Cadaver

Height: 5'8"
Weight: Always changing.

Appearance: Due to the nature of her creation, Caddie looks very much like a child's favorite toy, sewn together with matching, if off-colored, parts in order to maintain a picture of what it once was. In a way, that's exactly what Caddie was. More on that later. She's a beauty, even in death, with a curtain of long blond hair and mis-matched eyes of sapphire and amber. She appears to be muscular, but it is all dead weight. Still, she maintains a healthy appearance, her curves pronounced beneath her casual clothing, cargo shorts and a plain black t-shirt. She carries with her a sack of different body parts, everything from eyes to limbs, to replace whatever gets lost in the event of an accident. Along with this, she also carries coarse sewing equipment, though she may ask for another to aid her with the piecework, as hers is a bit messy.

Caddie was an accident that should have never happened. Or perhaps it was simply an inevitable end for the decision in relations she had made.

In life, she was a rather morose individual who enjoyed the literal 'art of death'. Not that she was a sadist, mind you, or that she would rather see the living dead as opposed to just living, but instead she took the same joy in it that those who prep the corpses do when dressing them to look as they did in life, only asleep.

A photographer and a painter, with an alternate plan to one day become a funeral director, she got permission on several occasions, from both families and the local cemeteries, to immortalize the dead in her art. She would, in turn, give her art to the families who wanted it, and keep the ones unwanted for herself.

Eventually, her actions drew attention from a local gravedigger, a strange yet sweet young man who asked for her time one night and, in result, Caddie's art became her life.

Necromancy was rare in her hometown, but not unheard of. Whether asked for by the desperate grievers or sometimes those of a sickened mind, this was a special case where Caddie was involved. The gravedigger arranged her death as a very beautiful accident, a rooftop dinner that tipped over the edge in a crescendo of shared interests and connections, that ended with her in a spread of beautiful pieces, the last light of the day reflecting in dimming eyes, her last sight the face of the man who promised to make beauty of what she had become.

When her eyes opened again, unseeing, she appeared to be a cadaverous doll that was put together and preserved perfectly in order to make something wonderful. But the young gravedigger made a foolish, grave mistake, in trying to get Caddie to see the work for herself. It was a result of this folly that, with a wriggling bulge stretching the stitches and scars around her stomach, working slowly and, without success, to process him, that Caddie got used to her shambling new death and made her way out into the world.

It took several months, and a surprisingly easy court case, in order to bring her new life to fruition. She was welcomed, pity turning to acceptance with Caddie's own willingness to. From this, with the necessary access and exceptions, she became a citizen just like the others. Of course, it is much harder to keep herself pleasant, seeing as she has to constantly preserve her skin and try very hard to mask the scent of her death, but she manages.

Nowadays, she continues to work on her art and enjoy the sights through sketches and paintbrushes. This time, however, she rather enjoys both sides of time, life and death, and loves to show others anything from self-portraits to post-mortem. All it takes is a small request.