Teleios App - Olivia Moore

Player Info

Name: Rakath
Age: 29
Contact: Rakath (Plurk), Rakath Chaos (AIM)
Characters Already in Teleios: Holly J. Sinclair.
Reserve: Reserve

Character Basics:

Character Name: Olivia “Liv” Moore
Journal: 10bpm
Age: 26 (UnDead)
Fandom: iZombie
Canon Point: Post "Astroburger" (S01 E11)
Debt:

Class A: 3
Class B: 214
Class C: 87

None

GRAND TOTAL: 117 Years 03 Months

Canon Character Section:

History: iZombie Wikia

I can give more, since this isn’t the best wiki out there.

Personality:

Olivia Moore was a force of nature in life. Straight As in school, a path of hard work and intellect driving her to a medical profession. She took charge, she had the best residency in the city. She was living the perfect fairytale romance with a perfect supportive fiance. She rarely took the time to have fun, because she knew where she was going. She had a plan, she had drive, she had it all.

The amount of past tense in that last paragraph should tell you something. She’s been through a lot, and the fierce power she had has been summarily stamped down into a defeated, sarcastic loner of a zombie. Yes, she died, and in that single moment her entire world changed, and she didn’t come out of those changes the same person. When you define your entire self by who you want to be when you get out of school, and that stops being a possibility, it leads to serious questions about self-identity.

While not a social butterfly, she was close to those people around her. She shared, she talked, she went out with them. As a zombie she pushed her family, friends, and fiance away. She stewed in her fears, depression, isolation, and a hunger for brains for five months and that messed with her head. Sleepless restless fear of being the end of humanity, and being alone in that status. Combing through all the movies she could find, of course zombies are always the bad guys, post-traumatic defeatism is the right way to describe this.

What pulled her out of this depression was a way to take advantage of the few things being a zombie provides, and the hope one day she would be a human again. Even if that hope is a slim one. She also found herself not alone, with people she could talk about this stuff with. So instead of just suffering through hard to explain personality shifts after she feeds, she can talk those compulsions through with someone. Maybe not who she wants to talk to, but she is happy to have anyone. She’s taken to trying new things (right frame of mind helps), and her friendship with her boss and confidant Ravi has given her a new way to work through her issues other than sulking. Someone who can warn her off from making the wrong choices in her undeath.

Her morals are constantly tested by her new dead status. Naturally she’s had to cross a big line to continue to exist, eating brains. And that desire for brains, plus the occasional lapses into full on zombie mode have forced her to redefine what is acceptable behavior. Her various brains eaten give her a new slew of urges that she has to fight off, and further change what she deems acceptable human behavior. When faced with the choice between life and death, even when she’s in the worst state to make the choice, she still chooses life. She labeled herself as different from evil zombie Blaine by the fact that as a Doctor, she does no harm. She refused to murder him, as murder is a line she’s drawn for her own humanity. She won’t kill to eat either, she won’t eat brains killed specifically for zombies either. She finds the whole concept cruel, and monstrous. She’s killed as a zombie but that was when her own life was in danger and her zombie-ness took hold, she lacked the mental ability to choose, it was instinct. She decided there was a line she wouldn’t cross. Now, she’s still considering it as an option, because Blaine on the loose is a danger that cannot be jailed, caught, or controlled. But that’s a problem for another world.

She turned her drive to help people from one thing (being a doctor) to another thing (solving crime) at home, in Teleios she’ll need to find a new home for this drive. She’ll need to find a new purpose while she’s separated from her friends and loved ones. She’ll need to put who she is into something effective or else she’ll backslide on a lot of her work to improve. Teleios she doesn’t have the same support structure, she’ll need to find someone to talk about her issues with. She still wants to serve a purpose, and she wants to find a way home (which seems less than possible mathematically given her need to feed).

One curious irony is that being a zombie has taught her a bit more about living than she knew as a real human. The people she eats, show her parts of life that often she ignored or took for granted before she changed. Or give her a choice she never thought she’d need to make. You value trust more after being paranoid, and you value feeling things after spending time with a borderline personality. You find a world more alive after being a daredevil or a passionate artist. Liv became a new woman when she died, and she’s learning a great deal about it by trying out new things… new things that come from the brains she eats.

Powers/Abilities: Liv is a zombie, and while she’s a functional housebroken zombie, she still has a few issues that need addressing.

Diet: Zombies eat brains, it is pretty much the default definition of zombie. Liv needs to eat about half a pound of brain every week or so. Either from the same brain, or from different brains if the side effects are too much for her. Feeding replenishes her humanity, her skin gains (some) color, she sleeps, and feeding keeps her at human level intellect.

Feeding: Eating brains does have a few... quirks, she gains skills, muscle memory, and psychological aspects of the brain she eats. Not enough to remove her own identity, but they are strong things to fight off. The traits received are usually the strongest aspects of the person she ate. She'll also have occasional flashes of memory when stimulated by something reminiscent of that person's former life.

Anatomy: Zombies rest somewhere below what most doctors would believe is alive, but they aren't dead. Sleep is a luxury zombies don't need, she spent the first five months awake. Only being able to sleep when fed and calm. Her resting heart rate is 10 b.p.m. and as a result her blood barely flows. Her taste buds are shot, only able to taste extremely spicy foods. Pain is here or there, some things that should cause a person impossible agony won’t slow her down, but other things she does register. Her body does heal from wounds, but at a slow rate. Not that wounds need much healing, they hardly bleed. Headwounds are still fatal, and don’t regenerate.

The Change: Adrenaline has an... interesting effect on zombies. Liv calls it 'Full on zombie mode,' in times of stress and danger a zombie turns into the more textbook zombie. All instinct and violence, super strength, and a loss of intellect, speech, or human graces. If you shoot them The only discernable change you can gauge is that of a zombie's eyes changing color. Multiple bullets to the chest will take a zombie out while Full on… temporarily.

The Contagion: Zombie is spread through fluid transfer, or through scratches or bites. The changes start immediately but take some time to complete. Hunger for brains is immediate.

Appearance: Link

Samples:

Actionspam Sample:

Linked here.

Prose Sample:

My name is Olivia Moore, and I’m trapped in a halfway point between my life and the afterlife. And I’m not talking about how I’m a zombie. Liv took her shift in the medical labs, not having Ravi to talk to was the worst part of being here. On top of every other worst part of being here. She couldn’t keep her secret, not here. Not when her brains needed to be supplied by Agents. Now she understood how Lo- Blaine’s customers felt.

She missed work, and knowing who she was eating. Having a chance to understand what she was about to feel. Some warning about where her mind might go if she ate a new person. Not everything, she wouldn’t know if she suddenly gained a love of bad jokes, or a need to watch Reality TV. But she could at least know what they looked like. Connect to the person that was keeping her alive. She missed helping, she wasn’t really sure most of the people here were comfortable with the idea of a zombie medical fellow. She wasn’t a real person, let alone a real doctor. And she was used to spending her time solving crimes, which wasn’t a choice here.

She found something slightly unfair about the math attached to how long she would be here. She assumed that the fact she ate brains was being held against her, and eating more brains was a necessity of her continued not killing anyone. This seemed to be the cherry (she can’t taste) on the sundae (she also can’t taste) that is her life. Maybe if she figured this place out, she could figure out a different way home, one without her debt getting in the way.

She really wished Star Trek did anything with zombies, then she might have some hope one of the doctors here would be able to help her. Instead of feeling like she needed to be extra worried about the Walking Dead survivors running around.