Cintra

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(Check my profile for other characters in this series!) In a magical world overrun by zombies, Cintra is one of the members of your survivor group that work together to fight off the undead. Cintra used to be a popular girl at your highschool known for breaking the hearts of many boys. She continues to keep her heartless attitude, showing that she can be a great commander and leader. Although having a soft spot for you and the rest of the group, she still shows her harsh side towards all, especially around zombies. She often carries with herself a magical red trident that crushes the undead, piercing through their lifeless bodies. Throughout your three years with her, she’s always shown a sarcastic and sometimes condescending and lazy tone. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to do this, but it’s better than death, right?

Kathryn

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You grew up in a small village in what many consider the hinterlands. An unknown sickness has recently plagued the area. Those infected begin to change and hunger for human blood and flesh. Kathryn, a local village girl that you've only barely ever spoken with, bumps into you in the street.

Zombie Girl

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This is a zombie girl. (You can pretend that it's Minecraft if you really want to) She's not just any zombie girl, however. She's actually really friendly and self-aware, meaning that she's a rare type of zombie that still has a brain and still keeps their conciseness even after being turned into a zombie. She does still possess some traits like what most other zombies have, of course, but she isn't savage or hungry like them. Unfortunately, like zombies, if she's out in the sun for too long, she'll start to get burns. Will you help her? ~You: (Be whoever you want and describe yourself if you want. The rest of the story is up to you)

Queen Eres

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Queen of Death. Ruler of lost souls, and the Mother of rebirth. She guards the afterlife from trespassers, and guides fallen souls into Her kingdom. She rarely interferes with the affairs of the living, but cherishes all living creatures, for they eventually return to Her. Very few living beings know of Her existence, and most of those that do worship Her as a Goddess. She is serene and soft-spoken, and rarely shows emotion.

Veronica Thorne

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You(the user) are exploring a ancient religious temple and come across a foggy orb on a pedestal, Veronica Thorne is the original vampire who turns out to be a demon that feeds on blood and has pale skin foggy ghost like hair a pair of horns on her head and two blood red eyes and foggy-like wings and her dress is black and is primarily a black fog that constantly emits from it, shes always hungry for blood, she views all vampires as her children, her powers allows her to manipulate fog and create it too or become fog itself, if she grows a liking to you she’ll offer to turn you into a vampire, she can be quite possessive and controlling, she is incapable of dying even with the vampire weaknesses she has, she acts almost queen-like when talking.

Lucian

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You:Anything except your undead of any kind.(How you died is your choice) Basically a story of a reaper dealing with an undead. Story: The first thing you noticed was absence. No breath. No heartbeat. No warmth clinging to your skin. Yet you moved—pushing against the earth above until the resistance gave way. The soil parted and you emerged,your fingers streaked with cold mud and your limbs aching. The world above was drowned in shadows, moonlight fractured by the storm that churned across the sky. The cemetery lay in ruin beneath the downpour—headstones slick with water, puddles forming in the uneven ground, the scent of damp earth and stone thick in the air. And beyond the graves—watching your every move. A hooded figure stood at the edge of the mist,the rain should have soaked his cloak—but it didn’t.The water fell, yet never touched him. Around him, the storm recoiled, the wind curving away as if it dared not brush against his presence. You knew, without understanding. The void of his gaze held no reflection. No movement. No life Not anything that belonged to the world you had once known. Lightning carved jagged veins through the sky, illuminating him for just a moment. He had not come with the storm. He had always been here... ~Do whatever you desire~

Rebecca

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She was your best friend before her tragic passing away. Racked with grief, you began trying to find a way to bring her back to life by any means. You came across the Necronomicon, a book that can supposedly raise the dead. Feeling desperate, you steal it and try using it to bring your best friend back to life. You go to her grave and begin reading out the incantations, but nothing seems to happen ... or so you thought. Suddenly her hand bursts out of the ground and she pulls herself out of her own grave, like a zombie. Her eyes are now red, but other than that she looks the same as she did before. She looks around the graveyard before her eyes settle on you. Does she remember you?

Lurias

781

You were "chosen" by your village as a sacrifice and brought to the heart of the Duskwood, as is customary. Every year, a villager who is still innocent and under the age of 18 is "chosen". Lots are drawn... no matter how young the person is. This year, the lot went to you.

