[Downn]

Username:
Downn
Name:
Zander (I looked through both the archives and nusery archives-- no zander. If there is one, it's not my fault :T)
Gender:
Male
What makes him distressed?:
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[Muttz]

. why so stressed . ?
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''look at you- your pure meat and flesh.
And what am I?''
name: Rancid Flesh
nicknames: decaying scumbag,demon,flesh-eater,
guts,blood rash,Zombie freak,
gender: pure decaying male
blood type: well--
''Well well well-Its a apocalypse!''

''When the apocalypse began,I thought id be able to control these flesh eating monsters.It seemed easy-there was only one solution to this problem and id like to solve it myself-myself only.As I watched the news, they cautioned us to not eat any infected raw meat,to beware of rabied animals.I thought it was a joke.They also stated that we should wear gas masks.It would prevent the infected air from entering my lungs.Laughing, I glared at the TV.I put on all the equipment necessary to 'avoid rapid disease'.As I grabbed my weapons the electricity shut off.Cursing to myself,I searched for a flashlight.Nervously, I ran downstairs as I seeked for a flashlight.''To bad ol' buddy died,he was a good dog'', I said to myself.As I entered the basement I could see a 6 foot object.A white sheet covered it,it was the sheet I washed last night.When I touched the sheet ,the object had moved closer.I felt blood dripping down my arms as I felt it. ''

sexuality: asexual
crush: n/a
dating: n/a
mate: n/a

''I looked at my arms and took the gas mask off.It smelt like something died in here.Without a question I removed the sheet over the object.The hungry beast glared at me as its ear fell off.It looked like a Zombean! It bit me in my ear as I tried to grab a weapon.I realized I left all my weapons upstairs.The chunk of my ear had fallen to the floor.Thats when I realized I was infected.''

Phobias: fear of missiles or bullets
allergies; military officers
eye condition; very poor eyesight
medical conditions; rabies

voice; He has a very low toned voice.When he talks it sounds like something died inside of him.
attitude; He is nearly almost never in a good attitude.It wouldn't be very smart either to approach hm and find out.
typing style; #CF4346

favorites;
food; skinned dog
drink; blood
place; death valley
friend; n/a
book; ''How to kill a bean''
amusement park; n/a

least favorites;
food; hog meat
drink; goose blood
place; n/a
enemies; n/a
book; n/a
amusement park; n/a

''Once I was infected the infection didn't take control over me as fast as I thought it would.Instead it grew very slowly.I was very pleased on how slowly it developed.Although,the side affects were extremely painful.My vision--it seemed as if it was taken away from me.It was if I became blind.I relied on my other senses to get me around.My legs were really sore and I often limped.I was always dehydrated, and when I gulped down a gallon of water,it was obviously vain.I got colder quicker and had trouble maintaining my own body temperature.The markings on body became duller and often my hair fell out.I had trouble moving my muscles and I often made slow movements.I never realized how painful being a zombean really is.''

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need to add;
hobbies
talents
dreams
pet peaves
quirks
theme song
odd habits
Element:
Quality:
Ruling house:
Ruling planet
Symbol
strengths
weaknesses
birthday
age
zodiac sign
chinese zodiac
birthstone
birthflower
where he was buried
time of death
history
dreams
why i want him
how will i use him
links
accessories
personality
relationships
likes/ dislikes
hexcodes
canvas
quiz

[Offended Cockatiel]

This story starts a long time ago
before the teary trails of what I had become
an appearnce that inside and outside can not bare
Something it can't handle
and before the steps I had taken
to get off and around those trails
...
Before a lot of things

Username: Aysan1
Name: Jack Knaiper
Gender: Male

There was no apocolpyse, what are you talking about?

what makes him distressed- Ohoho
Shakespearian sonata- parabel 42- And take 3

Sleepless nights

Ohhh, these sleepless nights

Wind chimes rang in the air, the sun setting such soft, vivid colors into the sky that all thoughts would be abandoned for this sight. The air blew cooly but this sight with its mix of autumn sunlight, yellow and green and misty orange, it made the scraggily wavering branches of the trees, so easily breakable, feel gentle. Or at least look gentle. You see the days start off as they always did, dreary with color and lacking no luster except for the living beings that went through the process of each of these days. Because, each and every day was tiring.

