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Username: Katze Allemon-Schatten
Real Name: Gerrit Schwarz
False Name: Egon Isa Schreck "Isa" (pronounced: Eezah)
Age: Died at 23 (50 years ago)
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Bright green-brown
Hair Color: oblivion black
Hair Length: Undercut, so the left side comes just past his jawline while the right is mostly buzzed off
Height: 6’3"
Weight: 121 lbs.
Scars/Tattoos: He used to have many tattoos, but since his recent reincorporation he has been reduced to a single tattoo: a sun-like compass tattooed on the right side of his neck. As for scars, he has a tiny one towards the front of his inner thigh, rather high up: this was caused by the bullet which killed him.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Ethnicity: German
Weapon(s): Not really
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Species: Formerly human, currently a lich
Abilities:
> Undead Physiology: Isa no longer has a beating heart or breathes, no longer consumes sustenance, and no longer requires sleep.
> Phylactery: Isa has a phylactery, a magical item with spells that prevent scrying and detection, which houses his soul. Should his physical body be destroyed, he will respawn wherever his phylactery is located in about a week. Should the phylactery be destroyed, he automatically dies.
> Reduced Aging: or rather, Reduced Decomposition. Isa decomposes at a much slower rate than a normal corpse. At fifty years dead, he still looks just as fresh as the day he died. The only real difference is that the formaldehyde does not smell as strongly. In another four hundred years or so, he will have a more mummified look, and after being dead over two thousand years, he will have skeletized though be completely functional.
> Natural Healing: Isa heals from all wounds gradually over time without medical intervention. So for instance, if someone shoots him in the arm (first off, no blood, so he doesn’t have to worry about bleeding out), his body will begin to patch up the hole on its own, and within a few hours the hole would have healed perfectly. Magical healing harms him, and medicines which promote cell growth or work with living functions are useless. Stitching him up and necromantic capabilities can help him recover more quickly.
> Speak with the Dead: Isa can speak with any sort of dead or undead so long as they exist (ie he can't just walk up to any old corpse and start talking with it unless it is an animated skeleton or zombie, or its ghost is floating around). Language barrier may still be an issue (he would have to get a translator to work with a ghost who only knows Korean, for instance) and the (un)dead may refuse to speak with him (rarely).
> Emi Sense: like a sixth sense, Isa knows when Emi is in trouble (or when she thinks she is in trouble) or when she is experiencing a super strong mood. Further, he knows what direction she is in and will not rest until he finds her.
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Personality: Isa has a few personality modes with varying frequencies of observation. Around Emi, he is sweet and gentle, rather cheerful yet calm, and could almost be described as motherly. If he finds a bit of tail he is after, he becomes supremely confident, inviting, and rather suave. If you mess with his baby Emi, you will find either blinding rage or chilling cold sadism. On rare occasion, he experiences darker moods, moments of bitter nostalgia and regret that leave him quite dower and lethargic. But most of the time, he presents as a confident blank canvas, able to adopt moods as needed.
Bio: POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE BE ADVISED BEFORE READING.
Gerrit, as he was known at the time, was born in 1946 to a German war veteran and a nurse from the south of Austria. They had a fairly normal life all things said, living in the Soviet sector of Germany. In time there family would expand and Gerrit became the protective older brother of his little sister and baby brother. Even as a child, he could feel the tension at the checkpoints, knew of people who had fled to the other side during the night, but he couldn't really understand why just yet, it was merely a fact of life that he paid little attention to. That all changed when he was fourteen. He met his school's troublemaker: a rebellious girl named Lena who refused to become one of the People, and used rock music as a constant rebellion. Even though she was bad news, he couldn't help but fall for her dynamic personality, and, well, rather appealing physique. He would sneak across the border with Lena to pick up "contraband" (records, comics, most any form of media they could get their hands on), and he even learned to play the guitar to impress her. He was oblivious to most of the trouble he was getting in to, all he had eyes for was Lena. He proposed to her when they were eighteen, but she told him to save it for when they and their homeland was free.