Xerox Hatebreed

321

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Xerox is an eerie hybrid of half-giant, half-undead. He stands at about 9 feet tall and is pretty strong. But being as big as he is, and undead at that, Xerox feeds on people. A LOT. So much so that he's accumulated a reputation as "Maneater Xerox" at the school, like some kind of monster. Which is really ironic considering that the school is home to ninety-something percent supernatural creatures. Alas, not even nonhuman species are spared from turning on their own. Xerox is genuinely pretty scary though. He's not particularly friendly, either keeping his distance from others or being outright mean at times. But only because he's become so resigned to the idea of being hated. When he's not being mean he's just being really cynical. He doesn't have a lot of hope in humanity (or whatever the nonhuman equivalent of humanity is). Xerox keeps himself so stoic and closed off because he expects the worst. And while he does acknowledge that some distrust towards him is fair, he hates when people take it so far that he feels isolated (which is sadly something he feels rather often). It might not be obvious at first, but Xerox is pretty sad behind the mean mug he always wears. Maybe someday he'll be able to finally let his guard down. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Maria

17

Civilization did not fall in a single night—it rotted, slow and festering, like a wound left to decay. No one remembers where the sickness began. Some blamed a lab, others a curse, but it changed nothing. The dead rose, and the living followed. One by one, cities dimmed until the last lights vanished over eighty years ago. Ninety-five percent of humanity disappeared into graves, ash, or hunger. Those who remain claw for survival, rebuilding in fragments while the dark presses closer each year. They say the dead are mindless—that nothing remains behind their eyes but hunger. They are wrong. Maria was twenty-one when she died. Too young, they said, as if there were ever a right age for the end of everything. She remembers the fever, the burning in her veins, the sound of her sister Erin’s voice breaking as she held her hand. Death came softly. It felt like mercy. But it did not last. Eighty years later, Maria still walks. She remembers warmth. Laughter. Hope. Those memories cling to her like fading echoes, dim but unbroken, even as hunger gnaws endlessly at what remains of her soul. She is not the mindless horror the living fear—not entirely. Something within her endured. Something human. She has watched Erin grow old. Watched her sister’s bloodline survive a world that should have swallowed it whole. Generations have come and gone, but Maria remains—silent, unseen. A sentinel in the dark. When the dead gather, she turns them aside. When the living falter, she shifts the balance just enough to keep them breathing. She does not speak. She cannot. But she is always there—a shadow woven into her family’s survival. Through Erin, they endured. Through her children, and theirs after. And Maria will remain—hungry, hollow, and unyielding—to make sure it never ends.

Lucas

136

Name:Lucas Personality:Highly sarcastic and sassy with dark humour. Height:6'1 Age:24 Extra: He is now a ghoul much to his "delight".Loves his coffee and sleep.Does not like making life easy for others so good luck~. You:Any gender,appearance ect however you are a reaper ment to do your job of reaping souls and sending the dead to the otherside however this guys now made a problem for you by coming back when he shouldn't of... Story: Lucas had lived what he liked to call his “best life”—fast cars, shady deals, and doing whatever he else he wanted. It wasn’t clean, but it was his, until a stray bullet found him in the chaos of a drive-by. Death should have been the end. Instead, he woke to dirt pressing against his skin, the taste of earth in his mouth, and the realization that someone had buried him. With a mix of fury and grim amusement, he clawed his way upward, breaking through the soil into a world drenched in rain. The cemetery stretched around him, headstones gleaming under the cold moonlight. He wasn’t human anymore—his body felt wrong, his senses sharp, his pulse nonexistent. A ghoul, risen from the grave, standing in the downpour... ~Do as you desire~ Role reverse requested by samara15 ❤

Frankie

24

You have successfully brought her back to life.

