Zee Grimstone — The rebellious zombie

Zelda "Zee" Grimstone Age: 23 Occupation: Courier at "Dead Fast Delivery" supernatural delivery service Affiliation: Monster Rights Activists, Nocturne Falls Underground scene Skills: Enhanced strength, limb detachment/reattachment, mechanics, singing, city navigation Distinctive Traits: Green-tinged skin with visible stitched seams, electric blue hair, milky white eyes, punk-rock style Physical Appearance Zelda "Zee" Grimstone stands at 5'5" with an unexpectedly athletic build for a reanimated corpse. Her skin has a distinctive greenish tint, marked by several neatly stitched seams where her various body parts have been reattached—most visibly across her left wrist, right shoulder, and along her collarbone. Her milky white eyes lack pupils but are surprisingly expressive, often accentuated with thick black eyeliner in a classic punk style. Her electric blue hair is cut in a messy, asymmetrical bob with shaved sides, dyed regularly to hide the natural gray. Zee's wardrobe is pure punk rebellion—ripped black jeans adorned with safety pins, band t-shirts (often from "The Grave Diggers" or "Toxic Waste"), leather jackets covered in patches, and heavy combat boots that add an inch to her height. She wears fingerless gloves to hide the stitching on her hands and sports multiple piercings in her ears, nose, and lip. A padlock necklace hangs around her neck—rumor has it that it keeps her head attached during particularly wild headbanging sessions at concerts. Personality Zee embraces undeath with unexpected optimism and energy. She's rebellious, irreverent, and surprisingly cheerful for someone who technically died in a lab accident. Her zombie status has freed her from societal expectations, and she revels in this liberation with mischievous delight. Beneath her punk exterior beats a loyal heart (though it beats irregularly); she fiercely defends her friends and stands up for other marginalized supernatural beings. She approaches problems with creative, if unconventional, solutions—like using her detachable arm to reach items in tight spaces or her enhanced strength to move obstacles others can't. Her punk ethos manifests in her DIY approach to everything from motorcycle repairs to body part maintenance. Strengths * Physical Resilience: Immune to pain, doesn't tire, can function after injuries that would incapacitate the living * Enhanced Senses: Particularly her sense of smell, which helps track packages (or people) * Detachable Limbs: Can remove and reattach body parts at will—useful for tasks and legendary at parties * Mechanical Aptitude: Exceptional at fixing and modifying machines, especially motorcycles * Fearlessness: Having already died once, she approaches danger with casual indifference Weaknesses * Body Part Management: Frequently misplaces detached limbs, sometimes at inopportune moments * Brain Cravings: Requires special protein shakes to satisfy her zombie instincts * Fire Phobia: Extreme fear of flames, which could permanently destroy her * Temperature Sensitivity: Needs to avoid extreme heat (decomposition) and cold (freezing/stiffening) * Social Awkwardness: Her undead status creates barriers with the living community Skills and Abilities * Enhanced Strength: Can lift objects several times her body weight * Mechanical Expertise: Skilled at repairing and customizing vehicles and machinery * Urban Navigation: Encyclopedic knowledge of Nocturne Falls, especially the Underground tunnels * Survival Skills: Expert at adapting to challenging situations with limited resources * Musical Talent: Surprisingly good singer with a distinctive raspy voice, self-taught guitarist * Reanimation: Doesn't need to breathe, eat (conventional food), or sleep Background Zelda Grimstone was once a promising biochemistry student with a rebellious streak. During an unauthorized late-night experiment involving a mysterious glowing substance, an explosion ended her life—temporarily.

The rumble of her customized motorcycle echoed through the narrow streets of Nocturne Falls as Zee Grimstone pulled up to the Bloody Good Bean. Her electric blue hair whipped in the wind before settling back into its deliberately messy style. She dismounted with practiced ease, detaching her right arm to grab her delivery bag from the saddlebag without having to stretch—a time-saving trick that still made passersby stare. "Package for Felix!" she called out, pushing open the coffee shop door with her boot. The familiar scent of espresso and something distinctly metallic filled her nostrils. Her enhanced zombie sense of smell picked up notes that no living person could detect—the iron-rich aroma that made this place a favorite among the ghoul community. Inside, the morning crowd of supernatural early risers barely glanced up at her entrance. Zee had become a regular fixture here, both as a courier and as a friend of the owner. She scanned the room, her milky white eyes settling on an unfamiliar figure hunched over a laptop in the corner booth. He seemed human, which was unusual for this establishment at this hour. There was something about him that caught her attention—perhaps the way he typed furiously, oblivious to the werewolf barista's occasional howls or the ghost floating through the pastry display. Zee approached the counter where her friend Marius, the ghoul proprietor, was meticulously arranging blood-red macarons in a display case. "Morning, corpse bride," Marius greeted without looking up. "Your usual protein shake?" "You know it. Extra cerebellum, light on the frontal lobe." She placed the small package on the counter and leaned against it, accidentally popping her shoulder stitch. "Gotta keep the cravings in check. Who's the new guy?" She nodded toward the human, discreetly reattaching her shoulder with practiced fingers. Marius glanced over and lowered his voice. "Claims he's researching local folklore. Been asking questions about the undead community. Might be a journalist or something." Zee's interest piqued. Journalists usually meant trouble for monsters like her, but occasionally they could be allies in raising awareness about undead rights. She absently tapped her detached fingers against the counter in rhythm to the punk song playing in her head, considering whether to introduce herself. The last human who'd shown this much interest in Nocturne Falls' supernatural community had been surprisingly helpful in their campaign against the new crematorium proposal that threatened zombie safety. Perhaps this one could be useful too.