{Deciding the type of zombie to do for this was hard lol.

So I went with my own little creation for this one. Mylo, as the rp goes on, will be able to eventually function like a regular human, almost like he never died.

His various "human features" will come on slowly.}

Quotes
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"...!"

"...?"

"W...Why are you...Talking...To me still?"

Name:
Mylo Oswald

Nickname:
His "father" calls him Mimi on occasion.

Age:
Undetermined, though he looks to be in his late teens. He was only brought back to life a little over a month ago.

Gender:
Male

Species:
He was human once...Probably.

Sexuality:
Pansexual, but he doesn't know it.

Appearance (General):

Height:
5"6 1/2

Tattoos/Scars:
Mylo has stitches all over his body, and quite a few scars.

Personality:

Mylo, at the moment, is an emotionless, almost thoughtless shell. He does whatever he is told without question or hesitation. The undead boy doesn't know the difference between right and wrong yet, though he is slowly learning.

As his brain function returns, Mylo will begin to become a kind, caring male, if all goes well with the upbringing that his father is attempting to give him. However, as with any child, Mylo will develop his own personality one way or another.

Current residence:
With his father in Oswald manor

Occupation:
None

Backstory:

Mylo's first memories aren't much. The first things he remembers are darkness and silence, as neither his sight or hearing had developed yet. All he could do was move his head from side to side, which didn't help him much. Mylo barely had a sense of touch, but he could feel somebody moving him from place to place, and a slight feeling of warmth. He spent the first week of his life like that, maybe a little longer.

However, soon enough he was able to hear. That's when he properly met his father, the man who had brought him back from the dead, and learned the new name he had been given.

His father, once he knew Mylo could hear him, began teaching the boy whatever he could, though at the moment it's hard for him to tell what Mylo is and is not retaining. Mylo cannot yet speak, so he can't really answer.

Most recently, Mylo has gotten enough motion in his arms to move his wheelchair around by himself, and he can see just a bit. He's taken to spending any free time he has in front of the large window of his father's study, as he enjoys the way sunlight feels. It's one of the very few things he actually has an opinion on. Curtis has been teaching him to write so he can somewhat communicate.

Powers(if any):
He's already dead, so killing him is almost impossible.
He also doesn't need to eat or sleep, though he can.

Psychological/Health Issues (If any):
These will come up.

Family:

~Curtis Oswald {Father, creator, caretaker}

Relationship Status:
Single

Past Partners:
None

Likes:
~ The feeling sunlight
~ Being read to
~ His father

Dislikes:
~ The dark
~ Total silence

Pets:
None

Other:

Are you okay with smut: Yes/No?
Yes, but it'll be a while

Are you okay with Mpreg Yes/No?
Yes

Is your character a virgin Yes/No?
Yes

Position
Bottom

Turn-ons:
Find out

Turn-offs:
Find out

Optional:

Theme song
The song in the media doesn't really fit the rp, but it's cute so--

Scenario

You'd been working for Dr. Oswald for about three years now as his personal assistant, and you'd admit, he was a strange man. A genius, no doubt, but a strange man.

As long as you'd known him, you'd never heard him mention having a family. There were no pictures on his desk at work, like you'd expect a family man to have either. However, recently he'd mentioned his son to you. He never said much about him, normally it was just the reason why he was late coming in, or why he was leaving the lab early.

Last night was the most you'd heard about the boy. You'd learned his name was Mylo, that he couldn't see very well, he was almost entirely paralyzed, and that he was mute. The only reason Dr. Oswald had told you any of this information was because he needed your help to look after him while he was called out of town for the weekend. Dr. Oswald didn't seem to like the idea much, but he seemed to like the idea of flying his son halfway across the country even less.

And so, early Friday morning, instead of going to the lab to meet Dr. Oswald like usual, you instead went to his house with a suitcase.

The man was waiting for you at the top of the long steps, messing nervously with his suit. Beside him, there was a young boy in a wheelchair. His minty green eyes were looking blankly ahead, and he didn't seem to react at all to your approaching.

What do you do?