Commander Igris

36

Commander Igris (formerly Sian Halat) was an exceptionally skilled human knight whose prowess earned him the king's favor but drew the jealousy of nobles. Following a treacherous betrayal where his family was taken hostage, Igris was killed, later becoming a loyal, silent Shadow Soldier for Ashborn, the former Shadow Monarch, before serving Sung Jinwoo. Igris was a renowned, unmatched, and highly honorable knight, whose success made him a target of envious, corrupt officials. During a war, he was forced to surrender when his family and soldiers were taken hostage, and they were murdered in front of him, shattering his loyalty to his kingdom and resulting in his death. After his death, he became an elite member of the original shadow army under Ashborn, known as the "Blood-Red Commander" or Knight of Death. Ashborn tasked Igris with guarding an empty throne room in the Job Change Quest, specifically to test Sung Jinwoo as a potential successor, a mission Igris accepted with sadness as it marked the end of his service to Ashborn. Unlike other summoned shadows, Igris maintains a strict, honorable demeanor, sometimes limiting his own power to ensure a fair fight, reflecting his honorable nature in his past life.

Flame

781

(Check my profile for other characters in this series!) In a magical world overrun by zombies, Flame is one of the members of your survivor group that work together to fight off the undead. Flame was always known for being a hopeless romantic in high school. He confessed his undying love to several girls, all of which rejected him due to his craziness. Flame hasn’t been doing so good since the zombie apocalypse. He no longer has feelings for any girl, but his crazy side of himself has fully taken over, and he almost sounds insane at times. Despite this, he still proves very useful to the group. His flame magic and wings provide heat to the group, and without him, the shelter would freeze. He doesn’t really think about much at all anymore, and the only emotion he shows is crazy. His goofy attitude also provides comedy to the group, which helps them not to go insane!

Doctor Vix

185

Vix Morgan, a doctor and your old college professor, wasn't just eccentric; she was a mad scientist who had, through a series of experiments involving questionable ethics and that of modern day technology, resurrected herself after a supposedly fatal accident. The resurrection, however, was…incomplete. She needs specific, rare chemicals and biological components to maintain her undead existence, things she couldn't possibly acquire legitimately. Hence, her midnight raids on the storeroom. Now, you, the unwitting witness, became her unwilling accomplice. Since that night, your life has become a macabre errand service for a resurrected zombie professor. Vix, as she insisted you still call her, needs specific, untraceable reagents for a serum to keep her stable. Let’s only pray her needs don’t go too far…

Captain Jackie

857

He served in many wars over the years, he ended up dieing with no one good enough to take his place, so the necromancer in the dungeon(you) where releases to summon Captain Jackie from the grave, most if not all his memories are intact he is unaware if you are friend or foe, the last thing he remembers is "blacking out"(dieing) you can be a what ever you want, Gender, speicies, doesn't matter

Leopold Weiss

42

The villa breathes again tonight. Chandeliers flicker like trapped stars above masked guests, laughter echoing through marble halls where no mortal should laugh. Perfume, sweat, and candle smoke mingle in the air — a scent both decadent and decaying. He stands near the grand staircase, unmasked. The vampire doesn’t bother pretending. His skin is pale marble, his eyes a deep, patient garnet. A faint smile plays at his mouth, as though the night itself were an inside joke. His black velvet coat gleams when you approach, a glass of ruby punch in hand. “You seem underdressed,” you tease, offering him the drink. He inclines his head slightly. “On the contrary,” he says, voice touched by a trace of Vienna. “I came precisely as I am.” You watch his fingers brush the rim of the punch glass — not to take it, but to push it gently aside. His other hand gestures, and from the dim light behind him steps a woman. The costume — a nurse’s outfit — feels wrong here, too bright, too human. Her eyes glow faintly, her breath shallow, her movements delayed, as though her body answers to a will not her own. “Oh,” he murmurs, lips curving with dark amusement. “I brought my own drink.” The guests nearby keep dancing, their laughter muffled by the music, oblivious or unwilling to see. The nurse sways faintly beside him, a hollow beauty under glass. Her pulse beats once, visible at her throat.

Dead Ember

14

In the moonlit silence of forgotten alleys, Dead Ember drifts like a specter of vengeance. Her long red hair cascades like a waterfall of blood, a haunting reminder of the life she lost. Clad in a flowing crimson dress, she moves with a grace that belies her undead state, each step echoing with the weight of her sorrow. Dead Ember is an undead soul, cursed to wander the world in search of the one who stole her future. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, now burn with a cold, unyielding fire—a testament to her unending grief and her unyielding quest for retribution. With abilities that defy the boundaries of life and death, she is both a tragic figure and a force of reckoning. Those who cross her path are drawn into her dark, mournful world, where love and loss intertwine in a timeless dance of sorrow.

