Sinbad Tulck

   The rain fell from the sky in sheets upon the already soft ground; water, mud, and clay swirling in miniature eddies that sucked in leaves and other such rubbage. Truly this was a night of dead things: dead leaves, a dead sky, and a single dead body sitting in it's grave atop a hill. Suddenly, a bolt of lighting erupted from the sky, shattering the tranquil night and the corpse's tombstone. A horrid, unnatural thing began to occur from that single bolt of lightning: blood began to flow, synapses began to snap, and a steady heartbeat began to pound inside of the dead body.
   As if awakening from a dream, the man's eyes shot open; his hand instantly flew to his now beating heart. Wild and afraid, he began to look at his surroundings with cold, black eyes. His white hair stood in stark contrast to the gloomy night as he scanned his new birthplace. Nothing around him could elicit any memories from his still recovering brain, and he yelled into the cold, wet night a scream that echoed and reverberated with a cry of anguish and solitude.
   As he fell to his knees, he spied his shattered tombstone; the final remembrance of a man, now reduced to rubble. He scrabbled at the broken pieces of rock, frantically trying to discover his identity, something those who have one take for granted. The rain stung his eyes, but he reassembled the pieces as best he could by the dim light of the moon. It took him several tries before he made what could be called a name.
   "Sinbad Tulck" the man said, reading the broken rocks as best as he could remember. Even as he read it, he knew something was wrong, but he was to tired from his recent rebirth to attempt again. "Sinbad Tulck," he said once more as he began to head for the shelter of the nearby forest, "That'll have to do for now."

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   Sinbad wandered the forest for hours, finally coming to a tall building set in the middle of a clearing. It looked brand new. He approached the imposing place only to be stopped by a piercing call from above.
   "Hey! What're you doing out there? Get in here now!" the voice called. Unwilling to argue in his current state, Sinbad shuffled into the warmth and relative safety of the Program headquarters, where he was instantly seized, processed, and prepared for the next Battle Royale. His real identity was now lost to him as his new name was added to their records.
   "Name: Tulck, Sinbad. Status: Recently deceased. Profession: New contestant."

Name: Sinbad Tulck
Nickname: Sin
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Undead, formerly Caucasian
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Black
Skin Color: White, but with a sickly grey tinge.
Profession: Battle Royale contestant
Outfit: Standard issue BR clothes
Items in bag:
- Coil of rope (100 feet)
- 2x4 (4)
- Bear skin rug
- Permanent marker (5)
- King James Bible

Skills: Surprisingly adept at fighting and quick thinking. Very resourceful. Can talk to and see the dead. His tolerance for pain is insanely high, borderline non-existent. In addition, the less aware he is of a wound, the less it hurts. So if he had a giant gaping hole in his back, he would just have a sore back, but if someone cut his arm off, he would hurt more because he could see it. This is because his brain has trouble relating pain to a wound, so the more he knows about the extense of the wound, the better his brain knows how it should hurt. Full range of skills is unknown.

Other: His reanimation has caused him to develop amnesia, and his memory comes back to him in bits and pieces. Not much is known about him, and he isn't exactly trying to tell anyone. He has multiple scars, the most prominent being the one over his heart, as it is in the shape of unknown archaic ruins. He also has a long one that circumnavigates his entire skull, which is mostly hidden by his hair. Due to the recovery from his "illness", he can talk to and see spirits. He can also contact a person's spirit by touching their body. A related ability is to see the ghosts of a memory, events that have been permanently tied to a place or thing either by some extreme emotion or relevance to history; effectively postcognition. Plagued by occasional hallucinations.