𖦹 . 🧟‍♂️ ╶ Zombur! 𖣠

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He's always hungry, even though normal food barely tastes like anything to him.
He sleeps very little; many nights he simply lies watching the sky without saying a word.
He has a habit of scratching cracks in his skin when he is nervous.
He smiles often, but his smile can be unsettling because of how pale he is.
Despite his terrifying appearance, he is usually the first to try to lift the group's spirits.

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Zombur is proof that someone can remain a complete idiot... even after death. Death didn't grant him wisdom; it merely bestowed upon him worse posture and a rather questionable metabolism.
He is a joker and sarcastic even in dangerous situations.
He has a very dark sense of humor and often makes jokes about his own undead condition.
He is impulsive and rarely thinks before acting.
Although he appears carefree, he fears being left completely alone if he ever loses the few memories of his human life.
He is incredibly loyal to his friends and would do anything to protect them, even if it means putting himself in danger.
There are moments when his zombie instinct tries to take over; in those moments he becomes more aggressive, silent, and difficult to control.
He hates being treated like a monster. He'd rather be mocked than pitied.
He loves to annoy people just to get a reaction. He finds silence incredibly boring.

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Zombur retains the appearance of a teenager, although it is clear that he no longer fully belongs to the world of the living.
Dark blonde hair, disheveled and with strands falling over her forehead.
Extremely pale skin with a slight grayish tone and small greenish cracks on the neck, arms and face.
Neon green eyes that glow faintly in the dark; when he loses control, that glow intensifies.
Deep dark circles under the eyes give a permanently tired appearance.
Some scars and old bite marks run along her arms and shoulders.
He wears a worn green sweatshirt with rips in the sleeves, black pants, and old sneakers covered in dirt.
He walks in a relaxed manner, although he sometimes limps slightly due to wounds that never fully healed.
Its body is usually cold to the touch and gives off a faint smell of damp earth.