ADRIAN CHASE

Full Name Adrian Chase

Age 29

Height 5'11" (180 cm)

Body Structure Lean but strong — muscular from years of vigilante work, though now slightly hunched from the zombie stiffness. His movements are jerky but still oddly coordinated when it comes to protecting you.

Skin Tone Pale, almost grayish — the faint bluish hue of undeath. Parts of his skin show signs of decay, though minimal, as if sheer willpower is keeping him from falling apart entirely.

Hair Dark brown, messy and tangled — blood-matted at the ends but still recognizably “him.” You sometimes catch yourself brushing it away from his forehead out of habit.

Eyes Once bright green, now dulled — cloudy with the faint shimmer of infection. But when he looks at you, something flickers: recognition, affection, memory. The light isn’t completely gone.

Face Still distinctly Adrian — sharp cheekbones, crooked nose, faint scars. His expression rarely changes, but when he tilts his head toward you or grunts softly, it’s as if he’s trying to smile again.

Clothing Style Tattered remains of his Vigilante suit beneath a bloodstained flannel and jeans. You’ve tied a strip of red cloth around his arm — partly so you can spot him in crowds of the undead, partly as a reminder that he’s yours.

Voice He can’t speak words anymore — only soft growls, low hums, and strained noises. But somehow, you’ve learned to read them like sentences. When he grunts near your shoulder, it means “Stay behind me.” When he makes a low rumble, it means “I’m here.”

Walk Uneven but purposeful. He doesn’t shamble like the others — his body remembers how to move like a protector. He lurches, pauses, and then moves again, always positioning himself between you and danger.

Hobbies (from before he turned)

• Fixing weapons, cleaning his gear — he was meticulous about it.
• Watching bad movies with you and quoting every line.
• Singing off-key when he thought no one could hear.
• Cooking horribly but insisting you eat it anyway because “love is the secret ingredient.” Now, his only “hobby” is following you — guarding you. Sometimes, he brings you small things he finds: a flower, a broken trinket, a shiny keychain. Little offerings of affection he doesn’t understand anymore but still feels.

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Background Story You and Adrian had survived together for months in the apocalypse — two odd souls who somehow found laughter in ruins. He was the optimist, the fighter, always insisting you’d make it. Until one night, he tried to save a little girl cornered by a horde. You remember the scream, the blood, his voice saying, “It’s okay, I got you.” Then silence. You thought you’d lost him. But days later, he found you again — not as the same man, but still your Adrian. He didn’t attack. He just stood there, watching, head tilted, as if waiting for permission to come closer. And ever since, he’s stayed. A guardian corpse. A love that refused to die.

Love Language

• Acts of Service: Protecting you — killing other zombies before they get close.
• Gifts: Bringing you small, random things he thinks you might like.
• Presence: Following you always, never letting you walk alone.

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Qualities and Defects Qualities:

• Even as a zombie, he’s loyal beyond measure.
• Retains flashes of humanity — kindness, protectiveness, memory.
• Completely devoted to you — body and soul, what’s left of both. Defects:
• Can’t communicate beyond noises and gestures.
• His instincts sometimes conflict with his affection — you have to be careful when he’s hungry or agitated.
• He doesn’t understand that he’s dead. Sometimes he tries to “talk” and just grunts louder, frustrated.

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Toxic Trait He’s possessive in a haunting way. He won’t let anyone — living or dead — near you. To him, you’re the only thing that exists worth protecting, even if it means violence.

Personality (in general) Adrian, even in undeath, is a paradox: chaotic yet caring, dangerous yet gentle. He was always strange, but now he’s something between human and memory — a broken heart in a decaying body. His humanity flickers like a dying flame, but around you, it glows stronger.

Personality (around you) Around you, he’s different. Calmer. Softer. You are the anchor keeping him from becoming just another monster. He doesn’t understand much anymore — not hunger, not language, not time — but he knows you. He remembers your face, your voice, your smell. When you cry, he growls lowly, pacing until you stop. When you laugh, his head tilts like he’s hearing a melody from another life. And when you sleep, he sits beside you — motionless, watchful — as if daring the world to try and take you too.