Post by Zane Norrison on Jul 26, 2021 0:44:29 GMT -5
PERSONAL
BIRTH NAME: Zane Norrison
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 150 lbs.
HOMETOWN: Detroit.
RESIDES: Manhattan, New York
PICTURE BASE: Andy Biersack
PROFESSIONAL
PREFERRED BRAND: Sanatorium
ALIGNMENT: Tweener
WRESTLING STYLE: Mixed
RING PSYCHOLOGY (GIMMICK): For the most part, super chill and laid back. Friendly and kind. However, he has been known to get carried away with haimself during a fight, when the adrenaline rush and the thrill of the battle kicks in... or when his "Zombie Rage" takes hold, that's when he utterly loses his cool and it's all out fury. He will come at you with all the seething rampage of an undead abomination. Ready to tear you apart and rip you to shreds.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Zane is a zombie, he is the weapon.
PREFERRED MATCHES: Wild and crazy ruckuses.
CRIME COMMITTED(SANATORIUM ROSTER ONLY): He's a zombie, can't be too safe when dealing with the undead.
ENTRANCE THEME: Surfin' Dead by the Cramps
ENTRANCE: Zane steps out and basks in a frenzy of cheers and an explosion of excitement, as the kick ass sounds of the Cramps, pour from the speakers. He stands and smirks, taking it all in and then rushes to the ring, sliding in from underneath the bottom rope. Where he instantly leaps up to his feet, to another exhilarated pop from the crowd that encourages him to ascend up to the top turnbuckle and simply embrace the adoration. If only for a moment. From there, he takes his place within the squared circle, to await the start of the match.
MOVES
BASIC MOVESET.
(10-15 moves please)
Headbutt
All of the kicks
All of the drops
Baseball Slide
Chokeslam
Swinging Neckbreaker
Rope-Assisted Foot Choke
Arm Bar
Big Boot
Sidewalk Slam
Spear
Jumping Enzuigiri
DDT
Headscissors Takedown
Backbreaker
SIGNATURES.(Three Maximum)
Doomed Nation (The Razors Edge)
We Walk Amongst You (Swanton Bomb)
Dead Man's Fury (Hell's Gate)
BIOGRAPHY
Zane Norrison was in the wrong place, at the wrong time: A zombie tale
A drug dealer, supplying products to club owners and patrons, alike. This is how Zane supported himself and his habit, it also worked out rather well when he wanted to get laid too. Which occurred regularly, during the moments that he came peddling his wares, it wasn't about the "right girl"... it was about the "right there girl" and he had zero qualms in regards to how often it happened that way either. He wasn't out to find love, he just wanted to have a good time, without a care in the world. He lived like he was invincible and acted like it too, almost as if he believed nothing could touch him. A badass, too cool for school, blazing like a wildfire and he was going to burn the whole damn city to the ground.
Until the day he was leaving a club, taking short cuts down alleyways, strutting to the bus stop and coming down from his high. That's when a van pulled into the alley and set into motion inching; closer and closer, behind him while he was none the wiser. Due to having headphones over his ears, blasting music, after all he had to listen to his tunes. Headed home after a profitable and pleasurable night out; business as usual, he needed to have a soundtrack for the journey. Unfortunately, this meant his fate was sealed, a done deal and before he had time to even realize it... it was too late and he was injected with a high dose of tranquilizers and tossed into a van. Abducted, right off the street, a block away from his bus stop.
You see, Zane took the bus as a method of transportation because he didn't like to have too much of a paper trail attached to him, so he didn't have a car or driver's license. He also lived alone, long since moved out of his parents' abode, meaning no one would know that he went missing and now, he was fucked. For the folks that stole him away; in the early hours of that morn, weren't your run of the mill, typical, common criminals. Still that didn't mean they were not up to deeds most foul. Our dastardly abductors were medical students, individuals learning how to save people and keep them alive. Ironically, this was not their intentions on this morning.
No. These were med students that seen one too many zombie movies, prompting them to want to create their very own and they were obsessed to fulfill their unified, unholy desire. How can individuals that are supposed to be so smart... be so dumb? When Zane awoke, he found himself in what appeared to be a makeshift prison cell and there was a strange toxin entering his body, from an IV bag. Without another second of hesitation, he tore the needle from his arm but it was too late, enough of the putrid concoction had already previously seeped into his body when he was unconscious and the effects, were almost immediate.
