Real Name: Diana
Age: 17?
Identity: Private
Birthplace: Unknown
Date of Birth: July 24, 1996
Known Relatives: None
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black
Grade: Junior
Dorm: Jones


Diana had a last name, a family, friends. But then she died. She was in a car accident at the age of 18. She thought she was alright, but the concussion in her head swallowed consciousness. The swelling in her head killed her shortly after the accident.

She does not know this.

Cut to the hospital, a Jane Doe tag on her toe. Unclaimed, as no one knew she was gone, lost. Family forgotten, Jane Doe was donated to science. Her new doctor was a madman, but told no one. He found her body perfect for his experiments. Reanimation of flesh combined with the dark arts of sorcery. He smiled at finding the perfect specimen.

She did not know this.

Cut to many different evenings, Diana saw only snippets of life. An occasional evening sky. A room. A man. Over and over, little moments. Disjointed, meaningless. Everything was a void, cold and empty.

This she learned.

Then one night her eyes opened of their own accord. Her surroundings familiar yet foreign. She rose and looked around the laboratory, got up and moved around. Everything was cold, numb, as if touched in the depths of sleep. She knew she didn't belong here, but she could not understand how she got here, or what she was doing…where to go…her memories were gone, her mind emptied by countless operations. She could barely function, as she staggered. Her skin, pale and white, her body frail and thin, yet strong. Stronger than she knew. She pushed the door open, and it came off its hinges. An alarm sounded in the house, and she ran.

Through a window and out into the night. Diana fled. She ran out in to the night not knowing where to go, what to do, who to talk to. She wanted to cry, but there was not water in her eyes. Running across a field in the middle of the night, she came upon a pond. She tried to drink, but there was nothing to taste in her hand. Everything stayed numb, dull. She felt robbed, angry, scared and lost. What to do? She was trapped.

When she made her way through the darkness, she found herself lost, wandering through the streets. When she tried to find her way home, she could not remember where it was. Her creator hunted her down and dragged her back to his lab, where he explained it all. He was a scientist, and learning about the brain, the body, and restoring life to dead tissue. Nothing could be done with science alone. He bought mystic components from a master of mystic arts. His name was Dr. Veritas.

Raising Diana as his daughter, he was an old man of some means. He ran more experiments on her, trying to heal her mind. However, the age of her brain was far more damaged. For many many years, Diana existed in a very childlike state. Finally after more than 30 years, she showed signs of improvement. But now Dr. Veritas was quite frail. There was little more that he could do, and Diana would never be able to return the favor of the experiment.

He contacted the Steranko Institute to take his creation before he passed away. Diana has little understanding of the real world, but is there to learn how to be herself again. And control the hunger that comes from her mystical elements, that made once living flesh into an undead beast. Raw meat is best for her, but in desperate hunger she can be rather…unforgiving in her desire for food.

RP Logs

Place RP Logs you want here.


Real Name: Diana Smith
Aliases: None
Age: Unknown
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 118 lbs.
Known Relatives: None

XP Log

This is where you record your XP gains and spends. Please remember to date them!

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License