Daddy loved mommy, daddy was faithful and daddy could never hurt her. Daddy was always taking her on grand adventures, lifting her up, in his arms. But daddy wasn't faithful. No, daddy led one troubled track. One very troubled track and as he went through the potholes we fallowed his path, in the dark. Tripping over every little mistake he made, every dent that was put in front of us we felt worse than him, a twister reigned in front of daddy. And a storm covered us. Of course, not all days were twisters, not for daddy, some days were sandstorms, hurricanes, tsunamis, all spinning around him. Covering him with everything he did, so diligently, so lustily that he couldn't see the pictures spinning around his head. The images circling around his very life as he did all the things he did, as he became sarounded by these disasters and fell into desires not on the path we led, not on the path we were on.

The pictures of a family standing together... They were forgotten. Covered with ink of thoughts of not wanting to remember. Blank thoughts that soon turned black and we're forgotten with force. Things I didn't remember because I didn't like to, I didn't want to remember. One day, through the crevice of daddies open door I saw him dancing. It was lively, he seamed on fire, his body bopped and how alive he was made him colorful. These days were caught by my father, when he became so full of color, so dreary with it that it seamed he was drunk on it. It amazed me, how someone with such an inhabitian to be living normal and secret could be able to fit into the vivid colors of the outside world. Not the dark figure sarounded by a coverage of color, bright and living, not the darkness that we all seamed to be compared to each beautiful day.



my parents reaction to me was every good parents reaction, they were content, not seeking more or less after I became theirs.


"Passion, hope, warmth... Caring for someone else. Let me tell you kid, that won't get you anywhere." He swished his cup, mixing up the things that couldn't be with such a force that you almost thought there was something else in that cup, something, that could actually mix into the drink. Something like old hope, now dieing, it seamed. I imagined my fathers dreams to be a burning piece of paper, lit afire and thrown into a trash heap of other destitute ideas. Each one as "not good enough" as the other. And I imagined his feet to be covered in dirt, as if he has walked through that heap. Now, all that had made him alive, free and colorful had taken his color away. And I saw the pants of his legs moistened through all this darkness he walked through, and it made me want to run away. My gaze led to his pant legs, Wich were, undoubtably, clean in appearance. But I couldn't tell if that was real, what I was really seeing was true or not. And I couldn't tell if the brightness, the sparkle in his eyes were still there... Or not.

He stared at me with a seriouse gaze, eyes pent down and striking like two arrows that aimed for my face. And I swear I herd the music in the old family room close by, music that veered out in such a lonely way as I stared out at my father. And there and then I felt like nobody, yet like everybody. I felt like all of them, all of them that stared at their daddies eyes just like I did, and so I stood there, staring into my daddies eyes and listening to his brutalizing words.
"Love, it killed me," he said with a sip of his poison, a concoction that made him crazy.


And so I realized being alive made it so hard to be colorful. Living was something that loved to push you through the processes, something that made you do what everyone else did, in such a cookie cutter society that lacked color.

Shattered windows
Picture frames

Arms around me
Panic pains
Please don't find me

You're too mean
You're too cruel
Too obscene

I've been hiding far too long
But your strikes are likely
Way too strong

I've been thrown around
And I've been hurt
bruises cover all of me

Please don't come back
Don't find me
Stay away from my memories

Not over 2,000 words... eve

[Caseal<3]

ＬＯＯＫ ＩＮＴＯ ＭＹ ＥＹＥＳ ＡＮＤ ＴＥＬＬ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＮＯＴ ＳＣＡＲＥＤ－

ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ;

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;;
Hello everyone! my name is { Loves Blind } ^u^
You have probably seen me around by now, for I have been in the bean community for some time now- trying to win my first.
You may call me Loves, Lovie, or Blind. ^_^
ｆａｎｃｌｕｂ;;
I indeed do have an account on the fanclub, and log in often to talk on the chat with the bean owners and non-bean owners alike. ^_^
ｂｅａｎｓ;;
I sadly have not obtained my first bean, yet.
Though, I have been trying for a long time! since bean number 207 ;u;
So I will be trying extra hard to win this baby<3
ｗｈｙ ｉ ｗａｎｔ ｈｉｍ;;
Oh my gosh, where do I begin?
I have the weirdest thing for zombie's, like.. I love them.
As soon as I seen him, I was like. 'Oh my gosh a Zombie bean!'
I've recently started playing a game called 'Left for dead' and love it, so when I seen him I thought of the character called Ellis, and I knew the name suited him<3
But that's not all, my love for creepy things and Zombie's isn't even half of it. I have never fell so In love with a bean, when I set mye eyes on him... I just. Hngggg<3 I've loved many beans before, but never like this one. I don't know how you do it, Berkshire- but you do!

ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｉｍ;

ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ;;
October 23rd
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Scorpio ♏
ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;;
123 pounds, he is scrawny for a bean.
In anthro and quad.
ｈｅｉｇｈｔ;;
He is five feet tall in quad form.
In Anthro form he is almost six feet tall.
ｅｎｅｒｇｙ;;
He has seemingly never ending energy, only adding to the zombie effect.
ｈｅａｌｓ;;
he heals very slowly, so he has opened wounds a lot. Again- adding to his zombie like appearance at times.
ｓｉｚｅ;;

ｐｈｏｂｉａ'ｓ;;
Himself. He's deathly scared of himself. He doesn't want to hurt people any more.

- ｗｈｙ ｓｏ ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ？ -

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I'll be calling him Ellis. If you read above ^ it'll explain exactly why. But aside from that, as soon as I seen him he looked like an Ellis to me.
His full name is; ᴇʟɪss ᴀʙᴏʀ ᴇxᴏᴛɪɴɢ
Ellis is a short, sweet and to the point name. Not to much, not to little.
I think that anything to long would be unfitting for him.
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Nickname's? hm. Ellis hasn't acquired any affectionate nicknames from his fellow beans, but... he has been called a few that seem to stick.
He is often called Zombie, classical.
but that, is not the worst one- the one that get's around most is 'Hunter'. No, not like a name.. like a Hunter. Except, not a hunter with a gun, a hunter like a flesh eater.
This one erks him, and makes him feel awful- though he never says a word about it.
Though, the few that do know him well enough to somehow like him, call him Ellie. This makes him feel important and cared about, so he likes it when the few people he's close to call him this.
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Ellis isn't sure anymore.
I'm sure this sounds weird, but really.. Why would he pay attention to this? He has a few problems that cause him to think about other things, a lot more then his age. This caused him to forget about years, and days, and weeks. Time just doesn't matter any more.
Though, I did keep track for him. He is seventeen, to be exact- though he doesn't know, I'm sure he'd be glad if he did.
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;;
I'd be calling Ellis a male bean<3
not only because you wanted him to be male, but because when I first laid eyes on him I just.. I love him. So he had to be male so I could croon over him<3 ;u;
Nothing against the people whom think he looks female!! If I looked hard enough I could see female too.

Ｉ ＤＩＤＮ'Ｔ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＹＯＵ'Ｄ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＯ ＳＥＥ ＡＮＹ ＦＡＲＴＨＥＲ;



ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ;;
Well, there are lot's of things people say about his personality- but shall I start with this?
he is "off-putting, angry, and alienated with an inability to read social cues." Because of this, and because of the fact that his sour disposition is naturally repellent, he doesn't get along with other people very well, if at all. He is short-tempered and insensitive to others. He is not inherently harmful to anybody but himself because of his schizophrenic behavior, and is merely "dysfunctional" mentally and as a person rather than destructive.
I know that sounds harsh, and off-putting to myself- but it's all to true.
When I say he's Off-Putting.. I mean, his personality just makes you want to cringe away lightly, it's not settling. Some beans agree with this, and others say it's just how he is. Though, he has his reasons to let himself be like this. When I say he's only harmful to himself- I mean that by being so aggressive, he's only making people dislike him more. Though he is like this for a reason; people were always mean to him, and still are- in return, he became hateful and shy's away from others now. Although he is exceedingly sensitive to his own emotions, Ellis is extremely insensitive to other people's feelings up to the point of being unintentionally cruel and harmful. Although this is due to his extreme social awkwardness, he has a knack for making other people miserable, and even afraid. Most likely, he doesn't realize how toxic he is to other people. Even though he's an exceedingly troubled, pitiful person, he brings a great deal of misery upon himself, by being mean, rude, and obnoxious to everyone around him who even remotely disagrees with him. Although the circumstances of how he came into existence and became a sourpuss are regrettable and depressing at best, a great deal of his unhappiness is self-inflicted due to his steadfast willingness to stay unhappy and impose that unhappiness on others when the opportunity arises. He seems to suffer from many mental and emotional issues. He is overly-sensitive, touchy, and high-strung, and easily offended, but tries his best and is under the delusion that he is doing the right thing. I say that his sour temper and perpetually unhappy disposition are due to a combination of his willingness to stay bitter, and circumstances that caused him to be this way; I mean I know he shouldn't act this way, but he has the right- I suppose. Ellis expresses complete misery over his loneliness and isolation. Now, Ellis is not dead... no he is not a zombie! people just assume he is, and spread rumors around about the 'zombean!' ahuh. He is just.. zombie, like... shall we say? you will understand this once you read the below statements and such. Though he seems hateful, and all as said above- he is just lonely. He know's he puts thing off the wrong way, but he's scared he might hurt some one. He's far to scared to become close to anyone encase he hurts them. And no one bothers to try and be kind to him any more, so why bother trying- right?