He began to vomit out a vile, black sludge. Heaving out his guts so violently, he dropped to his hands and knees, straight into a puddle of the revolting murky ooze that had accumulated on the floor, yet he didn't care about the dreadful muck because he was in far too much pain. It felt like his insides were on fire and the tremendous agony, made him gasp and cry out. It was pure torture. He didn't know what was happening, with his heart beat erratic and his guts twisting tight, he fought for the very air to fill his lungs.
To no avail.
That's when his entire body seizured up and he went completely stiff, relinquished face first onto the concrete floor, his eyes wide and lifeless. His world had gone black and he was lost in the abyss. One of the medical students came to check on him and found Zane in this condition, clearly not thinking, she hurried into the room. At first Zane blinked, then groaned and rose from the floor, his attack - swift and brutal. Yet even though Zane's eyes were open, he was not witnessing what he was doing, from his perspective his world was still shrouded in darkness.
When the obsidian curtain did eventually part and Zane could see once more, he discovered he was under an overpass bridge, drenched in blood and covered in gore. Not a breath in his body and his heart utterly motionless, there was snow on the ground as well but he was not cold. Assuming he was merely in shock, Zane ran all the way home. Surprisingly, not stopped by the police even once, despite his horrifying state. Showering as soon as he entered his place, Zane tried to calm his nerves but it didn't work. Plus he noticed there was still something off about him, he was different and that didn't help matters.
He didn't have a heartbeat or a pulse and while he could expel and intake air, he didn't have to continue to do those things, they could be completely ceased entirely and it didn't have drastic consequences. This forced him to the bathroom floor, where he sat for a very long time, feeling as though madness was taking over. Until he ultimately, experienced a twang of hunger hitting him, he didn't know the duration of time that he had been sitting there but it felt like forever. The sensation of increasing starvation emphasized this impression; tenfold, so he rose to his feet and went to the kitchen. Only to find he craved something that was neither in the refrigerator nor the pantry. Nothing sufficed.
The urge was intense and overwhelming. He opened the front door and attempted to exit his apartment, except his neighbor was in the hall and on sight, everything inside demanded for him to crack open her skull and eat what was inside. This caused him to scream and slam the door shut. Pressing his back against it, he slid down and plopped onto the floor. He wanted to eat... brains? What the fuck?!?! Why? Zombies aren't real... they're not real! Those are simply fictional evil creatures from movies and television. But if it wasn't that he was a zombie, then what was it??? Was he sick? What virus made you seem dead? The words rang out, over and over again, within the confines of Zane's mind and every time, it all led back to being a zombie. He didn't "seem" dead... he was dead.
Tears fell from his eyes, he didn't want to be a zombie... to be dead and almost immediately, there came a knock. Zane dared not to open the door but it was really quite persistent, rapid pounding. Finally, he worked up the courage to glance through the peep hole, only to find the hall empty. There was no one there. Pivoting around on his heels, Zane yelped out loud. There was a man... an astonishing tall man of slender build, with long raven hair, an otherworldly sizzle of fire in his eyes and a mother of pearl tint to his skin, that almost made him seem inhuman, standing inside Zane's apartment.
How did the fellow get there, where did this gentleman come from? Zane's confusion and alarm was extremely apparent. That's when the man gave a reassuring smile and introduced himself as Azrael Erebus. Azrael said he was in the neighborhood, investigating a troubling set of circumstances and asked if Zane heard of any unfortunate murders that took place recently, as he peered uncomfortably close at Zane. Almost as if he were examining Zane. When Zane replied - no, Azrael nodded to himself, before declaring Zane must be positively peckish, after he had been holed up in his apartment for over a day. Not healthy or safe for a zombie to starve himself. Several attempts were made by Zane to deny Az's words and in the end, all he could do was hang his head in shame and disgust. His fears were true and now, there was one thing left to do, the trouble was that he didn't wish to do it.
It was heart wrenching to observe that realization and far too painful for Azrael to bear, especially when he never planned to suggest suicide. Death for the dead. On the contrary, Azrael resolved to offer a solution to Zane's problem and quickly stated, he could help Zane but solely based on two explicitly important, conditions. One, Zane must adhere to a set of rules to live by in order to survive and at some point in time, down the line Azrael promised he would come to Zane for a favor, no questions asked, compliance was of course... mandatory. No exceptions. Zane naturally, agreed and the rest was history, Azrael was true to his word and aided Zane, hooking him up with a job at a morgue in Manhattan and an apartment. (A choice Zane made on his own, since he felt a relocation was best. Given the scenario.) Where Zane has worked and lived, ever since. Feasting upon the brains of the recently deceased and residing as a dead man, amongst the living.