Just because my heart doesn't beat and my skin is cold...
Name: Jenny Cyde
Age: In her mind she remains in her early twenties, but in all reality her body is over 80 years old.
Gender: Female
Race: Zombie
Occupation: Dancer, Model, Pin-up, whatever job she can get that will pay just to show her body off.
Personality: She is very flirtatious, loving to be against or on anyone, always feeling more comfortable when eyes are on her.
Theme songs: We are Prostitutes, The Salmon Dance, Proxy
Bio: Born in the early 1940’s she grew up with a broken family, not knowing her father and living only on the money that her mother made working on the streets. Because of the woman’s occupation, Jenny spent most of her time alone as a child, parents thinking of her like an insect, thinking she was no good, far to filthy to be around their own children. So instead, she would visit graveyards and speak with the dead, or at least, believed that she was doing so. It was a strange habit, and her mother worried and tried to get her help. It didn’t do much, still every night she would visit the dead and lay fresh flowers she plucked on the way on the graves. But it didn’t last long, right after turning eighteen her mother had fallen ill and she was forced to work, but without proper schooling and many friends, there was only one place that would hire her. She worked nights dancing for lonely old men on a dimly lit stage, making barely enough to support her mother and herself, but she managed and did everything she could. On a late November evening, Jenny still on the stage, her mother had passed and she found out only when returning that morning. Days went by and she refused to work, spending every moment and every penny she had in the graveyard, remaining by her mother even in death.
Upon returning to work she had forced herself to let her past go, but still her expression remained sad and lonely, catching the attention of a few men that seemed out of place in the broken city. One had stepped to the stage with an open hand, helping her down and smiling to her. He explained that he worked in Las Vegas, at the time a major hang out spot for the Mafia, and that he would be honored to have her work in his casino. She didn’t think twice before agreeing, packing what she had and following the man far from home to the bright neon city.
Her career sky rocketed when she began dancing at the Tops Casino. She was known all around for her amazing body and seductive moves. But with every beauty comes the few creeps that find themselves obsessed. Unfortunately for Jenny she had quite a list. Walking to her apartment after a late night show she had been grabbed, pulled into an alleyway and into the center of a circle of familiar faces. The night was long and filled with pain, screaming, crying, pleas, and finally everything was silent. The broken and cold body of the girl lay on the concrete, no pulse, no rising or falling of her chest, nothing but chilling skin and blank bloodshot eyes that stared at the men lifelessly.
But she wasn’t gone, oh no.. nothing could keep her off the stage, not even death.
But maybe a little taste of human flesh might……….
Five likes:
♥Warm flesh
♥The stage
♥Attention
♥Snakes
♥Bassy music
Five Dislikes:
♫Rude people
♫Cry Babies
♫Competition
♫Cats and dogs
♫Other Zombies
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.... Doesn't mean I don't know how to make you hot.