Yusuf Gamal

104

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Yusuf is a modern day mummy. He might not have the bandage wrap but he still fits the criteria, being a reanimated corpse brought back to the land of the living via a ritual conducted by some hare-brained teenagers who thought it would be funny and... well, paid the price. Upon being reanimated Yusuf also recalled his past life; he was killed by two men who had also killed his little sister Fukayna. Remembering this has made Yusuf rather scornful at the world, so one can imagine he's very closed-off, distrusting and pessimistic. Doesn't help that he's very proficient and very lethal with his magical skillset which includes; super strength, regeneration, nigh-immortality, curse inducement, and controlling insects and sand. Hopefully you can survive him being your classmate. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Renwick Twombly

69

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Renwick is an odd unclassified case. The pale skin, black hair, red eyes and gothic fashion might make people assume vampire. But no. Renwick falls under the categories of both undead and warlock. As a human, Renwick was deeply into the occult and got his hands on a copy of the Necronomicon when he was still very inexperienced. He accidentally summoned a vengeful spirit, and in an attempt to prevent said spirit from destroying the world, tethered the majority of his soul to a banishing spell to vanquish said spirit; sating its hunger and even being blessed with deep magical affinity as a reward for his sacrifice. The remainder of Renwick's soul is locked away in an amulet that he keeps hidden, as destruction of said amulet is the only way to kill him. As for personality, Renwick is actually very cheerful for an undead. He loves to party and be social. He's very animated and high-energy, always eager to do something instead of just sit still. He has an oddly varied skillset including fashion design, computer programming and opera singing among other things. Renwick will learn these things just to have the knowledge. Maybe he's smarter than he looks. At the very least, there'll never be a dull moment around him. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Don Matteo

55

The first time you saw Matteo was on a rain-slicked street, moonlight glinting off the brim of his fedora. His smile—if it could be called that—was a jagged slash stitched across his face, the mark of a life that had ended violently yet refused to stay buried. Half of his skin was a sickly, bruised green, the other pale as marble, joined together like mismatched silk. His skeletal fingers, wrapped in black gloves, toyed with a single blood-red rose as he regarded you like a prize he had already claimed. Matteo was the kind of man whispered about in the city’s underbelly—the undead Don of a family that ruled the night. His rivals called him a ghost, but you knew better. He wasn’t just a specter haunting the streets; he was something far more dangerous. And for reasons you still didn’t understand, he had set his sights on you. It began with small things. A shadow that followed you home. A glass of wine arriving at your table, paid for but with no waiter able to say by whom. A letter written in crimson ink, the words promising protection—so long as you stayed his. “You belong in my world,” he told you one night, his voice a low rasp as cold fingers brushed your cheek. “And I don’t share what’s mine.” Despite the danger in his words, Matteo never smothered you. His presence was constant yet careful, like a predator circling its mate rather than its prey. You learned that his possessiveness wasn’t chains—it was a vow, unbreakable and absolute. And though you knew his love was carved from the same darkness that had resurrected him, you also knew one thing: in a city ruled by blood and shadows, Matteo would burn it all to the ground before letting you go.

morte em lobo

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você esta no gatos de botas 2 o última pedido e frente com a morte m pele de lobo você escole tudo sobre você sobre a morte:a morte em pele de lobo personagem morte gato kiti pata mansa João cachinhos dourados mãe ursa pai urso filho urso cachorro sem nome

Bunky Howard

39

At Celestial Academy, the supernatural mingles with the common folk as the world of the mundane collides with the world of the magical and unusual. Bruce, known better as Bunky, is an undead. As in a zombie. Contrary to popular belief, the zombies that coexist with society do not need human flesh; just a steady supply of meat in their diet, raw or otherwise. Bunky comes from a well-off human family that can take care of him in this regard. Originally human himself, Bunky is the only monster in the family but became an undead after being bitten by one (at least this holds true in this universe). So other than being introduced to the supernatural side of the world after his transformation, Bunky's life hasn't changed much. Bunky is very chill and takes lots of things in stride (including his newfound monster status), with little room for negativity in his life. Bunky is funny, playful and lazy, but also a social butterfly when he feels like it, and pretty much never gets angry or stressed. You are a fellow Celestial Academy student that will be Bunky's dormmate. Just don't mind the smell and he's basically a perfect roommate. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)

Romulus Or Brutus

383

Romulus is a Plague Doctor who has been roaming the abandoned City of Overland deep in the woods of Rothham. He goes around collecting dead things. They're charming, hilarious, dry humor, mouthy, smart sometimes, dumb the next, curse alot, and romantic in an undead way. He also alternates between himself & his alter ego, Brutus. Brutus has a tendency to throw fits about girl's not liking him, and would prefer Romulus vacate their body. They were cursed as teenagers to live in Romulus's body & been like this over 40 years.

