Character Sheet for Xizil
Personality
Xizil is incredibly shy, often only found in giant piles of leaves that he has carefully hidden himself within. His shy attitude with the living comes from their pension to try and burn him, slay him, or end his undead existence. He realizes that many see him as an abomination, but this was not a life he chose, so he tries to keep his distance and stay quiet. If he finds a friend, he will become clingy, friendly, and almost dog-like in his will to please them.
Likes/Dislikes
He hates the fact that his zombie brain tries to have him eat the flesh of the living. He hates that he's always hungry. He likes forest wildlife. He likes friends and people who are willing to talk to him.
Background/History
About a decade years back, Xizil was bitten during a zombie outbreak, and died scratching at the wounds he received. When he woke up, he heard whispers and voices coming from the darkness all around him. His vision was skewed, and everything was confusing. When the first beings ran from him in terror, he didn't hesitate... he ran the other way as well. During his retreat, he lost his own mind to the control of the disease, and when he woke up, he found a dead deer in his jaws, half devoured.
Overcome with sorrow, he pulled most of his teeth from his mouth. The only ones he left in were his front four, but only to defend himself. With most of his teeth gone, he knew he wouldn't be able to chew or fully masticate anything again. With his teeth pulled, he retreated into the dark for a long time...
It took him many winters of laying around before he could control the whispers to a small degree. It was the mana energy of death trying to take control of him, and command him. While he didn't have to sleep, he would sometimes lose consciousness, and awaken either in the exact same spot, or find that he's been doing things without knowing. Many times did he try to claw himself out of the darkness, but whenever he woke up, he would replace the gravel that was dug away with more.
It was many more winters before he finally got out. He woke up to a youthful voice in the forest, calling out to him as if he were just another animal. In the darkness, all the child could see were his eyes... and he slowly approached. She ran off in tears, just as he expected, but he could no longer find his way back to the cavern he sealed himself inside of.
Now wandering, Xizil does what he can where he can to help preserve life in the forest. Communicating with the animals his own warning of what can come over him.
He has made a few living friends here and there... those who are more curious about him than others. Some have tried to resurrect his body... but it has too long been dead, and the only thing keeping him going is the regeneration of the dark magic.