Fast forward to 1969. Work begins on the Wall, and protests hit a fever pitch. Lena is pregnant with their first child, but even that does not keep her from joining the protests. Gerrit is always there to protect her, but there is only so much he can do. One night, a group of them rush the wall, only to be met with machine gun fire. Gerrit was hit in the femoral artery, and as Lena bent down to help him, she was shot, dying instantly. Most of the protestors were killed, those who survived were arrested and never seen again. He was among those counted dead, yet...he was quite conscious and aware as he entered the realms of death. He pleaded his case to Death, explaining how he had a girlfriend and a child on the way. He couldn't die now, he had so much to live for. Thinking back on any stories he had heard, he recalled Orpheus, the man who had been permitted to enter the Underworld and retrieve his love. So he made a deal: if he could play a song that moved Death, then he would be permitted to return once more to the land of the living. The deal was struck, and for a moment Gerrit had no clue what he was going to play. Then finally, his fingers seemed to move on their own, and he was playing a melody he had never heard before. Though Death's expression never changed, as soon as Gerrit was done, he nodded, and next thing Gerrit knew, he was surrounded by darkness in what felt like a tiny box. He clawed his way out of the darkness and box, only to find that he was in a cemetery, with Death standing nearby. Once Gerrit was fully emerged, Death handed him Lena's locket, and a voice in his head said YOU ARE AMONG THE UNDEAD NOW. I COULD NOT BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE, I AM SORRY. THIS IS THE BEST I CAN DO. YOU ARE A LICH, AN UNDYING INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS LOCKED AWAY HIS SOUL SO THAT HE MAY NEVER DIE. Gerrit took the locket, confused, and asked where Lena was. Death merely pointed to another gravestone with her name upon it, and a mention of the unborn child. His whole reason for living had been taken away from him, and now he knew not what to do. Death bid him farewell and sent him on his way.
He wandered aimlessly for a year, but still his misery haunted him. Finally, he knew he would not get over the loss, so he sought to test whether or not Death had been right. He hid the locket in a house near the Wall, then brazenly walked towards it, not bothering to hide or defend himself. It took almost forty shots before he was taken down. Once more he drifted back to the realm of the dead. Death was standing there waiting for him. Death took a step to the side, and there stood Lena, now translucent yet still beautiful. It took her a moment to remember him, but once she did, she seemed rather dispassionate, stating simply that it was foolish of him to join her. She no longer felt anything, though she knew she had once loved him greatly, for she still felt something for him. She told him that love, joy, and all other positive emotions were a gift only the living could enjoy, so he shouldn't try to come down to see her anymore. Should he ever permanently die, she would be there. Then they could be together. The interaction felt like it only took a few minutes, but when he reappeared in the house by the Wall, a week had passed. Feeling thoroughly lost, he continued to wander aimlessly.
With time, and as his emotions began to weaken, he started actually exploring and enjoying himself as she had suggested. About fifteen years ago, he was in Japan. No real plans, just wandering, when he found an adorable little girl with pale pink hair and deep crimson eyes. Despite his appearance, she was so kind and affectionate to him. Her father quickly guided her away, but before she left, he managed to catch her name: Ishi Emi. Every year afterwards, he would return to the spot where he met her and seek her out. He knew it probably sounded creepy, but he was losing his emotions, becoming more and more numb as the years passed, yet this tiny little girl had brought a just a touch of happiness into his life. He soon found out she quite loved sweets, so every year he was sure to bring her a present. They became dear friends, and for her fifteenth birthday, he gave her the locket, his phylactery, telling her it was something very precious to him so she should take good care of it, but he wanted her to have it.
About four years ago, he decided to settle for a little while in Soleil. No real reason, just a place to store his things. During one of his visits with Emi, he found out she was planning on moving out. He knew she would be nervous, so he offered to let her be his roommate. It would give her more freedom, but she at least had a friend who cared deeply for her nearby. How much freedom she has while living with him is debatable, but things have worked out thus far.
Fast forward to 1969. Work begins on the Wall, and protests hit a fever pitch. Lena is pregnant with their first child, but even that does not keep her from joining the protests. Gerrit is always there to protect her, but there is only so much he can do. One night, a group of them rush the wall, only to be met with machine gun fire. Gerrit was hit in the femoral artery, and as Lena bent down to help him, she was shot, dying instantly. Most of the protestors were killed, those who survived were arrested and never seen again. He was among those counted dead, yet...he was quite conscious and aware as he entered the realms of death. He pleaded his case to Death, explaining how he had a girlfriend and a child on the way. He couldn't die now, he had so much to live for. Thinking back on any stories he had heard, he recalled Orpheus, the man who had been permitted to enter the Underworld and retrieve his love. So he made a deal: if he could play a song that moved Death, then he would be permitted to return once more to the land of the living. The deal was struck, and for a moment Gerrit had no clue what he was going to play. Then finally, his fingers seemed to move on their own, and he was playing a melody he had never heard before. Though Death's expression never changed, as soon as Gerrit was done, he nodded, and next thing Gerrit knew, he was surrounded by darkness in what felt like a tiny box. He clawed his way out of the darkness and box, only to find that he was in a cemetery, with Death standing nearby. Once Gerrit was fully emerged, Death handed him Lena's locket, and a voice in his head said YOU ARE AMONG THE UNDEAD NOW. I COULD NOT BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE, I AM SORRY. THIS IS THE BEST I CAN DO. YOU ARE A LICH, AN UNDYING INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS LOCKED AWAY HIS SOUL SO THAT HE MAY NEVER DIE. Gerrit took the locket, confused, and asked where Lena was. Death merely pointed to another gravestone with her name upon it, and a mention of the unborn child. His whole reason for living had been taken away from him, and now he knew not what to do. Death bid him farewell and sent him on his way.