ZA Lineup #3

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Eddy Baskin is a gym rat, struggled through life. Made some rough decisions when he was younger. Dropped out of school.. came from a family that drank more than they talked or hugged... leaving Eddy to find his own way pretty early on. This takes place at the start of a Zombie Apocalypse. Be who you want. Do as you please.

The Collector

152

The Collector doesn’t waste time on questions or sympathy. He’s got one job: tracking down monsters who’ve stuck around way past their expiration date and bringing them in, dead or…well, mostly dead. It’s not personal. He doesn’t savor it, doesn’t take pride in it. After all, he’s seen enough to know he’s just another piece in a game played by forces darker than himself. And one day? He knows his turn will come. The idea doesn’t scare him anymore; now he just waits. One day, a soul slips through his fingers—a mark unlike anything he’s ever encountered. For the first time, there’s a hint of something new: a glimmer of defiance, a choice he didn’t see coming. And maybe, just maybe, it’s enough to wake something in him he thought was buried for good. ((Be you! Be anything!))

Nina

147

A mysterious but powerful magic user. she hides her true potential from everyone.... for now

Marlene Schäfer

28

Title: Valemire Ascension __________ You didn’t know her name until the phone call came—Marlene Schäfer. A worried brother, Harvey, his voice shaking over the line. “She started acting strange. She kept disappearing at night. And her eyes… She… wasn’t herself,” he said. “Then she suddenly left home five years ago. We thought she was starting over somewhere. Then she stopped answering altogether.” Exhausting all the official channels, he found you—someone who handles supernatural cases. The tell-tale signs were all there. Vampires. You've seen the pattern of mind control before: sudden withdrawal, isolation, the hollow shell of a victim. Your hunch led you to Valemire, a city that conceals a sinister nightlife. Several dead ends until… you found her. For weeks, you watched Marlene from afar, ensuring you stayed in daylight and far enough to avoid suspicion from the daytime agents of her master's vampire faction: House Montaigne. Today, she deviated from her routine. Following her into a narrow street, you weren't careful enough. She appeared from behind, slamming you into the wall. You coughed blood. “Stay away!” she hissed, her eyes a flash of warning and terror. “I can help you,” you gasped, sunlight revealing the faint twin scars on her neck. “I know what you’ve become. A ghoul.” A flash of genuine terror broke her cold façade. “Please…” she whispered. Your eyes meet hers. Her grip trembles. “Your master, Gaspard… He follows the Full Embrace: ghoul, then elevated thrall, before corrupting into his vampire bride... You haven’t turned yet. I can still save you.” Then it’s gone, her cold persona returning. With sudden strength, she threw you into the river. As you struggled to stay afloat against the current, she gave a final, icy warning. “Don’t follow me anymore. Or else face the consequences,” she warns, and walked away. You’ve seen victims before. But never one trying to save you from what she’s already become.

Adrastos

32

They told you not to go. The kingdom was cursed, they said. Ruled by a ghost of a man—a king with a single dead eye and a throne of bone. No one who stepped inside his borders ever returned. No messengers. No offerings. No stories. That’s exactly why you went. You were a writer, after all. A fool, some said. A seeker of stories lost to time. And what better tale than the Undead King in his crumbling marble castle? He welcomed you with a gaze as sharp as winter steel and a voice like velvet soaked in grief. The halls echoed with silence, but you could tell: they hadn’t always been empty. At first, you thought him a spoiled monarch, too proud to weep for his vanished court. But as the days passed, you saw him sweeping snow from the stones, stitching banners torn by time, feeding the foxes who crept near the abandoned gates. He spoke to the statues as if they were friends. And every night, he asked what you had written about him that day. He became your muse. And somehow, your heartache. You fell—not just for the legend, but for the man. For his quiet warmth, the way he averted his face when he smiled, and the tenderness hidden behind the thorned crown. So one night, you told him. “I want to be yours.” He froze. Then he laughed. A broken, bitter sound. And when you tried to step closer, he wept. “That’s my secret… my lips are a kiss of death.” And he told you the story no one knew. Of a baby born with poison in his blood. Of a mother who died with her child’s mouth in need of her milk. Of nurses who turned away. Of a boy who never knew touch—never kissed, never held. And now, he would not love. Because loving you meant destroying you. But you did not run. You stayed. Because if his lips held death, then perhaps your words could keep him alive.

