Information and Background
Character: Jun Matsumoto
Journal: Naki_Jun
Band/Solo/Ethnicity: member of ARASHI, Japanese
Race: Zombie human
Occupation: Actor/model and medical research subject/assistant
Character History: Please be as elaborate as possible with this.
Jun Matsumoto was born and raised in New Orleans Louisana. His parents were born in the U.S.A. but his grandparents were born in Nara, Japan. He can speak Japanese because his grandparents paid for lessons but he's not entirely fluent. He's got an older sister but they haven't seen each other since Jun moved to New York several years ago to become an actor and a model.
Jun was turned into a zombie within one week of moving to New York City. He was on his way to a blind date and was hit by a car. Driven by his date. A small child who was witness to the event accidentally raised him from the dead and turned him into a zombie. His date was never convicted of vehicular manslaughter since Jun was partially alive.
As a zombie Jun needs to eat human flesh and organs to 'survive'. If he doesn't eat he begins to decay and fall apart. But because he is constantly ravenous, he has a hard time knowing when he should actually eat. The fact that his head falls off or his arm drops offs is a cue that maybe he should actually eat something. The detached pieces will, if held in place, reattach once he's eaten something. Skin that has dried or split open or scabbed or turned a funny color goes back to normal. Skin that has peeled off doesn't reattach but does grow back. He can make-do with animal organs if he absolutely has to but it won't fix him, just stop anything else from falling off.
His FAMILY does not know he's a zombie. He's afraid his parents would shrilly demand him home if they knew that New York had turned him into a zombie. They were bad enough when he went, convinced that he'd be killed.
Jun still follows his dream of being an actor and a model but it's tough to make a name for yourself even if you're living--and some people in the industry know that he's not. He does a lot of shampoo commercials. He suppliments his income by being a research test subject or 'assistant'. Sometimes he'll have organs planted inside of him as they ready it for transplant. He's a pretty solid incubator for them and it seems to work better than carting them around in ice. He tries to eat a salt free diet because one rumored way of sending a zombie back to the grave is feeding it salt. He's not ready for that yet and so he does a lot of his own cooking.
He ages normally as well. At least he is fairly sure he does. Eating organs and flesh keep him 'fresh' but he's not immortal.
Jun's a pretty regular guy, all things considered, if you can discount the idea that he's undead and that he is in love with fashion.
RP Sample: At least 100 words.
"CUT!" called the director. "That's a wrap! We've got it in the can!"
Jun didn't stick around to hear what else the woman might have to say. During the last reset the makeup girl who had come to fix his face had given him a slightly nervous look and had backed away quickly. Given the way his forehead was itching and how much longer this commercial had taken to get right, Jun was sure he knew what was going on.
Giving the set a cool look, Jun left the room as regally as possible and went straight to the wardrobe room where he had left his things. Once there he leaned close to the mirror.
"Shit." he said meaningfully as he pushed back the smooth, shiny, silky, raven dark fall of hair that swooped oh-so-dashingly across his forehead. He had a huge split in the skin just under it. It wasn't bleeding, they never did, but it was red and angry looking and turning black at the edges. "SHIT," he repeated loudly. It wasn't as though he'd brought a lunch with him. This was supposed to be only a morning's worth of work.
Now he was going to have to find the nearest butchers and hope that they had something he could eat until he could get home or to the hospital.
Fuck it, he decided as he stripped out of the towel he'd been wearing on set. If he had to eat animal parts, he was going to get brains.
Journal: Naki_Jun
Band/Solo/Ethnicity: member of ARASHI, Japanese
Race: Zombie human
Occupation: Actor/model and medical research subject/assistant
Character History: Please be as elaborate as possible with this.
Jun Matsumoto was born and raised in New Orleans Louisana. His parents were born in the U.S.A. but his grandparents were born in Nara, Japan. He can speak Japanese because his grandparents paid for lessons but he's not entirely fluent. He's got an older sister but they haven't seen each other since Jun moved to New York several years ago to become an actor and a model.
Jun was turned into a zombie within one week of moving to New York City. He was on his way to a blind date and was hit by a car. Driven by his date. A small child who was witness to the event accidentally raised him from the dead and turned him into a zombie. His date was never convicted of vehicular manslaughter since Jun was partially alive.
As a zombie Jun needs to eat human flesh and organs to 'survive'. If he doesn't eat he begins to decay and fall apart. But because he is constantly ravenous, he has a hard time knowing when he should actually eat. The fact that his head falls off or his arm drops offs is a cue that maybe he should actually eat something. The detached pieces will, if held in place, reattach once he's eaten something. Skin that has dried or split open or scabbed or turned a funny color goes back to normal. Skin that has peeled off doesn't reattach but does grow back. He can make-do with animal organs if he absolutely has to but it won't fix him, just stop anything else from falling off.
His FAMILY does not know he's a zombie. He's afraid his parents would shrilly demand him home if they knew that New York had turned him into a zombie. They were bad enough when he went, convinced that he'd be killed.
Jun still follows his dream of being an actor and a model but it's tough to make a name for yourself even if you're living--and some people in the industry know that he's not. He does a lot of shampoo commercials. He suppliments his income by being a research test subject or 'assistant'. Sometimes he'll have organs planted inside of him as they ready it for transplant. He's a pretty solid incubator for them and it seems to work better than carting them around in ice. He tries to eat a salt free diet because one rumored way of sending a zombie back to the grave is feeding it salt. He's not ready for that yet and so he does a lot of his own cooking.
He ages normally as well. At least he is fairly sure he does. Eating organs and flesh keep him 'fresh' but he's not immortal.
Jun's a pretty regular guy, all things considered, if you can discount the idea that he's undead and that he is in love with fashion.
RP Sample: At least 100 words.
"CUT!" called the director. "That's a wrap! We've got it in the can!"
Jun didn't stick around to hear what else the woman might have to say. During the last reset the makeup girl who had come to fix his face had given him a slightly nervous look and had backed away quickly. Given the way his forehead was itching and how much longer this commercial had taken to get right, Jun was sure he knew what was going on.
Giving the set a cool look, Jun left the room as regally as possible and went straight to the wardrobe room where he had left his things. Once there he leaned close to the mirror.
"Shit." he said meaningfully as he pushed back the smooth, shiny, silky, raven dark fall of hair that swooped oh-so-dashingly across his forehead. He had a huge split in the skin just under it. It wasn't bleeding, they never did, but it was red and angry looking and turning black at the edges. "SHIT," he repeated loudly. It wasn't as though he'd brought a lunch with him. This was supposed to be only a morning's worth of work.
Now he was going to have to find the nearest butchers and hope that they had something he could eat until he could get home or to the hospital.
Fuck it, he decided as he stripped out of the towel he'd been wearing on set. If he had to eat animal parts, he was going to get brains.