The Necromancer

Real Name: Beau Toussaint
Renegade Name: The Necromancer
Title: The Cursed Vigilante
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Undead
Hair: White
Eyes: Cataract
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185lbs
Blood type: Grey Ichor


Beau is essentially a walking corpse; his skin is a sickly pale with only a touch of life to it, and his eyes have succumbed to cataracts, causing him to opt towards wearing sunglasses often. His fingertips have begun to blacken due to the corruption of his deal and Beau chooses to wear a face mask to cover up the fact that part of his mouth had begun to rot, leaving part of his teeth exposed on the right side.



Regardless of his choices that have brought him to this point…Beau’s heart isn’t as dead as it may seem. He is a caring and compassionate corpse, known for wanting to help those around him..though now it comes at a cost for not only him, but those caught in the crossfire. He is as level headed as they come, and not known for having the greatest sense of humor.

Beau’s eyes wander across the park, his chapped, cold lips forming a grin as he catches the sight of children playing. The corpse’s trembling hands reach for a pen, and begin to scribble in a worn down notebook. “None of this matters, and it’s likely no one will ever read this..but to whoever finds this…have you ever wondered how I became the way I am? A walking corpse, cursed to slither and writhe across this beautiful world..I was (emphasis on WAS) a normal teenager. I did alright in school, I had a wonderful girlfriend, I partied, I lived. Sometimes you can’t take those good things for granted; We had chosen to go to a friend's party(My girlfriend and I, if you couldn’t figure that out). He had bought alcohol, it was our first time ever drinking, and I had just recently gotten my license. Come to find out, I'm a bit of a lightweight and I needed to get my girlfriend home safely..next thing I remember, we’re wrapped around a power pole, and she’s not responding..brain damage they said, she might not wake up..I was under custody for involuntary manslaughter..rightfully so..Her friends kept me updated on her condition; her family cursed my name..I would too. I got a phone call in the middle of the night, apparently her heart had stopped, and all I could do was call out to anything that would answer..and answer something did. A voice called out to me, a gurgling voice, urging me to take my own life in a specific way..my life for hers, at a price. I agreed, and I carried out its demands. I could hear on the other side of the line, for those last few living seconds, the cheers of her friends as her heart began to beat again..I could hear it. It was pounding in my ears, deafening me..I could see IT. A black mass of ichor, eagerly flopping over itself towards me. “Well done.” it coughed; its glob like appendages making their way towards my wounds, inviting itself into my body through them. I could feel it grip my heart, beginning to pump it; bringing me back to ‘life’. I stumbled back to my feet, the world spinning around me. “We are one, my child..and she lives once again…she will not remember you, she will never acknowledge your existence, no matter how hard you try..and now, you do my bidding. Resist as you may, we shall remind this world of a name they longed to forget..Gholdon.”

Necromancy: Beau is capable of raising the dead, and commanding them to do his bidding. This can range from human corpses, to animal corpses.

Osteokinesis: Beau is able to cause bones to form and act in whatever way he wishes. From forming weapons, to bursting from corpses to attack his enemies, or covering him like armor; he uses what the dead no longer need.

Hematokinesis: Last but not least, Beau is able to manipulate the blood of the deceased. Just like his osteokinesis, he can use this to create weapons, to shield himself, or create traps.

Living Dead: Beau, while walking and talking..is still very much dead. Dismemberment, decapitation, lacerations, breaking bones..none of this affects him. He’ll just sew his parts back on, or take the flesh and bone from another corpse to repair himself.

Holy land/Blessed Objects: It doesn’t matter the religion, but objects of faith, or places of worship are the bane of Beau’s existence. Being touched by, or stepping foot in a place of faith causes Beau extreme pain.

Human durability: Regardless of being a walking corpse, there are no special attributes that make his body more resilient to damage.

This isn’t me: At times of great mental or physical stress, Gholdon may choose to take over. This causes Beau to act in ways that he would never dream of; this also progresses the curse placed on him.

The Curse of Eternal Life: Once Beau struck the deal with Gholdon, his soul was cursed. As it progresses, Gholdon gains more and more of a hold over his body, to use as a new conduit to the land of the living.

Glock 21: Beau carries a firearm as a means of leveling the playing field. He tends to carry two 13 round magazines +1 in the pistol.(3 altogether)

Kukri: Beau keeps a kukri on his hip at all times.


The dead that Beau raises are not special in any way, besides their inability to feel pain. Once their body is damaged enough, control is released and they crumble to the ground. The dangers lie in their numbers, and the bacteria they host.

Noodles: Noodles is Beau’s pet ferret that had passed away a few months prior to him gaining his powers. Noodles is usually found sitting on Beau’s shoulder or in his jacket pocket, poking his head out.

Even though his eyes are cataract, Beau is still able to see perfectly fine.