Name: Jean Lisette de Peyroux
Aliases: Jean L. Zombi, Dead Jean
Race: Zombi (Frankenstein Monster)
Dead Jean is an average 5’6” with a body of average size and shape. She looks fit and slim, but not overly so. Her skin is pale but smooth, marred by deep scars at her wrists and around her hairline. They meet at the nape of her neck and form a single line down her spine. Only the scars at her wrists are usually visible. Dark brown hair with a sideswept bang and low ponytail hides the rest.
Jean’s face is pretty enough, but not quite beautiful. Her eyes are soft; dark in color and round in shape. Though most would think they were brown, every once in a while a violet shine gives them away.
Per Institute regulation, Jean wears scrubs. Hers are a pastel violet, and her violet and grey sneakers match them.
Jean plays things close to the chest. Outwardly she is friendly, even playful, though most definitely no-nonsense. Businesslike and without flinching at inflicting pain she does her job as best she can while placating those who breathe down her neck. If Jean disappears for long periods of time without a word, it can be assumed that she is simply busy.
Jeanette Rose Baliwick, also known as Jean, was an RN first and a murdering thief second. She was an ideal choice for employment at Osmond’s Institute. Jean had worked at Osmond’s for less than six months when Red, acting through Anna, crushed her skull and ended her wicked life.
Morgan Osmond’s patented process filled in the empty spots and brought Jean back. She wasn’t quite herself, but close. This was when she became Dead Jean. One of Kidney’s creatures managed to do her in… it bit off the top of her head and ate the one thing Morgan had left behind: a human brain.
As the cleanup of Osmond’s occurred, the now-familiar gremlins first appeared. It seemed that the new management wasn’t too keen on previous staffing decisions and these numerous, efficient, impersonable and easy-to-manage little critters were just the things for the job. However, like the good low-ranking gremlins they were, these soldiers needed a C.O.
In the world of the living, Jean Lisette de Peyroux had become a powerful practitioner of Voodoo; a Queen, if you would. When Jean Lisette called, Lucifer himself seemed to take notice. She was able to channel Li Grand Zombi and thus call to life those long dead; either from the grave or from the operating table. Fearful of her power, citizens of the backwoods Louisiana town where Jean Lisette kept her permanent residence crept up on her while she slept. Though powerful in her practice Jean was still only a human woman, and the misplaced stakes they drove through her arms and chest destroyed her. They rightly carved Voodoo symbols into her face to keep her body from ever rising again.
Dying and doomed, unable to heal the damage, Jean cast out in desperation. Of course, her call was answered.
Jeanette’s body was being carried by gremlins down into the abandoned but newly remade lab. Three men, triplets from the looks of them and each blessed with a pair of leathery black wings, stood on one side of an operating table. They were wearing surgical masks and blue latex gloves, awaiting the party that carried Jeanette. On a steel exam table nearby lay the body of a once beautiful woman. She was almost black, but not quite; though her hair was the rough texture of an African-American’s, her skin was a creamy caramel color instead of truly brown or black. This girl sighed softly, and when she did, it burbled in her destroyed chest.
One of the dark-winged demons raised a scalpel as the gremlin group deposited their load unceremoniously onto the cold steel surface.
“Let’s get to work,” he said gruffly. “We have to hurry.”
So Jeanette Rose Baliwick, Jean and then Dead Jean, became Jean Lisette de Peyroux… and still Dead Jean. The demon surgeons took Jean Lisette’s brain and skull to replace Dead Jean’s nommed-upon cerebellum. Dead Jean’s face, undamaged, remained intact. Jean Lisette’s hands had to be transferred, of course. Luckily they hadn’t staked her Christ-style as was too often the case. Her palms were undamaged and necessary to work her art. Dead Jean kept the rest of her body. It had been left undamaged by the minion’s brain-focused attack. Morgan’s purple gunk was cleared out and replaced with a full set of organs. Though the heart still pumped blood and the lungs still breathed, everything else was non-functional. In the strictest sense, Jean Lisette had become her own creation; le Zombi.
The devils finally stitched her up, unable to hide the scars that ran along her hairline, down the back of her neck, stopping between her shoulder blades, and around each of her slim wrists. The hands, while belonging to Jean Lisette, seemed to match quite well with the color of her other skin. She was, of course, pale as a corpse.
Thus, Dead Jean was reborn for the third time. She was not Morgan’s nurse Dead Jean, nor was she Jeaneatte ‘Jean’ Baliwick who had first come to Osmond’s. She was a Voodoo Queen and a Zombi, Other than the angry, red, stitch-shaped scars at her wrists and head there was no exterior difference in her appearance. Her scent would have changed, surely, and her personality would be radically different.
It would take her brain a while to heal. In her first weeks back at Osmond’s, Jean Lisette had to acclimate to a new body and a radical change of circumstance. She also had to work, running off a nearly-complete nursing program in her past to deal with patients. The woman seemed to have a knack for it.
The new Dead Jean also did not have just one boss. On a ground level, she reported to the small vampire named Buck. He was old and fast, strong in his own right, but plagued by weaknesses of his immortal flesh. His devotion was to be admired and exploited. As long as she appeared to be helping him and obeying his wishes, she would have no problems with the lich.
The blood that coursed through Jean’s veins was demon, nearly 100%. Though she was not demon, this enormous chunk of demon in her could let Jean do no less than obey Abigail. Abigail, however, did not seem to be a trifling woman. Again, as long as her wishes were obeyed and she remained entertained, there would be no quarrel between them. The orders that Abigail had received were to use Jean as a tool when other nurses were too busy or the gremlins needed guidance. Though Jean Lisette seemed to be firmly under Abigail’s heel, the truth was slightly more sketchy.
Jean Lisette had some pretty heavy-hitting connections in the Deep South when her number came up. Just as she was a tool for Abigail, Jean was a tool for these creatures as well. These were the three surgeons whom she called familiar; demons more powerful than the mistress of the manor. To these men as well she reported… though the questions they asked could never be repeated.
So Dead Jean the third, Jean L. Zombi, Jean Lisette de Peyroux, Voodoo Queen and undead nurse, took her place at Osmond’s Institute. Again.
P.S. I don't know jack about Voodoo. XD