Real name: Dennis (Denny) Lloyd Brown
Occupation: Wanderer and Necromancer
Identity: Relatively Secret
Legal status: Legal Orphan
Other aliases: "Zombie-Boy", and any variety of
Zombie-related names (Frankenstein, Corpse, etc)
Place of birth: NYC
Marital status: Single
Known relatives: None
Group affiliation: Mansionite
Base of operations: Xavier's
First appearance: August, 2001
History:
Denny was born under the city, in one of the underground tunnels, to a confused whore. She'd thought she'd suffered from obesity... and then this little bundle came into the world. Dennis would never know who his father was, though he was lucky enough to be alive at all, if one could call it luck. His mother, then seventeen, left the baby at the side of a dumpster, and fled.
The boy's cries beckoned a pair out from their home, though. It wasn't a storybook ending at all, though, they didn't adopt him or fall in love with him. The pair called the cops immidiately, and little Dennis was taken in as a ward of the state. He spent his young existance going from household to household. Denny wasn't a bright kid, but he was average enough. He had a weird obsession with dragging in dead animals off the street. His first foster mother granted him a parakeet, and Denny killed it. He seemed to like the bird better that way. This, obviously, horrified the woman, and Denny was sent on his merry way, despite being five, and certainly, he hadn't known what he was doing.
Denny didn't have friends, really. The other boys felt a strong repulsion, though they could never explain it beyond, "Denny's gross!" to their parents. Denny noticed, but he couldn't do anything about it. He went on with his life as best he could, though he was an outcast at school. He didn't get beaten up, though, it was as if Denny really didn't exist in their midst.
The undertaker at the graveyard found Denny to be a common sight, and eventually asked him about it. Denny was fascinated by this man, though he wouldn't have admitted it, not really. He lied, and said he was visiting a dead brother's grave. The undertaker talked to him for a while, and eventually allowed the kid to come along when he did his job. Denny'd found his first real friend in this old man, the old man who ended up being named Earl. Denny talked to Earl like he'd never had a connection to anyone. Earl grew fond of the child, though he pitied him, too. This young, a loss of a brother must have caused something to really warp inside Denny to give him this bizarre fixation on death. Denny was oddly comfortable, even when Earl didn't feel so, in the company of the gravestones.
One night, though, Denny brought a dead cat home in a shoebox. He'd found it in a dumpster outside of the church. He felt a kinship and pity for the creature he couldn't explain to anyone. His folly was that he tried, when it was discovered due to the smell. His foster father couldn't take it, and Denny was added again to the list to move on.
But this time, thirteen year old Denny fled. He didn't really know where he was going. Maybe to Earl. He was rejected again by another family. Another family didn't understand or care for him, and he'd thought they had. He fled into the city, running blindly through the streets. And bad luck hit Denny another home run. He was hit by a car, a light green sedan. The car slammed into Denny's legs, broke both of them, and then crushed him under the wheels. The ambulance picked him up, but Denny had gone somewhere in his head. Shock was drilling into him. There was no pulse, no movement... and Denny was pronounced dead. Slid into the morgue of the hospital with plastic around him, Denny came around again from the shock. . Denny realized then that he was dead. A shiver passed through him. Then if he was dead... what WAS he, really? A Zombie?
The idea horrified yet also interested him as well. He hadn't died. This was a miracle. He tried to straighten out his legs, bending. They came, when he applied his hands. He discovered his powers. Denny was found by a doctor a few hours later. Who immediately called for help. It turned out the boy had suffered some kind of miracle. He was alive, and his legs were better. Had someone screwed up? It appeared someone had. Denny's foster parents, the pair who had been about to give him up, rushed to him when Denny was brought out, and praised the Lord. Denny didn't correct them. Maybe it was the Lord's doing.
Denny ended up wandering, and having several more equally dismal adventures, along which Earl told him he was from hell.... and had only a cat for a time. He killed himself countless times, suffered, highly suicidal, yet locked in. Even the homeless people could sense he wasn't quite 'Right', even if these days it was more that Denny felt they wouldn't like him, and made it so through his withdrawn behavior. Like he'd done so many other nights, he willed life into his body, and then cried. He couldn't cry when he was dead.
Eventually Remy and Solange found and discovered him, and brought him back to the Mansion (see logs). He as found something of a home there, as well as a close friend in Solange. He hasn't killed himself in a while.. though it's hard to tell if that will remain the case, or if the tears at night will return.
Height: 5'6" Weight: 115 lbs.
Eyes: Brown Hair: Black
Unusual physical characteristics: Covered in Scars and
marks, and often pale as death.
Strength level: Depends, normal when in human state,
higher otherwise.
Known superhuman powers: Denny has the ability to not
quite 'die' but to become a zombie when he takes
damage. He can also bring others back from death,
depending on various constraints (Think Pet Sematary),
and repair corpses.
Other abilities: Anatomy knowledge, and little else.
Weapons and paraphernalia:
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