand starting in July. Until I inevitably forget, like last time. Ravenova's Conquests
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