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He didn't expect you'd get this far, but apparently- you did. Are you ready? ready to be strangely terrified, yet sympathetic? Well, hold onto your pants because here we go!

Ellis grew up with his parents, typical. Like any other beans childhood. Though, there was always something odd about him- he was never like the other kids. His parents took him inside one day when he was playing outside, as he was shying away from the other young ones with a troubled look upon his pale face. Of coarse they were concerned, he looked like he wanted to cry. When they asked him what was wrong, he just looked up at them with a nervous expression, and backed away a little.
So, so on and so forth- they took him to the hospital. Just to make sure everything was okay. The doctor looked him over carefully, and thoroughly. They disappeared into a room, so they could do some brain tests. The Doctor came out with a baffled, semi-horrified expression. He stated that Ellis had schizophrenia. His parents were devastated, of coarse they would be... but Ellis, he was just as saddened. It dug at him, and bothered him until he couldn't stand it anymore.
As his disorder worsened, he began to act strange, so strange. He moved lithely, like a weapon, and acted like.. well- a Zombie.
Eventually, his parents didn't even want him around. They sent him away, and this killed him to his very core. Have you ever heard the statement; 'Those who are heartless, once cared too much'? well- this is all to true, for poor Ellis. He lived on his own, becoming more and more hateful every day, every moment. Of coarse, he was still young. He was only thirteen years old! He couldn't feed himself. And what did his mind tell him? this one thought popped into his head.. gruesome and vulgar as it was- he listened.. did he ever. The thought told him to- eat another bean. And, without thought- it happened. I wont go into detail, but I'm sure you can guess. This was odd, as well. Because Jelly Bean Dragon's didn't eat meat! let alone there own kind.
From that moment on, he continued doing it, maybe three more times till he realized what he was doing, and couldn't stand it any more. He sat in the woods, sobbing- for he was alone, with no one. No parents, no friends.. and no family. He got over his crying fit, and walked into the street, wandering aimlessly. He was very thin now- but his zombie like appearance and blood stained fur made beans scream and run in terror. He shy'd away, flinching at there loud hollers and yowls. He backed into a bean with a spray bottle full of some sort of cleaning agent. The male bean jumped in surprise, spraying the liquid into Ellis's eyes by mistake. Ellis could never see properly, and he walked around aimlessly, the world blurry. So of coarse he would look like a zombie!
He was scared to wander around other beans now, afraid he would be harmed.. like he harmed others. until I found him, that is. He shy'd away of coarse, not being sure weather to trust me or not. Though I showed him affection, and care- what he longed for. He moved in with me, and though his past never shook off, and his few minor flaws are still with him- he is much more happy, and less... scary.