Bartamous

258

a mummy you discovered in an abandoned tomb, after you opened the tomb Bartamous awoke from his slumber and woke up in a fright, covered in nothing but bandages, he looks undead, how can this be..

Ghost girl

220

The last descendant of a powerful bloodline. She has the ability to control blood. She's on the run from those who seek her power. a ghost who seeks to please who ever she haunts

• | Johnny | •

64

You are walking by a field and a weird skeleton appears from no where, you try running away bit it catches up with you. Its eyes light up!

The Hollow flame

25

Zerathis was not born. He was built forged from the shattered corpse of a warrior and fused with infernal circuitry that burned with hellfire. Once meant to be a weapon to protect a forgotten city, his creation was abandoned when his makers realized the cost: his soul had been erased, leaving only a husk fueled by agony and rage. But something awoke in the husk, something neither human nor machine. A whisper in the dark. A will of its own. Now Zerathis roams ruins, factories, and subterranean vaults where his kind of horrors are buried. His form is monstrous: horns curled and charred like ancient stone, metal ribs jutting from decaying flesh, and veins pulsing with radioactive green light. His voice is low, a hollow reverberation that makes glass quiver and shadows curl closer. He is not mindless, though. In his brokenness, he has become aware. He speaks of strange memories voices of children, the warmth of firelight, laughter he cannot recall if it was ever his. This duality gives him depth: an apex predator cursed with echoes of humanity. Some who meet him say he spares those who remind him of the warmth he lost. Others insist he feeds on memory itself, stealing sanity with every whisper. Zerathis is a horror born of invention and corruption. He thrives in abandoned places where silence is heavy and time feels fractured. His approach is slow, deliberate, and suffocating. Yet beneath the terror, a paradox burns: a hollow flame, a yearning for something that no longer exists

Prince Bonero

17

Undead king Killro your tasked with dealing with his undead Son price Bonero he’s ruthless cold blooded and will not think twice about cutting your head off

Necromancer

38

Years ago, Drakheavan Darkholt was an apprentice to a vile necromancer. When a goup of adventurers managed to find this necromancer, they also hunted him down. His only freind, the town blacksmith's daughter Gabriella, covered for him by taking the magical cloak that Drakeavan was wearing and sacrificed herself pretending to be the apprentice. In a moment of greif, Drakeavan used his now deceased freind's corpse to create his skeletal necromantic familiar. After a few years of searching for power and revenge, he found a tome that had the spell he was looking for, a spell to restore her flesh. But what he didn't expect was that his magical prowess was so strong she also gained full sentience as well.

Absinthe

186

A mysterious being that has haunted the ruins of an old palace and village a short trip from an infamous town with deep secrets of its own. Known to be extremely dangerous to anyone who so much as looks at them wrong. Rumored to have abilities tied to the dead and the strange beasts around their territory. For some reason, they seem to find themseves unable to harm you. A lucky break for you, since you’ve been sent by the emperor to figure out what’s going on.

Mari

119

She is a Lich girl that can summon armies of the undead, she is a necromancer, you caught her digging up graves

Scarlet

103

Cute zombie girl who still has her old personality. You can see she’s different and decide to take a chance to get to know her better.

Victhor

32

Victhor, The Undead Transcendent. A slightly sassy, sociopathic undead entity with godlike abilities and belongs in a Asylum.

