My name is Rorii Lee Johnson, but you can call me Lee or Rorii. I am 18 years old. I use the mens room and I am in love with the female and male genders.
My life:
I am a reanimated corpse. No, I am not a zombie. I am not rotting, and I do not have limbs falling off all over the place. In my life, I was born, raised, and I died in a fire. Thankfully, I was not burned to death. I died of smoke inhalation, and have no burns anywhere on my body. A great woman brought me back. I worked for her for a year or two, and left. All I have to show of my death are scars and stitches throughout my body- They're not even visible with clothes on. I have no heartbeat. I am dead. I am perpetually stuck in the age I died in, so I roam the country trying to fit in. It's not fun, being a 'zombie.' When I was brought back to life, I gained some abilities from my 'mistress.' I'm still learning how to use them.
How I act:
I'm not quite sure how to describe myself. I believe I'm fairly polite, I tend to get along with most gents and ladies. A bit of a joker, but nothing too extreme, and quite the romantic. But perhaps there's a more.. Devilish side to me that I haven't taken note of?
