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Lemmy

I'm Alive

xxxxxxI paid Charon in full

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And drank the poison
Holding in the light
Running from the night
A pale horse will come
Under a hail storm
To carry me away
But I just wanna stay

xxxThe only thing I'm wondering is where I'll go when I'm between the shores

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（Name）
"Lemmy" Miller

（Age）
34
127

（Gender）
Agender

（Species）
Human
Undead

（Pronouns）
Any

（Sexuality）
Unsure

（Location）
Hollow Peak, CA

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If you break a person down, are they really anything more than just a skeleton inside a suit of flesh? No? Too morbid? Not philosophical enough for you? Well, that's okay. Lemmy doesn't seem to mind the description, anyway. It's fitting for him, and far more accurate in a literal sense than most people know, unless of course they take the chance to get to know him.

Starting un-life (or re-life, or whatever sort of term you want to give it) as a particular necromancer's experiment on a quest for familial connection was certainly better than what it could have been, in all fairness. I'm certain you've heard at least one story of a necromancer bent on raising the dead for some evil, nefarious purposes. Maybe to overthrow a town? Maybe to make an army of creatures created to do whatever malicious bidding its master commands of it? Maybe just to cause pure chaos just for shits and giggles?

Well, this isn't one of those stories.

Being an integral part of Devin's family was what Lemmy was raised as. Literally. (Get it? 'Raised'? Like as in, 'grown up as' but also as in 'necromancy'? You know, the more I have to spell these things out for you the less funny they're going to be.) Over the years they spent together since Lemmy's first 'birthday', Devin tried her best to teach Lemmy all there is to know about being alive (at least as far as an occasionally undead necromancer can, anyway). But there comes a time in every mother's life when their socially-awkward, undead skeleton children must leave the nest. There's truly only so much one can teach them, and every good necromancer worth their weight in salt knows that nothing provides the kind of experience they need like traveling on their own and making their way in the world.

With nothing more than a flesh suit fashioned from Devin's zombified discards, an acoustic guitar and case for stashing said flesh suit in occasionally, a cellphone, and a journal, Lemmy made his way up the Golden coast to settle in gloomy Hollow Peak, California. His drive to discover exactly what it means to be alive pushes him forward and keeps him curious enough to meet those in his cozy little Pacific community. Just don't be weirded out by the unblinking guy chugging a scalding hot cup of coffee in one go, alright? He's trying!

Cut me open and pull me apart

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（Skin）
Pale

（Hair）
Black

（Eyes）
Varies*

（Scars）
Bisection from chin

（Tattoos）
None

（Piercings）
None

（Height）
6'2

（Build）
Skeletal

（Posture）
Stiff

（Voice）
Tenor

（Speech）
Monotone

（Demeanor）
Calm

A hollow chest instead of a heart

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Skin

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Meatsuit

Lemmy's flesh is truly nothing more than what clothes are to your everyday human. The suit exists as the culmination of discarded zombified flesh, held together entirely by magic, thanks to the help of an entirely disgruntled and retired wizard. It opens and closes much in the same way two opposite magnets react when brought in proximity, and is bisected laterally starting at the underside of Lemmy's chin all the way down to his hips. This bisection appears as one nasty long scar to anyone that can handle staring at him long enough to notice. The suit opens much like that of a kigurumi, and seals itself back up again when the two sides of the bisection are brought together. If you're not picturing this skeleton busting out of his flesh vessel like a grotesque Superman by now then you really ought to be.

The suit has an outer layer of skin, a thin layer of fat for definition, and some essential cartilage, but it lacks muscles, nerves, organs, and compartmentalized cavities. Due to the lack of standard bodily necessities Lemmy is unable to feel pain, doesn't bleed, gains no nourishment from eating or drinking (it actually just falls right through from his mouth to his feet and is a process to clean out later), and any facial expressions are made entirely via the magic that holds him together pushing on different parts of the face. The magic not only provides Lemmy with mobility and facial expressions, it also controls the movement of his eyes as well as forms itself in such a way that promotes the movement of air throughout his bones. With the flow of air as well as the ability to shape itself similar to that of larynx, Lemmy is not only able to speak (albeit in a very monotone manner) he is also able to mimic breath, though he lacks the necessity of the act itself. As his eyes are not functional in the way a living person's eyes do, they do not require lubrication, and because of this Lemmy very rarely blinks at all. The only time he ever really blinks is if someone points out the fact that he doesn't, as he often forgets this is standard Living-Being behavior.

Oh. Before you ask (you lewd, perverse person), the suit lacks genitalia. Please don't ask him what's in his pants. It will just confuse the poor guy and he'll start trying to take things out of his pockets.

Eyes

Lemmy's eyes are held in the suit by a small nub of flesh which allows for the magic to push against and rotate. They naturally lack melanin, which should theoretically appear as blue if he were a living being, but as there's no nerve bundle behind them they appear themselves as the color of the magic that holds Lemmy together.

In a standard state the magic appears green and therefore appear as such. To those that can stomach staring back into his unblinking eyes for long enough they could actually potentially notice the magic behind the eye shifting in various patterns

When Lemmy feels intense emotions this alters the wavelength of the magic, changing its color which can then be reflected in the apparent color of his eyes. These changes can be noticed as follows:

Anger - Deep red

Pure happiness - Bright yellow

Sadness - Gray

Any emotion not listed above is one that Lemmy has yet to experience.

Inventory

Acoustic guitar
Harmonica
Journal and pencil with rubber pencil grip
Cellphone

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Likes ‑ text, text, text

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Bones

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Personality

In general Lemmy is a fairly laid-back kind of dude. Since emotions are still things that he's learning to feel and control, it's incredibly rare for him to have emotional outbursts, whether good or bad. He may take a moment or two to process things that come naturally to the living, which often makes him appear a bit creepy as he stares off into The Void, unblinking, in silence, more than your typical stoner would. He is curious by nature, and wants nothing more than to understand what the real meaning of existence is. As a generally quiet thinker, people often mistake him for a classic space cadet, but there's a plethora of cogs spinning around in that skull of his at any given moment, don't let the lifeless expression fool you. While it is sometimes difficult for Lemmy to make friends, it doesn't seem to hamper him from cherishing those that he manages to develop bonds with.

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