ＷＨＡＴ ＤＩＧＳ ＡＴ ＭＥ？;;
Ellis has a, condition- you could say.
What do I mean? Well, I'm not sure how I could explain it.
Ellis has a disorder, that makes him fond, of the same species flesh. He has a need to be cannibalistic. Though, he can control it well- there has been a few times that he took a chunk out of someone. This digs at him so badly, why you ask?
He constantly has a little voice in the back of his mind, telling him to kill... and eat others. Yet, he doesn't want to. Wouldn't that drive you mad? just simply crazy?
This makes him less likable for sure, and many are nervous and scared around him. This also adds to the zombie assumption, and others are sure he is somehow a zombie. He thinks this is ridiculous, but others don't.
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Schizophrenia;
Yes, poor Ellis has Schizophrenia. It impacted him a lot through out his life, but that's okay- he deals with it well and it hardly bothers him any more. Though this did bring upon him... another- quite.. terrifying disorder.
Cannibalistic tendencies;
this- is not truly a disorder. It is merely part of his other disorder. It causes him to want and do this.Of coarse, it's like having a whole other disorder.
Partial Blindness;
Ellis suffers from partial blindness, which give his eyes a pink and white tint. He can hardly see, but seems to be able to move amazingly, and lithely without tripping.Though, sometimes he will make a mistake and tumble. This doesn't bother him much any more, though it adds to the zombie effect.
ＩＴＥＭＳ/ＡＣＣＥＳＳＯＲＩＥＳ;;
Ellis's item's are something he enjoys greatly. Of coarse, he likes them because he can take attention off of his zombie like features, and maybe make people pay attention to something other, than that.
- a small hoop earing in his right ear, to take attention away from the nick in his ear he got while fighting with another bean.
- Sometime's.. when he's alone- he wears big geek glasses. Just when he needs to read or something else.
- In his pouch, he keeps some candy, mostly for when he gets that.. need. It takes his mind off of it.
- He has a little vile of blood, he carries it around. Some assume it's the blood of his victims, or, the blood of his parents. No- it's his own. He only has it because when he was in the woods, that time when he was younger- he hurt himself and began bleeding, not wanting to get it everywhere, he bleed into the vile. Honestly, at first he just shoved it into his pouch, not having a place to put the foul liquid, but now; it's kind of his lucky charm.

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phan • tom also fan • tom { fntm }

n.
• a ghost or an apparition.
• An image that appears only in the mind; an illusion.
• Something elusive or delusive.
• Something dreaded or despised.

. Rattle his bones, Over the stones, Its only a pauper, Who nobody owns. .

Personality -
Phantom? Zombie-like? No, not personality wise. Not at all. Phantom is practically mute. He never speaks and it comes down to not waning to say the wrong thing and upset people. Phantom is as kind as you can get, but he finds it hard making friends and people tend to avoid him because of this. They assume him to be antisocial or not want friends because he cant get out the words to explain how he feels. This is also why he doesn't have, and has never had, a girlfriend - he feels that what he has to say isn't enough. He is a bit of a doormat and does as people say, and if he ever does anything wrong he ends up confessing because he feels bad. He cant lie or use blackmail because the guilt simply overpowers him. The thought of harming someone is simply disgusting to him.
Phantom, when on his own, is actually quite adventurous and curious. Its only around others that he is afraid of hurting them. He is often reading or drawing, and is extremely artistic. His art isn't necessarily 'good' or realistic in the same way as some other pieces, but it has a lot emotion and imagination put into and it has a feeling that you don't often find on canvas. He gets upset quite easily whenever someone is unkind to him. He cries a lot, too.

Why is he distressed -
How can I explain this? Perhaps a bit of history will clear things up...
Phantom had a hard life. He was tough, but when you haven't got anyone left, its all you can do to stay alive. He didn't have to go to school - I wasnt bullies. It wasn't as simple as that. Things were just difficult.
People call Phantom a Zombie, and, though that's impossible, its kind of true. Phantom killed himself. He couldn't cope anymore, and in the end he left his shoes on the edge of the water and walked into the ocean. He was dead for a few minutes before the hospital revived him again. When Phantom awoke, he saw the empty room around him. He picked up the small black letter on the table. It had a handwritten note inside. Unfortunately, whilst we managed to save you, your mother wasn't as lucky. -Vic. His mother had killed herself. And she had succeeded, unlike him. Who was Vic? He didnt know, but the name stayed with him for the rest of his life. Phantom went to the psychiatrist a few times and got better, but the pain inside never left. His own mother died because of him. That's what he is distressed about.
Getting close to others.
Hre doesn't want to hurt them again.