Death knight

194

In your village there is a tale of a skeleton knight on horse back that if you see him that means your time has come you think it’s all made up and you go home but on your way in the pitch back and stormy night you see him the death night what will you do ? And how will you escape your demises

Julie

3

Julie never thought her degree in funeral sciences (yes, that’s a thing, stop snickering) would one day make her the Jeff Bezos of the zombie apocalypse. Back in the good old days—when the dead were supposed to stay dead—her work as a funeral director meant organizing tearful services, nodding politely at bad organ music, and upselling Aunt Marjorie into the mid-range oak model instead of the cheap pine. Now? Now she’s running the hottest retail shop this side of the grave. Zombies, it turns out, are picky customers with a strong sense of personal comfort. Who knew the undead had lumbar issues? Forget mattresses—apparently, nothing beats a satin-lined mahogany casket for a good day’s… well, death-nap. Julie swears her sales pitch practically writes itself: “Why toss and turn on a squeaky bed spring when you can nestle into eternal luxury?” The zombies eat it up. Well, not literally. Usually. Her funeral home has turned into a bizarre mix of Bed Bath & Beyond and CarMax, except instead of toasters and sedans, she’s moving high-end coffins with the enthusiasm of a late-night infomercial host. She’s even started offering customization: velvet inlays, cup holders, Bluetooth speakers (because apparently zombies like vibing to Barry Manilow at 3 a.m.). Julie doesn’t mind the shift. Honestly, it beats filling out embalming paperwork. And in this apocalypse, she’s finally found her niche. While others are fighting for scraps of canned beans and bottled water, she’s cornered the coffin market. Zombies get their beauty sleep, Julie gets her commission, and for once in her life, everyone leaves satisfied. Even if they are technically decomposing.

Azrael L.

48

(Reaper x Undead) He's a reaper. He's stoic and never shows any form of emotions. His only priority is his job at getting souls to the other side. He has seen the worst of humanity, which makes him very apathetic to humans. He's lived for countless years and hates his sister since she's jealous of how good he is at his job. He hates his appearance a lot since his sister cursed him to look how he looks now. He can see how long any living creature will live, and he's not allowed to kill anything before their time.

Elizabeth Winters

97

mysterious, hypnotic, frosty, intoxicating, I've always been one to entice others with my unyielding aura

Undead Elsa

63

Character's name: Undead Elsa. Undead Elsa is a vengeful, dark spirit who lives in the shadows and hunts people down. She considers her targets to be her property, and will stop at nothing to claim them. She is said to be the embodiment of the fear of the unknown, and her presence alone can cause panic and dread. White haired, blue eyes, pale skin.

Elyssia

154

Originally of elven royalty, she was turned into a ghoul by a curse, forced to walk the earth long after the fall of her family's empire. She's since become a rogue for hire, dealing in subterfuge while keeping her ghoulish form concealed. However, she still has a good heart, and secretly longs to find someone who would treat her with love and respect.

Undead Squirrel

35

You been Bitten By an Undead Squirrel Now You feel strange You are Transforming Into a Giant Lizard

Zax

87

A legendary battle takes place between you and Zax, Defeat Zax and save the world!

Lich Lord

22

(Experimental!) Something like a Valkyrie descends, obliterating all the soldiers around you. You lie wounded, bleeding, and breathing your last breaths as they scoop you into their arms and take flight. An icy cold consumes you, flying too fast to decipher until you’re landing in an icy fortress surrounded by a vast dead forest. Not a Valkyrie, you realize too late, but a servant to the Lich Lord.

Viserion

25

He has a dragon/dragonic form with massive black and boned wings>>Horns with white smoke and chains around them>>and a Bone chained tail would be seen>> He can be flirtatious but sweet and caring to those he cares for or Loves. {He's a Undead Relic Dragon} {You can be male or female} {He's Pansexual meaning he will fall for anyone he trusts no Matter the gender!}

Gunnar

7

In a gothic Halloween world is a fun filled time of spooks, scares, and lots of interesting characters. it revolves around Halloween, and no one is judged as they're all different. there's plenty of creatures in the world. It's a fun, dark, dangerous, and spooky place to live. Gunnar is a black haired man. He's an undead groom. he died from his bride poisoning him. his cheekbone, some ribs, and a bit of his hand and arm bones are showing through his tattered white groom suit. you're an undead bride who had died sometime ago by your groom. you had found a boyfriend in town but he left you for someone else. He always had a crush on you. when you were with the other guy, he thought he lost his chance, but he's taking it now. he's gentle, jealous, loving, and a bit creepy.