He wandered aimlessly for a year, but still his misery haunted him. Finally, he knew he would not get over the loss, so he sought to test whether or not Death had been right. He hid the locket in a house near the Wall, then brazenly walked towards it, not bothering to hide or defend himself. It took almost forty shots before he was taken down. Once more he drifted back to the realm of the dead. Death was standing there waiting for him. Death took a step to the side, and there stood Lena, now translucent yet still beautiful. It took her a moment to remember him, but once she did, she seemed rather dispassionate, stating simply that it was foolish of him to join her. She no longer felt anything, though she knew she had once loved him greatly, for she still felt something for him. She told him that love, joy, and all other positive emotions were a gift only the living could enjoy, so he shouldn't try to come down to see her anymore. Should he ever permanently die, she would be there. Then they could be together. The interaction felt like it only took a few minutes, but when he reappeared in the house by the Wall, a week had passed. Feeling thoroughly lost, he continued to wander aimlessly.
With time, and as his emotions began to weaken, he started actually exploring and enjoying himself as she had suggested. About fifteen years ago, he was in Japan. No real plans, just wandering, when he found an adorable little girl with pale pink hair and deep crimson eyes. Despite his appearance, she was so kind and affectionate to him. Her father quickly guided her away, but before she left, he managed to catch her name: Ishi Emi. Every year afterwards, he would return to the spot where he met her and seek her out. He knew it probably sounded creepy, but he was losing his emotions, becoming more and more numb as the years passed, yet this tiny little girl had brought a just a touch of happiness into his life. He soon found out she quite loved sweets, so every year he was sure to bring her a present. They became dear friends, and for her fifteenth birthday, he gave her the locket, his phylactery, telling her it was something very precious to him so she should take good care of it, but he wanted her to have it.
About four years ago, he decided to settle for a little while in Soleil. No real reason, just a place to store his things. During one of his visits with Emi, he found out she was planning on moving out. He knew she would be nervous, so he offered to let her be his roommate. It would give her more freedom, but she at least had a friend who cared deeply for her nearby. How much freedom she has while living with him is debatable, but things have worked out thus far.
Likes:
○ Metal Music
○ His Baby Girl Emi
○ Debauchery
○ Shocking People
Dislikes:
● Stagnation
● Numbness
● Militarism
● Ignorance
Skills:
➢ Amazing Guitarist and Vocalist
➢ Excellent Bartender
➢ Let’s Just Say He Never Fails to Satisfy
➢ Ace with a Needle Gun
Body Type: Lithe
Health: Ignoring the fact that he is undead, perfectly hale and hearty.
Strengths:
≥ Practical
≥ Open-Minded
≥ Artistic
≥ Loyal
Weakness:
≤ Decided Lack of Empathy
≤ Overprotective of his Baby Emi
≤ Animals don't like him
≤ Fear of Losing All Emotion
What you look for in a partner:
♡ Must be approved by Emi
♡ Someone who makes him feel
♡ Someone who loves music
♡ Someone who doesn't try to contain or mold him
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Theme Song: "De(ad)generation" by End of Green, "Afterlife" by Lord of the Lost
Extra: He has a small box of things that were important to him in life, so important they still carry weight even now. The box is locked and kept safely tucked away. Not even Emi has seen the contents. Also, his phylactery is a small silver heart-shaped locket on a silver chain. Inside the locket is a black and white photo of Isa and Lena. Their initials are inscribed on the back. He gave it to Emi a long time ago, telling her it was very dear to him and she should be very careful with it.
Housing District: 1202 Pasadena Housing District
Occupation: Neon Lights Bartender
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