Walking Dead-Girl
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Walking Dead-Girl in her Young Saint's Uniform | |
| Walking Dead-Girl | |
| Player: Brasston | |
| Origin: | Science |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | Variable |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Sarah Harlon |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Zombie |
| Age: | 16 + 2 years of 'Unlife' |
| Height: | Variable |
| Weight: | Variable |
| Eye Color: | Grey/white |
| Hair Color: | Red |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | U.S.A |
| Occupation: | Hero |
| Place of Birth: | Paragon City |
| Base of Operations: | Steel Canyon |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | David Harlon (father), Maggie Harlon (mother), Becky Harlon (sister) |
| Known Powers | |
| Dark Mele, Willpower, Teleportation | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Nigh Immortality due to undead status. Ability to replace damaged parts with dead flesh | |
| Equipment | |
| None | |
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Contents |
No one's Fault
Yeah...see, I don't blame anyone. It wasn't anyone's fault or anything. Just wrong place, wrong time. I'd stayed late in school to work on a research paper I had due, and I had my Ipod on..and I guess I just didn't hear the sirens. When I left the library the streets were deserted, not a cape in site. They were all at Atlas Plaza, creating as much noise as they could to draw 'em in and keep them herded...but well...a straggler found me. What? Oh...yeah, a Zombie. I don't remember much. A lot of pain...then just....cold. I woke up in a hospital, but it was too late to stop the infection. It had been more than 24 hours....I'd turned. But still....I was lucky. Sister Psyche was there..and she managed to hold my mind together through the transformation while some cutting edge drugs kept my body from decaying completely. Now...well...I've got every girl's dream. I'm 16...forever.
Just a normal girl
I was just a normal kind of girl. Nothing really remarkable about me. I was decent in school, got ok grades. My parents did the best they could. Economy's been hard, you know. Dad had lost his job at the accounting firm when the company was bought out so he was busy looking for new work most days. I think he was having a little trouble coming to the terms that his 'little butterfly' was growing up. Sometimes I miss the way he'd still treat me like I was 12 or 13. Used to frustrate me back then, but it'd be nice to have those kinds of problems now ya know?
Mom made enough for us to get by. She worked at City Hall, assistant to one of the politicians who make up the laws about being a hero in the city. She and I got along alright. She wanted me to follow in her footsteps,and had really been pushing for me to go to the University there in Steel Canyon. I didn't know what I wanted to be when I 'grew up'. Still don't really. Just a normal kinda family. I liked rollerblading, shopping, cheesy comedies. Fought with my little sister sometimes, was best friends with her other times. Ya know, normal.
Nothing to indicate that any of the craziness would happen to me. Just went to the library in Atlas Plaza to work on a history report that I had do for Mr. Lautner's class, listening to some Blink 182 on my Ipod. Didn't hear the sirens start up. Didn't hear them as I was leaving either, I was focused on trying to get my paper just right...I'd been kinda skimming by in Mr. Lautner's class and really needed an A on that report.
Anyway, the streets were empty. Everyone was indoors...all the Heroes were being rallied by Ms. Liberty to Atlas Square to try and draw them in. Making as much noise and light as they could, but I guess it wasn't enough. I'd just turned the corner to go back to the train station and head home to Steel Canyon when I was jumped. Nothing much after that. Fear...scared out of my mind. A lot of pain, then just dark and cold.
Life after Death
I was told about most of it after the fact. Apparently I was found by some newbie heroes who were making their first foray into the sewers. They were prepared to beat me down when one of the kids, a psionic, sensed my mind still somewhere in the muck that was left of my brain tissue. Instead of putting the smack down on me they teleported me to the hospital. Doctors did what they could, but it was too late to stop the infection. So instead they did something drastic. As you know, Zombies have been an increasing problem in Paragon City and there was this scientist...Dr. Barrows...he'd come up with a drug that would hold the infection. Not reverse it but at least slow it down. He called in a favor from Sister Psyche, who got into my head and held my mind together while the doctors did what they could to save my body. There was so much damage that apparently they couldn't identify me, so my parents didn't know what had happened.
Thing is, the drug had a strange side-effect. In essence it allowed my body to assimilate dead tissue...so rather than...healing I was able to replace the damaged bits with tissue from organ doners.
Eventually I came to enough to talk for myself...and tell them who I was. After talking to Sister Psyche I decided not to tell my parents. Instead we worked with the PPD to actually declare me dead. It was hard on them...but ultimately for the best. They could move on....get closure if they thought me dead and gone. As it was, if I tried to stay in their life it'd just be like a constant reopening of the wounds...
Life on my own, the Young Saints, and PJSA
I started crashing at the D. On the plus side, my condition meant that I didn't 'need' to eat, drink, sleep, breath...anything like that. I could if I wanted to, but I didn't have to. I also didn't have the insatiable craving for human flesh that regular zombies have...though sometimes the thought makes me feel kinda hungry....can't really explain it, but I could control it. I spent about a week thinking. Trying to determine what to do now, and ultimately I decided to take to the streets as a Hero. Maybe save someone else from my fate. I scraped together some cash working for DJ Zero and made my first 'costume', and got to it.
It wasn't long after that when I met Peregrine Protector and he invited me to join the Young Saints, and through them a connection to the Paragon Junior Supers Academy. A kinda 'angels with dirty faces' sort of group of misfits and kids. They're a rowdy bunch, and I don't know that Perry knew what he was getting himself into when he started it up, but they are a good group. Sarah Prime...Spell Sword, and Patrioteen in in particular. Sarah is the closest thing I have to a best friend now, and she's got some problems that make mine look like small fish. Patrioteen...well, he's just a hoot. It's nice to have a place to stay and people who accept me, even in my current condition. The school is a training ground for young metas like me, everything from traditional mutants, to big-brain tech wizards, to actual magical 'capital W' Wizards. I fit in there just fine.
