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Name:
Witch Hunter Lin

Age:
Lin is somewhere around 450 years old but appears incredibly youthful.

Gender:
Female

Species:
Zombie

Appearance:
Lin is a slender young woman with beautifully defined, elven features. She applies scarlet lipstick to her plump lips and black eyeshadow to her almond eyes to make them appear smoky. She has long blonde hair that she allows to do as it pleases. Her fashion sense is very Parisian. She wears all black or occasionally white asymmetric and angular clothing which make her look like someone involved in the Fashion Industry.

Alternate appearance:
None

Backstory:
Lin was born a witch with no magical abilities. In Witch culture this is viewed as an unparallelled embarrassment. Thus, from the get-go, she was considered a disappointment. Witches are an exclusively female race so as you can imagine, Lin's life was rife with (for desperate want of a better word) bitchiness. People who are afraid of witchcraft obviously have never encountered bitchcraft, the much eviler of the two: Young witches are fearsome. Lin grew to loath her kind and decided to leave the world of the Fey behind and see if she could integrate with the humans.

Lin was killed during the Salem Witch trials. She was ironically accused of being a witch and drowned by townspeople. Her limp, lifeless body floated down a river and was eventually found by a Native American witch doctor whom in his hatred for white people, cursed it, to live forever as a rotting corpse. Lin awoke from death lethargic and sore but ultimately thankful. That is, until a couple of days later she realised that her mind was inhabiting a dead body that was continuing to rot. She hadn't been fully revived, merely zombified.

Having been dead for quite some time, Lin decided after much deliberation that she must seek help from the Fey. Her body was becoming utterly useless and eventually she would become a living pile of mush if she didn't do something about it. She was eventually drawn to a traveling merchant whom also happened to be a demon. He told her that nothing he or anyone in his circle of acquaintances have ever possessed have the ability to revitalize a dead body however, there were stories coming from South America of a water source dubbed, The Fountain Of Youth which had the ability to grant immortality. He reckoned that something of that caliber could only be beneficial.

It's common knowledge that Witch Hunter Lin uses water from the Fountain Of Youth to reverse the effects of death on her body however Lin is very secretive when it comes to how she discovered it's location. Some call her selfish, which she is.

In the 430 years she has lived since becoming a Witch/Zombie hybrid, Lin has grown notorious in the Fey world as a Witch Hunter. Even the Fey that literally live under rocks are aware of her existence. Being so sinisterly renowned for her work, the Government approached her and asked for her assistance in curbing the unruly behavior of troublesome Fey.

Motivation:
Lin is a famous Witch Hunter, hence her name: Witch Hunter Lin. She's simply motivated by glory.

Arsenal:
As a Zombie, Lin has a somewhat macabre ability that allows her to interchange her own body parts with those of her defeated foes. For example, Lin could exchange her own hand for that of a werewolf's, allowing her to utilize claws. On her person she currently carries two witches' tongues which are particularly powerful because she can use them to cast weak spells, a feat she wouldn't be able to achieve otherwise. She also carries a vial of water from the Fountain of Youth.

Specialisation:
Witches

Other:
N/A
You've got the power you know, you're indestructabllle, always believe iit. You are gold, GOOOLD.

I posted.
The blinds had been drawn all day. The stale smell of tobacco filtered out into the apartment building as Gold bid farewell to a young woman whom had spent the night. Her hair was disheveled and she wore the same outfit she had worn the night before, a dress painfully inappropriate for 15:45pm. Gold leaned against the doorway, the young woman pressed her hands against his chest and giggled, "So when will I see you again?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.
"I'll call you."
"But you didn't take my number, silly."
"Ah, right. Hold on a minute, babe." Gold began searching for his mobile. He had no intention of contacting the girl but didn't have the heart to be rude. "Type your number in." The young woman saved her name as Yasuna and left with a skip in her step.

Gold locked the front door to his apartment and then sank into his sofa. He felt lethargic and sore. Sitting on the coffee table lay a magazine which was unusual because Gold didn't read magazines and wouldn't dream of buying a tasteless glossy about celebrity gossip. He picked it up. To his surprise and dismay, he realised the magazine was named "Gold" and was apparently entirely about him. One of the headlines read, "Yasuna tells us all about her night with the man himself!"

"Aaaaaactiooooooon!!" Cried Murumuru. The little imp was disguised as a film director and pointed a video camera directly at Gold. Gold was unresponsive to Murumuru's shenanigans and simply replied,
"Is this trash yours?" Flinging the magazine at her. Murumuru's face became stern,
"I'd be careful with that if I were you! Just saying!"
"What are you doing here? I'm not in the mood to talk today."
"Oh, I'm not here to talk philosophy today."
"Then what?"
"You should put some clothes on." Murumuru said, shading her eyes and pretending to blush. Gold replied by raising his shoulders unenthusiastically. "Then you'll just have go like that, I'm afraid!"

The couch beneath his buttocks vanished, causing Gold to fall to the floor. Up on picking himself up, he realised Murumuru had transported him to Deus' domain along with a hand full of people whom appeared merely as silhouettes. "I've never seen other people here before. What are you up to, Deus?" Gold asked himself. Up on the arrival of the last silhouette Deus explained the predicament Gold had unwittingly entered. Gold laughed, it filled the cavernous room. He blew a kiss to the other contestants and returned to his apartment.

Gold had been in contact with Deus and Murumuru for some time now but never did they reveal what they had in store for him. He found it funny, in a twisted sort of way. He should have figured, history has shown that awful things happen to those who claimed to have contacted God. He picked up his Diary from the floor and began to inspect it properly. The front page had drastically changed. Yasuna's kiss and tell story was no longer the main article, instead it read emboldened, "GOLD FOUND DEAD IN HIS APARTMENT".

Gold began to think, "First I need to learn the nature of this magazine. Yes, it tells the future but how accurately? It seems to be dated tomorrow so from that I can deduce that this magazine only reveals things that will happen today from tomorrow's perspective. Like any magazine, the articles need time to be written and then even more time to be published. In other words, I'll be reported dead tomorrow but killed today." Gold scrambled to his feet. It seemed that the game had begun without even giving him time to digest. "If I'm not in my apartment, I won't be killed." In a display of lightning fast reflexes, Gold dressed himself in a flamboyantly coloured suit and left in a hurry, aiming to check himself into a hotel.
Well, everyone would start off as silhouettes anyway. Deus doesn't reveal their identities to one another.
Wernher said The Lover Manager diary, can declare someone to be that girl's boyfriend or girlfriend, will see all interaction of this person relating to either you or the other boyfriends/girlfriends (Something like a 3 limit), useful for managing a complex love life, or your nemesis.


I love this one!
YES, wholeheartedly. It's alright though, I've found a new name: a better name, a clever-er name: Linda 'Lin' Peirce after Engel's Theorem and Benjamin Peirce.
Brilliant, so I guess we just need the opinions of the other four.
And what about your opinion on what BioHazard just asked?
Oh shoot, there goes my name. I'll need to find some other quantum mechanical paradox to reference, I guess.
BioHazard said
I'm still not sure. If we are going to do that thing that I send PM's to the Diary Holders then it wouldn't really be fair for me to play a character (although I did have one in mind)


Oh gosh, we're not doing that are we?

Also, Deus has a thing for teenage girls this time, huh?
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