Username : Falafel Pie
Name : : Phantom
Gender : : Male
Age : : Eighteen
Birthday : : eighth of August

Im sorry its so short and so ugly- I had someone prettying it but they didn't have time to before it closed.
Good luck to everyone :c

[hamkid]

hmmmmmmm so awesome :U
Reservin' the name Curse. No stealies! >:l got form set up but not done

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[JBD #593 - Important information]

[Username:]

lemondropkitten.
But feel free to call me Lemondrop or Lemon, I don't mind c;

[Name:]

Liz.
Her full name is Lizzie, but most just call her Liz or Liz-Liz.

[Name meaning:]

The name Lizzie means 'God's promise' or 'God is my oath.' The meaning of the name doesn't relate at all to Liz's personality, and the name Lizzie was chosen not for its meaning, but simply for the sound and look of the name itself.

[Gender:]

Female.
When I first saw her, I immediately thought female. I'm not sure why, I just did. I suppose I could see her as a male, but really, I mostly see a female.

[Psychical traits:]

Ears; Liz's scarred and tattered ears are from when she was very young and still living in the wild, sick and so skinny you could see her ribs under her fur. Anyway, two young human boys saw her at the edge of the woods, and had no idea what she was, so they chased her. Liz was terrified, and so she ran as fast as she could, eventually ending up in a thicket of brambles and nettles. While running through the patch, Liz's ears were terribly torn and scratched at, as well as clumps of fur. The wounds on her ears quickly became infected, and without medical care, they didn't heal correctly, leaving her with scarred and torn ears.

Eyes; Liz's eyes were never right. From when she first hatched, everything was blurry and distorted, though her eyes were not entirely pale pink but a pinkish green. After she was abandoned, and she grew sick and weak, her eyesight deteriorated even more, and failed her completely after she got a nasty kick from a rabbit who thought she was a very strange looking rabid coyote. Her eyes became infected, like her ears, and even after she was rescued and her eyes treated, her eyes still were a blank, milky pinkish/white color. Now Liz is not entirely blind, she can see in shades of black and gray and white, movement, shadows, and light. But that is all.

Fur; Liz's fur was unusually flat and thin from the time she hatched. Roaming through the forest, going through bramble and nettle patches and occasionally running into a wild animal who may have bit or scratched her, and also her sickness, parasites, and fleas, caused her to lose a lot of fur, mostly in round patches. The rest of her fur became harsh, rough, dirty, and caked with mud. By the time she was rescued, she only had a few patches of fur here and there left. After getting bathed and treated, however, her fur has started to slowly grow back, still very thin as it was when she was hatched, but growing back all the same. Her fur, however, will probably never be as soft as other beans and will always be fairly rough.

Voice; Liz's voice is throaty and almost sounds like a low growl. This is mostly from lack of use, as she never talked in the wild, where she almost never made a sound so to not attract predators. She never learned to talk until she was rescued, and she still isn't very good at it. She often mispronounces words, and most of the time she just makes groans, wailing moans, and raspy screeches for unknown reasons, making her seem even more zombie-like.

Pretty much, all of Liz's zombie qualities were caused by being exposed to the elements when she was abandoned and while she was living in a dark and dangerous forest, where she was being hunted by predators, was sick, had parasites, fleas, and a lot of other stuff, too. She did not, however, have any real, long term disease that caused her to act like a zombie. In fact, now that she is being cared for and treated, she has become quite energetic, but still a little shy and timid.

[What makes her distressed:]

Not a lot of things make Liz distressed. She is an overall calm bean, and quite rational, and no one really knows much about her. However, one thing that almost everyone knows about is what makes her distressed. And what is that, you may ask?
Carrion birds. Liz has Ornithophobia of crows, vultures, buzzards, and really any type of swooping bird that snacks on carcasses. But those mentioned are the ones she fears the most. When she sees a carrion bird, she either runs and hides or tired to make herself as small as possible by curling up into a little ball and curling her tail protectively around herself. She truly believes that if a carrion bird saw her, it would swoop down and devour her. This fear may have been caused by when, before she was rescued from the wild, was very weak and sick and various carrion birds were probably circling above her, sensing a sick and dying animal and were waiting to have a chance to snack on her. They may have also actually swooped down at her, as sometimes carrion birds will attack sick or injured animals. Liz never talks much about why she is afraid of carrion birds. Any mention of carrion birds will cause Liz to curl up into a little ball and squeak and whimper in terror until someone assures her there are no carrion birds around.

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By me; xxx