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Life was kind, love was sweet, and work was enjoyable, Edward DePlur fell in love with childhood sweet heart Jamie and married her at the age of twenty. Their life was good, DePlur was a doctor for this small clinic before curing "the Plague", this made him a celebrity in the world of science and medicine. Wealth and fame could not corrupt such an honest man however and he continued to help people until his last day. Edward died at the age of seventy two peacefully in his bed, his wife followed closely after only a few months later. And that was the end... Or it should have been.

Edward was dug up nearly a century later, a Necromancer had been experimenting with Disease Magic and had contracted the ancient plague that Edward had once cured. Finding him he force the undead doctor to make him a cure. Edward offered only kindness, with no reguard for whether this man was good or evil Edward cured him. But instead of releasing Edward from his false gifted life, the Necromancer repayed DePlur by allowing him to continue living. "But Sir, all I want is to return to the Isles of Death and be with my wife...." The Necromancer did not care however, and fled leaving Edward in this new form.

BANG!!!! A bullet pierced D'edwards skull, "another failed attempt." D'edward began to scribble in a journal as he put the pistol down, his skull had already begun to heal alarmingly fast and was nearly completely sealed. "Looks like I really can't die, most likely until these Witch Doctor releases me from his dark magic..." In D'edward's opinion Doctor Edward DePlur was dead, or rather, was Dead-Ward... "Looks like I am left with no choice, I'll need to find that Necromancer and ask him to relieve me of my life, or worst case scenario, put him down..."

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Shiro had been casually walking down a dirt paved path when he heard the sound of a gunshot. "Huh....that's interesting." Shiro had grown accustomed to the sound of a bullet being fired, so he paid it no mind. He had more things to worry about. Currently he was making his way to a friend of his. He had an issue he wanted to discuss with him.

After a few minutes of walking shiro arrived to his destination. BANG!!! Sighing he knocked on the door and waited for a response.

Finishing his note taking DePlur stood and made his was to the door, the knocking made his head pound or maybe the gun shot did that, "hello?" He said opening the door. His home was on the second story above the clinic that he owned, outside his house was the clinic in front then along the right side of his home were steps up to the second floor and then his house could be entered. This is how he knew his company wasn't a patient, "ah Shiro, good to see you, how's that cough coming? Healing up nicely?" A bone hand extended touching Shiro's throat, the swelling has gone down but the scratchiness may take a bit of time to get rid of all together." He retracted his hand, "but I have a feeling that's not why you are here..."