Mister Doctor April 22 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 20/19 Fort: +11 Ref: +6 Will: +7 HP: 51/59 THP: 0/7 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +7 "Hrrk-Aye-de-olo-gee," The corpse parroted around a mouthful of crusty bread that it was steadily turning into a fine paste. It still did not seem to consider the more traditional foodstuffs served by the living to the living as truly edible, but it seemed to like to be included at meals. A good chunk of gristly meat or the thick heel of a loaf of bread was enough to keep it entirely happy. "Nnrn-Iddy...Iddyolgy." Its head swiveled to regard Rexus. His long story about a journey to becoming comfortable in his own skin seemed a bit lost on the corpse... as were most things beyond the immediate. The corpse did not have much in the way of judgements to pass, especially when it came to the difficult points of the experiences of the living but something was rattling around in its skull for a moment, single eye squinting as it reached for something. "Hrm-Ideology..." The moment passed and the corpse returned to placidly chewing on the bread, crumbs tumbling down its front as it lapsed into about as 'contemplative' a silence as it was capable of.
Mister Doctor April 22 Dead Guy - Character Sheet KAC: 20/19 Fort: +11 Ref: +6 Will: +7 HP: 51/59 THP: 0/7 Hero: 1/3 | Perception: +7 "Hrrk-Aye-de-olo-gee," The corpse parroted around a mouthful of crusty bread that it was steadily turning into a fine paste. It still did not seem to consider the more traditional foodstuffs served by the living to the living as truly edible, but it seemed to like to be included at meals. A good chunk of gristly meat or the thick heel of a loaf of bread was enough to keep it entirely happy. "Nnrn-Iddy...Iddyolgy." Its head swiveled to regard Rexus. His long story about a journey to becoming comfortable in his own skin seemed a bit lost on the corpse... as were most things beyond the immediate but something was rattling around in its skull for a moment, single eye squinting as it reached for something. "Hrm-Ideology..." The moment passed and the corpse returned to placidly chewing on the bread, crumbs tumbling down its front as it lapsed into about as 'contemplative' a silence as it was capable of.
