Dizzy Willis
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Dizzy Willis | |
| Player: Dizzy Willis | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Mastermind |
| Threat Level: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Unknown |
| Known Aliases: | Dizzy, Diz, Dead Man |
| Species: | Undead |
| Age: | Unknown |
| Height: | 6'2'' |
| Weight: | 210lb |
| Eye Color: | White |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Confidential |
| Occupation: | Outlaw |
| Place of Birth: | Texas |
| Base of Operations: | Houston |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
| Known Powers | |
| Command of the Spirits that follow him | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Autopsy | |
| Equipment | |
| None | |
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Contents |
The Beginning
If you took up the time to talk to Dizzy about his past, he may or may not tell you the following stories. Parts of them he himself does not even remember. The following Annexes are the most up to date information of what Dizzy has been through.
Gravedigger
Dizzy was born in Houston, Texas in a family that carried a somewhat strange tradition. Grave tending. Since Houston was constructed, his family had tended to all sorts of gravesites all over the city. His great ancestors actually created the first gravesite in Houston. Despite this somewhat dark lifestyle, Dizzy was a very happy, kind, happy, go-lucky boy. He was around fifteen when him and his twin sister started helping their parents. In three years, their parents died to the fever, leaving Dizzy and his sister to fend for themselves.
It was not a horrible lifestyle. They dug holes, buried bodies, and made sure the stones stayed up. They got paid for it too, and living together in their little shack at the back of the graveyard was not so terribly bad. After a while, he even began to like to lifestyle, regularly going around, talking to the Dead Bodies. He would polish the stones, plant flowers, sometimes even sit in front of different ones and start reading random passages from the Bible. All this activity somewhat scared his sister, but she never said anything, always knowing he was a bit of a goof anyhow.
A Sudden Change
His lifestyle was changed the day his sister became very, very ill. She was completely bed ridden, leaving her brother to take care of her, as they had no money for Doctors. He did, as best as he could, dreading the fact that he knew. Soon he would soon have to pick his own sisters grave. After three weeks, she passed away. Before telling him she loved him, her last words to him were "Just because you don't like someone, doesn't mean you have to be so impolite..." He did not know why she told him this. It was an extremely random thing at the time. He assumed she wanted to give him advice on his life, and was so sick this was all she could tell him.
It was a rainy night when he buried her. In the distance, he could see Lightning. It was starting to pour, but he dug, he dug with a miserable, determined passion he had never felt. It was raining so hard no one would be able to tell, but he was crying as he gripped his shovel, digging the grave to his own sister. He dug it himself, buried his sister and filled the hole back up. He collapsed on the spot at the cross he planted, holding onto it as tears ran down his cheeks.
Grave Robbers
The next few months of Dizzy's life were very strange. He hardly spoke, living in solitary. People that visited the Grave of there own Family and Friends were often afraid of him, seeing the strange man always talking to random Graves. It wasn't just that he talked to them; he talked to them. He would wave his hands in the air and make facial expressions, as if the Dead bodies could hear him. He himself did not really believe this, but he had no one else to talk to, so he talked to Death.
One night, when he was sleeping, a group of four decided to break into the place. Not that it was ever really closed, but there were parts that were kept on chain and lock, asked to be kept private from everywhere else. Dizzy's sister was buried here. When he heard the gate open, he immediately grabbed his shovel, running out of his shack into the private burials. He hid as he observed the four, strangely clad people. He did not know it, but they were Cultists. Death worshipers. They were not there for items off the bodies; they were there for the bodies themselves.
None of this really mattered to Dizzy when he saw them start to dig his Sisters grave. Without word, without hesitation, without any kind of screaming or battle cry, the boy who lived in solitary and had never fought another soul in his life, ran at them. He went to the closest one, raised his shovel up, and sank it in the back of his neck. The other three immediately turned, drew three pistols and shot him three times in the chest. He staggered for a moment, looked at them and then fell, landing on top of his sister’s grave.
Unexpected Help
His body was kicked over, and left to bleed out, watching as they dug up his sister’s body. He said no words, simply watched. He then had an idea. Even if he were to die, he would take these worthless people with him. He turned, seeing the one he had killed. He reached for him while digging up the body distracted them. He went through his jacket, looking for a gun. He felt something metal, taking it out. It was the same kind of revolver the others had. He raised it up, pointing it at one of them... Before he could pull the trigger, one last bullet flew into him. Dizzy was dead.
At first, he saw some sort of light. He knew what was happening. He would be reunited with his Sister and Parents. Suddenly, the blinding light was sucked away, and there was nothing but blackness. A massive, splitting headache was the first thing he felt. Then he felt some sort of tingling sensation in his fingers. He gripped his head, groaning. He heard some sort of noise. It was a muffled noise. It grew louder, clearer, and his vision started to return. He saw the graveyard. He didn't understand, why was he back here? The noises grew clear enough for him to be able to hear screams. He shook his head, held it and tried to see what was happening. After a while, he did.
The pair of three were all standing back to back, pistols drawn. They were shooting wildly in the darkness. Wildly at one of the most unexpected help Dizzy would ever get. All around the graveyard, everywhere, bodies were coming out of the ground. Groaning, moaning, rotting, dead bodies were coming. It took about two minutes for them to rush the three. Dizzy blacked out again to see what was happening, but he heard their screams.
