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Zosi has a minion!

Zosi loves the I-Love-You Doughnut

Zosi
Legacy Name: Zosi

The

Marsh Darkonite
Owner:

Aya

Age: 8 years, 2 months, 2 weeks

Born: February 6th, 2016

Adopted: 8 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: February 6th, 2016

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 17
Books Read: 17
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

-Disease makes him constantly hungry
-As a result, he is always eating
-Procures food from nowhere (magic? or just really good at hiding it?)
-Has a sweet tooth, or just favors high calories? (Banana, Apple, Doughnut, Ice cream sandwich, Snack cake)
-Workplace in the Commerce District of the Underground
-Does his job for free?
-Except you buy the ingredients from Weeper, they must have a profits sharing thing going on
-Friends with Weeper
-Alchemist/Magician titles
-Workplace referred to as an alchemist lab, formally known as the Alchove
-It's just out in the open? Like no structure or door or anything? (official art)
-Yet it is also described as being dimly lit and having walls, and a back room?? (plot introduction)
-Does he just live there, or in Weeper's sunken church? Or elsewhere, like the underground square?
-Explosions can happen in the lab, which might be why it's out in the open (if this open-ness is true, which it probs isn't)
-Weird spine barbs??
-Wearing three(?) necklaces
-Wears a head garment and pants, but no shirt .-.
-Possibly has a silver/iron mod for left eye?
-Was eye loss natural (fell/rotted out), or accidental due to injury?
-Are those symbols/runes carved into his back and left elbow?
-What meaning do they hold, if any?
-Knows many languages
-Fairly old
-Like so old (old as balls), especially for a zombie
-Surprisingly quite intact for an old zombie, unless he was old in the living sense and had seen much before he died/un-died
-Could just have been old in life, as well as old in his unlife
-When did he die/un-die?
-How did he die?
-How long has he known Weeper?
-Prominent accent
-Sassy as hell
-Deliberately tells you he has recipes of his own but keeps them to himself
-Has a great deal of these supposedly secret recipes just laying out in the open, but in so many different languages you can hardly understand any of them
-Has to have done this on purpose
-Offers you a snack cake and a banana, but does not have any shopkeeper art holding this food
-Who wrote the book on coping with his disease?

Site dialog:

Hello, craftsman. You want make something? Have many good things to make, but my recipes is secret. You want make your own recipes?

How do I craft something, I am confused?

There is many way to craft item, but I teach you easiest way. What you want to make, plushie? Okay, for make plushie you need:

You use that only, you get any special plushie come from Alchemy. But now you want special blue plushie? That is fine! Now you need:

You use that, you get any special plush come from Alchemy that is blue only, no other color. You want some other color like turquoise? That is fine, you put Blue Tincture and Green Tincture. You see how it goes?

Thanks! I am ready to try!

You good craftsman, you make shiny new ---.

Nothing make you can with that!

Bad craftsman! Cannot use items you not have!

Plot appearance/introduction:

At first glance, the dimly lit alchemist's lab seems empty. You take a moment to study the walls of the lab, which are papered in recipes written in a hundred different languages, only a few of which you recognize. Once your eyes have adjusted to the gloom, you notice someone sitting in the back room having a snack.

You knock on one of the tables, and the person, whom you can only assume is the Alchemist, gets up to greet you, still holding a sandwich in one hand and chewing ponderously.

Hi, I am looking for some information. The shop owner next door said you might be able to help. Have you had any unusual customers or noticed anything odd in the area, lately?

The Alchemist finished chewing and swallows. When he speaks, he has an unusual and heavy accent. You wonder if it is left over from his life before, or the product of some sort of damage to the face.

No. He says, unhelpfully.

Anything at all would really be helpful? I wouldn't be bothering people if it wasn't important.

The alchemist was about to take another bite of sandwich, but restrains himself just for you. How thoughtful!

You too young, how you can understand all the strange thing I seen? I am dead magician, everyday I see strange thing in mirror. Unable to resist the call of his snack any longer, he finishes it in two large bites.

You groan, and consider that you are going to think of a more specific way of asking, other than strange.

Alright. Compared to the normal level of strangeness in your life, or unlife, have you noticed anything or anyone that you would categorize as unusual or odd?

After finishing his sandwich, the alchemist immediately peels a slightly bruised banana and starts to devour it. You decide not the spend too much time thinking about where he was keeping it.

Yes, he says after a moment, I have seen fresh young corpse going, asking question.

Have you? Excellent, do you know where they went?

The Alchemist has now produced a packaged snack cake and is eating it simultaneously with the banana. This is getting both gross and weird.

Yes, they are here in room.

You clue in and sigh with frustration.

Very funny. Thanks for your time. Oh... uh, you seem pretty hungry. Are you alright?

The alchemist looks down at his hands, as if just now noticing the food.

Oh, is my diseases. Wundigosis. Always am hungry. You want? He produces another packaged snack cake and offers it to you.

While the packaging is sealed, it still looks pretty questionable. You decline politely and continue on your mission.