I needed to post my main character's bio somewhere, so this zombie thread will do nicely.
Name: Ol' Rab
Appearance: A large, shaggy honey badger covered in hundreds of scars. He looks like the kind of creature you could feed a coffin nail to, and get it back the next day tied in a knot. Comes complete with long, stone sharpened digging claws and a dirty referee jersey that he never takes off.
Race: Honey Badger
Age: Nobody knows. The general consensus is old, but if that were the case he'd be too feeble to kill neighborhood guard dogs as a hobby.
Bio: Ol' Rab was born and raised out in Mother Africa. Every day he had to deal with cats, and not the cute kind. For many years he reigned as an apex predator in the South Sahara, not because a pride of lions couldn't kill him, but because they were afraid to try.
Things changed, however, when a family of Anglo-Scottish tourists found him and decided to bring him to America. Ol' Rab is a grumpy one, but he knew a good opportunity had come. He could get fat in America, retire in comfort instead of suffering the eventual fate of a cruel death when at last he no longer had the spunk to fight off other carnivores.
Now life is indeed easy for Rab. Too easy. Ironically missing the bloodshed of Africa, he spends his days participating in feline gang wars. Needless to say, he often has quite a bit of trouble finding willing opponents, to the degree that he frequently will waddle into the midst of a battle and flop onto his back for a light nap.