A Sudden Realization
Dizzy awoke once more to the sound of screams. However, this time it was his own. He felt pain everywhere in his body. He tried to flail, but felt hands hold him down. When his vision returned, he saw the corpses standing around him inside his shack. Some of them were holding him while others were cutting and pulling at the holes in his body, digging out bullets. Dizzy screamed out in agony, but one of them put their hands on his shoulder, looking at him. This confused Dizzy once more. He was awake enough to put together that they were some sort of Undead, but he did not know Undead had enough sense to try and calm someone. Or clean bullet wounds, for that matter.
When it was over, Dizzy sat up, holding his bandaged body. The Corpses looked at him for a moment, and then all dropped down to a knee. They bowed their heads at him. Dizzy said four words. "Where is my sister?" The Corpses looked at each other, then back at him, then at each other again. One of them spoke. It was the darkest, creepiest voice Dizzy had ever heard. He still somehow found it to be somewhat calming. "In Heaven." Dizzy then asked them repeatedly why they were here and she was not, but they only gave the same answer over and over. "In Heaven." He was asking this mostly out of curiosity, as he was actually very happy to know she was there. He looked around at the Corpses. They did not let him die. They came to save him. The only caretaker the Dead had, the Dead had taken care of. He looked at all of them, then down at his hands, which were now a sickly gray color. He looked back at them. He then had a sudden realization. They were all waiting for him to tell them to do something. A thin smile pulled at the corner of Dizzy's mouth.
The Spirits
Dizzy slept at day and awoke at night, the Undead rising with him. They talked, chatted with him, and explained the situation as best they could. In this place, at night, the Corpses would come up and live. If he needed something, they would get it for him. They now lived only to serve Dizzy. Eventually though, Dizzy decided to leave the graveyard, heading out into the world on his own. The Spirits would not follow. If he stayed, they stayed. If he left, they returned to there own natural afterlives. All but six. Dizzy learned to recognize and name these six, learning their personalities and powers.
Solomon, Kimble, Jones - It was these three that pulled the bullets out of him. They are the weakest of the six but still just as useful. When summoned upon the spirits manifest the form of three rotting Corpses.
Jericho, Michael - These two held Dizzy down while he was being mended. They are the middle of the six, his most reliable in a fight. Because they are slightly stronger, when summoned they take the form of slightly more stable Corpses, strong enough to carry weapons.
Gabriel - This is the one that actually killed the three Cultists. He is by far the strongest, and usually only called upon when Dizzy really needs him. He takes the form of some sort of tall, cloaked figure. He can fire his own spiritual energy at whatever his target is.
Dizzy also learned that because they are technically Spirits taking the forms of things, not just 'Zombies' themselves, they each have their own free will. They will do what he says ultimately, but sometimes the Dead actually mess around a little too much for Dizzy's liking.
Actual powers
Despite being able to summon the Spirits that follow him, he can also tap into the Dark energy that sustains his Undead body and use it as a weapon at people. He does not fully understand it, and he is almost certain there are many things him and the Spirits can do they are not telling him.
Personality
Dizzy is not evil, nor is he good. He does not even believe in good or evil, just certain shades of gray. Because the only friends he has or ever has had other than his Sister are the Dead, he is pretty uncaring to the world around him. He does not think he owes the living anything, and sees people in general as all the same. He is a polite person, remembering his sister’s words. However, he changed them a little bit to fit the circumstances. "Just because you have to kill someone, doesn't mean you have to be impolite."
The Dead Eye Gang
Dizzy is currently in the Dead Eye Gang of the Rouge Isles, helping them out in exchange for a place to live. At first. he didn't particularly care for any of them other than Jake, who he found to be an interesting person. Now, he has gained a few other trustworthy allies. Also, he can feel the Necro energy inside him. He wants to know more about him, which would possibly teach him more of his own unknown powers. If nothing else, he is just curious as to how Jake became what he is today.
Friends
The following is a list of those in the gang Dizzy deems close enough to be a friend.
Dead Eye Jake: The man who actually got Dizzy in the gang, the Ghoul was very upset when he decided to retire. Dizzy never really looked up to anyone, but Jake was the closest to a teacher on anything he ever had. He still follows him around whenever he can, and despite his withdrawl from leadership, Dizzy still calls him "Boss."
Webmaster Grave: As Jake is a elderly sort of figure, Dizzy considers Grave to be his only actual 'friend' in the Group. He was the only one to never complain about the smell, and Dizzy finds it fascinating that someone so polite regularly could be so vicious in a fight. Even though he looks up to the others more than he does Grave, in an odd sort of way, this is Dizzy's best friend, and he trusts him in a fight more than anyone else, even Jake.
City Scout: Dizzy has an odd feeling about her. He follows her around, defends her in a fight, helps her in whatever way he can. He doesn't consider her his best friend because he thinks of her more than that. He knows that the others in the gang thinks he has some sort of crush. He's to embarrassed to tell them he acts this way around her simply for the fact that she reminds him of his sister.
Calamity Blaze: Dizzy feels Grave's same opinion on this person. He does not like the new change in leadership, and he does not expect this girl to actually think he will suddenly follow her around. He feels antsy around her, wanting Jake back in position. Still, of all the people he's seen, he does think she makes the best leader besides the old outlaw.
Trivia
- Dizzy hates being called a Zombie
- Dizzy is not his real name. When he first met Dead Eye Jake, he asked him "Are you Dizzy in the head or something?" The name stuck.
- Dizzy does need to eat, sleep, and drink, just not nearly as much as a normal person.
- Dizzy will sometimes be seen talking to himself, although he is actually just talking to the Spirits around him.
- Dizzy dressed like a dead cowboy, but that is only to fit in with the Dead Eye Gang. He really could care less what he looks like.
