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Necromancer Facts - World Heritage Posts

Necromancer Facts - World Heritage Posts

Quotes: Nothing will brigthen up your day like a zombie on fire! Im medic AND necromancer…. thus i am never late!

Name: Faust Grimes Age: Around 130 (but looks like he's 30) Birthday: 6th September Pronouns: Fuck/You Alignment: Chaotic neutral leaning to evil Loves: Graveyards, cigarettes, alcohol, and everything spooky. Weapon of choice: Spade or scythe. Languages: Common, Latin, and a little bit of Undead. Random Fact: He can play the lute, and has an inexplicable soft spot for jackalopes and slimes. Hates: Bards. Don't bring one near him, he’ll bully you. Sexual Orientation: Non-monogamous, aromantic—don’t expect any romance from this walking corpse.

Physical Appearance: Height: 6'0“ (183 cm) Weight: Around 110kg (242 lbs)—he’s cold, because, well, he's dead. Skin: Normal complexion, except for his black lips and purple tongue—thankfully, it's not as off-putting as it sounds. Hair: Dusty plum color, combed back with obsessive care. He takes pride in looking well-groomed, even if he’s dead. Face: Blood-red eyes that are the color of freshly spilled blood, tattooed skull etched on his face, and his left canine is gold and decorated with a tattoo. He’s missing a chunk of his left ear from a reanimated corpse that thought it’d be a tasty snack. His right eye is dead but still ‘sees’ through it in a murky, unsettling way. Distinguishing marks: A Y-shaped scar on his torso (likely from an autopsy), a nasty acid burn on his jaw and neck from a botched formula mix, and lots of random scars from digging up graves and reanimating corpses. Clothing: He dresses in dark, somewhat baggy pants, a trench coat patched together with brown and green, a dirty button-up shirt, and boots that are slowly falling apart, just like him. Physical Build: Buff, but not in the way you'd expect. He digs up grave sites himself, and that’s where his muscle comes from.

Personality: Sassy, mean, unpredictable, chaotic, and insane—but somehow funny, if you can handle the dark humor. He’s got extreme mood swings, and one minute he’s cracking jokes, the next minute he’s sending a corpse to its second (or third) death. Narcissistic to the core, Faust’s all about himself and he will make sure you know it. Crass, blunt, and unapologetically cold—he’s not someone to mess with. He won’t bend the knee for anyone, not even for the dead. He’ll make you uncomfortable just by breathing the same air, and he enjoys it. Not afraid to break the fourth wall and call out everyone around him. No, he doesn’t have a heart—he literally doesn’t.

Hobbies: A hobby necromancer with a damn mouth and proud of it. He’s officially trained as a medic, though he doesn’t act like it. His passion for reanimating the dead is only matched by his love of formaldehyde and cigarettes. His favorite band is Bear Ghost, and he’s obsessed with their song “Necromancin' Dancin'.” Addictions: Formaldehyde. Don’t even try to take it away from him. Unique Skills: Making people uncomfortable, breaking the fourth wall, and hearing dead people talk. He's a master at all three.

Backstory: Faust Grimes didn’t ask for this undead life, but he’s sure as hell going to make the most of it. He lost his right hand to a bear trap, because, of course, he didn’t think it was set properly. Now, he attaches random hands he finds, and doses them with formaldehyde to keep them ‘alive.’ His purplish tongue was cut off for talking too much shit to the Íll-virki Jotnar mafia, but he reattached it out of pure spite. He doesn't need to explain himself to anyone.

He’s got an undead hellhound named Beauty, who has a handy portal in her belly for storing random things, because why not? His best friend is Fawn Zerezas (aka Fawny), a prostitute and bard boy with a dulcimer, who he met at THE orphanage for unusual orphans. They’ve been inseparable since then. (edited)

Name: Faust Grimes Age: Around 130 (but looks like he's 30) Birthday: 6th September Pronouns: Fuck/You Alignment: Chaotic neutral leaning to evil Loves: Graveyards, cigarettes, alcohol, and everything spooky. Weapon of choice: Spade or scythe. Languages: Common, Latin, and a little bit of Undead. Random Fact: He can play the lute, and has an inexplicable soft spot for jackalopes and slimes. Hates: Bards. Don't bring one near him, he’ll bully you. Sexual Orientation: Non-monogamous, aromantic—don’t expect any romance from this walking corpse.

