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  | species = Undead
 
  | species = Undead
 
  | ethnicity = African American
 
  | ethnicity = African American
  | birthplace = Some hostel in the dirtiest corner of Millenium City.
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  | birthplace = Some hotel in the dirtiest corner of Detroit.
 
  | operations = Redacted
 
  | operations = Redacted
 
  | relatives = Unknown
 
  | relatives = Unknown
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  | complexion = Scars aside, his flesh is rather smooth. He's abnormally cold to the touch, must like a corpse.
 
  | complexion = Scars aside, his flesh is rather smooth. He's abnormally cold to the touch, must like a corpse.
 
  | build = Athletic/Lean
 
  | build = Athletic/Lean
  | features = Multiple scars littered across his entire body, except the face. Most of them, which are rather deep, are either sewn shut with metal wire or shut with surgical staples. Smells heavily of cologne of his choosing.
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  | features = Multiple lacerations cover his entire body, all except the face. Most of them, which are rather deep, are either sewn shut with metal wire or shut with surgical staples. Usually smells heavily of some sort of cologne.
 
  | fame = 3
 
  | fame = 3
 
  | alignment = Neutral
 
  | alignment = Neutral
 
  | identity = Previous: Public
 
  | identity = Previous: Public
  | years_active = Current: Less than a year.<br>Previous: Nine years.
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  | years_active = Current: Less than a year<br>Previous: 1993-2001
 
  | citizenship = United States citizen
 
  | citizenship = United States citizen
 
  | occupation = Odd Jobs
 
  | occupation = Odd Jobs
 
  | education = High School diploma
 
  | education = High School diploma
 
  | marital = Single
 
  | marital = Single
  | powers = Previously: 'Dead Dog's howl, 'Dressed for Death', 'Sleeping in the Dirt'<br> Current: 'Dead Man's Vitality', Super Strength
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  | powers = Previously: 'Dead Dog's Howl', 'Dressed for Death', 'Sleeping in The Dirt'<br> Current: 'Dead Man's Vitality', Super Strength
 
  | paraphernalia = Various assortments of blades. Heavily modified pair of sidearms. Vibranium brass knuckles.
 
  | paraphernalia = Various assortments of blades. Heavily modified pair of sidearms. Vibranium brass knuckles.
 
  | strength = 8
 
  | strength = 8
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  | bravery = 9
 
  | bravery = 9
 
  |}}
 
  |}}
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<FONT SIZE="7">'''''Dead Dog'''''</FONT><br><br><FONT SIZE="4">Dead Dog, or socially known as the exceptionally kind-hearted Jalen Harris, was a small time hero who worked primarily throughout Millenium City. Over the course of his eight year career, he gained some semblance of a cult following due to both his theatrical persona and the unique cocktail of mutations. People dressed up as him during Halloween, blogged about finally seeing him in person during his normal runs, and there were even fan girls. Hell, some folks assumed he wasn't even human, but some prophet or godly being. On August 19, 2001: Dead Dog took his last breath, and was buried in the largest of the cemeteries built as a memorial for those that died during The Battle of Detroit.<br><br>__TOC__<br><br>
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== <FONT SIZE="7">'''''The Rising'''''</FONT> ==
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=== December 17, 2014 ===
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:He woke up, unaware of where he was or how he got there. Arms searched through the impenetrable darkness in an attempt to find something to grip to, something to confirm this feeling of living, instead only to find cotton. And then he grew wild, tearing through the cotton, breaking through the wood, and clawing through the dirt. Finally, light! He worked the opening until it was just large enough to squeeze his body through, falling onto the upturned earth beside his route of escape. There was stone there, smooth and pearly. Marble, perhaps. Arm outstretched, he dragged his palm across the stone's surface, no bumps or ridges. "Here lies Jalen Harris, who stand guards over this sacred place of death." Confused, the still seemingly fresh corpse struggled to it's feet! And with a lethargic stride similar to what one would expect from the newly risen, it shambled off.
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Latest revision as of 10:33, 24 December 2014

Definitely Dead
Player: @azraelsblessed
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"Dog for the dead, baring it's teeth for those that no longer can. Loyal to the powerless."
Biographical Data
Real Name: Jalen B. Harris
Known Aliases: Definitely Dead, Dead as a Doornail, Dead to the World, Dead Dog.
Gender: Male
Species: Undead
Ethnicity: African American
Place of Birth: Some hotel in the dirtiest corner of Detroit.
Base of Operations: Redacted
Relatives: Unknown
Characteristics
Age: Mid Twenties
Height: 6'1
Weight: 167 lbs
Eyes: White
Hair: Black
Complexion: Scars aside, his flesh is rather smooth. He's abnormally cold to the touch, must like a corpse.
Physical Build: Athletic/Lean
Physical Features: Multiple lacerations cover his entire body, all except the face. Most of them, which are rather deep, are either sewn shut with metal wire or shut with surgical staples. Usually smells heavily of some sort of cologne.
Status
Fame:
██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██

Local

Alignment:
LG LN LE
NG TN NE
CG CN CE
Identity: Previous: Public
Years Active: Current: Less than a year
Previous: 1993-2001
Citizenship: United States citizen
Occupation: Odd Jobs
Education: High School diploma
Marital Status: Single
Known Powers and Abilities
Previously: 'Dead Dog's Howl', 'Dressed for Death', 'Sleeping in The Dirt'
Current: 'Dead Man's Vitality', Super Strength
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Various assortments of blades. Heavily modified pair of sidearms. Vibranium brass knuckles.
Physical Attributes
 
   Strength
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    Weapon
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   Durability
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   Armor
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   Speed
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   Reflexes
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   Resistance
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   Stamina
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   Dexterity
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   Agility
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   Combat
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   Regen
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Non-Physical Attributes
 
   Energy
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   Psionics
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   Telepathy
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   Willpower
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   Sorcery
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   Tech.
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   Intel.
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   Knowledge
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   Charisma
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   Bravery
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Dead Dog

Dead Dog, or socially known as the exceptionally kind-hearted Jalen Harris, was a small time hero who worked primarily throughout Millenium City. Over the course of his eight year career, he gained some semblance of a cult following due to both his theatrical persona and the unique cocktail of mutations. People dressed up as him during Halloween, blogged about finally seeing him in person during his normal runs, and there were even fan girls. Hell, some folks assumed he wasn't even human, but some prophet or godly being. On August 19, 2001: Dead Dog took his last breath, and was buried in the largest of the cemeteries built as a memorial for those that died during The Battle of Detroit.



The Rising

December 17, 2014

He woke up, unaware of where he was or how he got there. Arms searched through the impenetrable darkness in an attempt to find something to grip to, something to confirm this feeling of living, instead only to find cotton. And then he grew wild, tearing through the cotton, breaking through the wood, and clawing through the dirt. Finally, light! He worked the opening until it was just large enough to squeeze his body through, falling onto the upturned earth beside his route of escape. There was stone there, smooth and pearly. Marble, perhaps. Arm outstretched, he dragged his palm across the stone's surface, no bumps or ridges. "Here lies Jalen Harris, who stand guards over this sacred place of death." Confused, the still seemingly fresh corpse struggled to it's feet! And with a lethargic stride similar to what one would expect from the newly risen, it shambled off.