Work in progress of my Half-Dead zombie, Gunther. He, like The Cat, is from New Orleans and actually figures fairly large in Michael’s backstory. However while The Cat maintains a facade of suave elegance, sophistication, and discerning taste, Gunther wholly embraces the inherently disgusting and debasing nature of death. He’s filthy, giving no thought to his state of dress or hygiene. If he wears clothes at all, they’ll be torn, stained and bled upon in short order. The only reason Gunther wears nice things (which don’t stay nice for long) is because he’s given them by The Master to appear slightly less disconcerting for parties Gunther must convert to The Master’s side.
Which is to say, The Master dresses his “spy” up nicely so that when he’s caught (and he’s always caught for reasons listed below) the contrast of dress against what the undead normally wear makes his case for an undead world dominated by a singular authority that much stronger. After all, if this fuck-up can be so refined, what does that say about the state of things within The Master’s organization?
However, Gunther makes for a poor spy. He is actually more of a subversive herald of The Master’s rule, a flag planted in hostile territory to alert the locals’ arrival of a new power. Gunther tries to get caught. He loves getting caught. Getting caught means abuse, torture, and pain. Things he eats up faster than a ten year old inhaling Lucky Charms on a Saturday morning cartoon spree. He’s a masochist’s masochist, treating pain as a wonderdrug which cuts through the unfeeling haze of his mental faculties and snapping him back into reality. The glee he feels broaches sexual and it’s not uncommon for many torturers to pause once the effect of their ministrations is made obvious.
But given his impervious skin and generally insensitive state, pain is a delicate, rare thing for Gunther to experience. Only the most extreme applications of torture cut through his lichenous/scaley hide. And since Gunther also enjoys seeing others freak out thoroughly (as another way to tie him to a shifty, twisted reality), he’ll go by any means necessary to obtain that excessive freak out. Teasing, torture, emotional and physical breaking. All to make someone fly into a blind rage capable of shattering his own armor.
He is cancer. He’s the pain that causes more pain, to receive pain, and cause more pain in return. The definitive scum of Half-Dead kind, there’s few darker or more twisted than this wraith of a former-man. Of the handful of beings to cause The Cat deep, pained concern, Gunther was among them. And the visceral reaction Michael experiences when the crocodilian creature visits his old “friend” up north a few years following the initial outbreak kicks off a downward spiral for High Society’s members.
BUT he likes ice cream, so s’cool!
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