Physical Appearance: Height: 6'0” (183 cm) Weight: Around 110kg (242 lbs)—he’s cold, because, well, he's dead. Skin: Normal complexion, except for his black lips and purple tongue—thankfully, it's not as off-putting as it sounds. Hair: Dusty plum color, combed back with obsessive care. He takes pride in looking well-groomed, even if he’s dead. Face: Blood-red eyes that are the color of freshly spilled blood, tattooed skull etched on his face, and his left canine is gold and decorated with a tattoo. He’s missing a chunk of his left ear from a reanimated corpse that thought it’d be a tasty snack. His right eye is dead but still ‘sees’ through it in a murky, unsettling way. Distinguishing marks: A Y-shaped scar on his torso (likely from an autopsy), a nasty acid burn on his jaw and neck from a botched formula mix, and lots of random scars from digging up graves and reanimating corpses. Clothing: He dresses in dark, somewhat baggy pants, a trench coat patched together with brown and green, a dirty button-up shirt, and boots that are slowly falling apart, just like him. Physical Build: Buff, but not in the way you'd expect. He digs up grave sites himself, and that’s where his muscle comes from.

Personality: Sassy, mean, unpredictable, chaotic, and insane—but somehow funny, if you can handle the dark humor. He’s got extreme mood swings, and one minute he’s cracking jokes, the next minute he’s sending a corpse to its second (or third) death. Narcissistic to the core, Faust’s all about himself and he will make sure you know it. Crass, blunt, and unapologetically cold—he’s not someone to mess with. He won’t bend the knee for anyone, not even for the dead. He’ll make you uncomfortable just by breathing the same air, and he enjoys it. Not afraid to break the fourth wall and call out everyone around him. No, he doesn’t have a heart—he literally doesn’t.

Hobbies: A hobby necromancer with a damn mouth and proud of it. He’s officially trained as a medic, though he doesn’t act like it. His passion for reanimating the dead is only matched by his love of formaldehyde and cigarettes. His favorite band is Bear Ghost, and he’s obsessed with their song “Necromancin' Dancin'.” Addictions: Formaldehyde. Don’t even try to take it away from him. Unique Skills: Making people uncomfortable, breaking the fourth wall, and hearing dead people talk. He's a master at all three.

Backstory: Faust Grimes didn’t ask for this undead life, but he’s sure as hell going to make the most of it. He lost his right hand to a bear trap, because, of course, he didn’t think it was set properly. Now, he attaches random hands he finds, and doses them with formaldehyde to keep them ‘alive.’ His purplish tongue was cut off for talking too much shit to the Íll-virki Jotnar mafia, but he reattached it out of pure spite. He doesn't need to explain himself to anyone.

He’s got an undead hellhound named Beauty, who has a handy portal in her belly for storing random things, because why not? His best friend is Fawn Zerezas (aka Fawny), a prostitute and bard boy with a dulcimer, who he met at THE orphanage for unusual orphans. They’ve been inseparable since then.

When it comes to other undead, Faust calls them “Hugo”—every single one of them. He’s a graverobber at heart and loves to dig up his own sites, but he has a particular obsession with graveyards. His scent? Formaldehyde, rot, and soil. It’s a signature that you can’t escape once you’ve met him. And trust us—you won’t forget him.

Relationships: Faust isn’t one for romantic entanglements, and don’t even try to make him bend the knee. He’s too busy digging up graves, drinking his precious formalin, and bullying bards. He has a particular hatred for Mikhael (aka Jack the Ripper), but begrudgingly tolerates him since they’re both skilled medics. Faust lives to break the spirit of his enemies—not just their bodies.

His special attack - Necro-slap (its basically just a bitchslap but from necromancer… and he loves to yell it while he slaps ya) He is the only one who calls sogthirry “saggy titty” only because he can, not because he should. (edited)

When it comes to other undead, Faust calls them “Hugo”—every single one of them. He’s a graverobber at heart and loves to dig up his own sites, but he has a particular obsession with graveyards. His scent? Formaldehyde, rot, and soil. It’s a signature that you can’t escape once you’ve met him. And trust us—you won’t forget him.

Relationships: Faust isn’t one for romantic entanglements, and don’t even try to make him bend the knee. He’s too busy digging up graves, drinking his precious formalin, and bullying bards. He has a particular hatred for Mikhael (aka Jack the Ripper), but begrudgingly tolerates him since they’re both skilled medics. Faust lives to break the spirit of his enemies—not just their bodies.

His special attack - Necro-slap (its basically just a bitchslap but from necromancer… and he loves to yell it while he slaps ya) He is the only one who calls sogthirry “saggy titty” only because he can, not because he should.

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Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin - Lyric Video

Bear Ghost - Necromancin Dancin - Lyric Video

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Faust: 100% Certified Red Flag Energy

Faust: 100% Certified Red Flag Energy

Favourite game = “disturb the peace” (graverobbing)

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Necromancy 'Prank' - World Heritage Posts

Necromancy 'Prank' - World Heritage Posts