- Intro Video
- Who Am I...
Zombie Tramp, Queen of the Dead
- Romantic Interests
…Someone. None of your fuckin' business.
- Relationship Status
It's nothing you need to care about.
- My Story Is...
Grew up white trash. Wasn’t anybody special, just a girl with big tits trying to just… fit in. But apparently that wasn’t going to happen, since I only ever had one friend, who killed herself after we both got drugged and raped by this jock asshole. So I cut the brakes on his car, sent him flying off a mountain. Cops came for ME, but my dad took the fall.
Of course, I ended up up on the streets, got forced into prostitution, and eventually, after a grand old shitty time doing that, started being the slightly less shitty and most expensive call-girl in all of Hollywood.
Then I got bitten by a zombie, died, came back from the dead pissed as all hell, killed and ate a lot of people… And I’ve been on a rampage ever since.
Don’t fuck with me.
(P.S. – Janey is dead. You do not, under any circumstances, do it/fornicate/copulate/mate/get laid/hook up/get it on/get busy/get lucky/get down/hump/make babies/fool around/shag/screw/bang/bump uglies/bone/nail/pound/fuck with dead things. No sex. That’s called necrophilia and that’s nasty, yo.)
- My Appearance
In life and in death, Janey has the presence of beauty. She’s tall, with a slender frame that is heavily gifted with all natural curves. No silicon in the front or the back, here! Janey’s goods were and remain homegrown, no GMOs. But, a skinny waist, ass for days, and tits that people would swear were bolt-ons doesn’t make one (or shouldn’t) forget that she’s… dead. The grey-ish, gangrenous color of her skin. The exposed muscle, the bite marks and scratches that killed her. Empty eyes that are only full of anger, hatred, or contempt for the living… She’s not among the living, but not among the dead…
Curse of the Undead ~ Janey died and there is no coming back for her, so she must forever walk and wander, neither living nor dead. Her soul is also doubly damned, barred from permanently residing in any form of afterlife, but it is also not bound to her body, meaning she can abandon her flesh in favor of existing as a disembodied soul that can then possess another living female, though this forcefully banishes the living soul inside, and then immediately kills, twists, and changes the new form to perfectly match her original undead state, appearance and all.
Body of the Undead ~ Janey’s zombified body is inhumanly strong, purely driven by her cursed soul, and as such has what is equal to ‘hysterical’ strength in the living. She can rip, claw, and bite her way through the average human body with frightening ease…
Evil Hair ~ Janey’s hair cam come to life with a simple curse. It becomes unnaturally durable, like steel, and can grab hold of her victims and enemies, binding and immobilizing them as she closes in to take a bite…
Necronomicon Ex Monstro~ The Necronomicon is a book of evil magic. Many versions of the Necronomicon exist, written by different authors and inspiration, but the Necronomicon Ex Monstro is primarily concerned with ‘monsters’, and was written by someone that revered an entity known as the Mother of All Monsters. It covers monsters of all types; undead, bestial, extremely evil humans, etc. It can only be read by monsters, who can comprehend the twisted symbols that are scribbled across the pages. Janey’s copy is linked to her soul, and follows her wherever she goes.
Necromancy ~ Janey’s undead nature and her study of the Necronomicon permits her to be a powerful necromancer and her command of the undead is supreme. A true ‘zombie queen’, Janey can resurrect the dead, recent or otherwise, and twist their forms to create gruesome flesh golems. She can control ectoplasm, a supernatural and corrosive substance that affects both the mind and the body of any mortals it comes into contact with, who can easily burn at the touch of energized ectoplasm, or become tainted and eventually fall into undeath as well.
Pact of the TrampBlade ~ Forged from meteorites from the Ninth Planet and 500 Human Lives in a dark ritual, the TrampBlade is a sword quite unlike any other. The alloy that makes it up is a special Agonium Sufferite Steel Alloy, as the iron came not just from naturally occurring metal in stone, but also from the blood of five hundred living souls, with the carbon coming straight from their bones. Their souls are technically still living inside the metal, trapped and beaten into submission and pure, unrelenting rage at their suffering. It acts as a kind of programmable matter, as the souls will reshape and change the metal of the blade to suit any kind of form Janey demands, dividing itself into two blades, or coating her body in protective armor. The TrampBlade is both corporeal and incorporeal, and so can selectively carve through flesh, or glide through it harmlessly to cleave off pieces of the mind and soul instead, causing incredible anguish as the suffering of the souls that make it possible spreads through the victim. And while the TrampBlade is not impervious by any means, that just means that physically destroying the metal does nothing, as it will just reform the next time it is summoned.
- I Believe...
The world deserves monsters like me.