Post Mortem

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"No one gives a shit about who I was before I became the living dead and honestly...? That kind of works for me, because I don't remember anything before the moment I woke up like this."

The story goes like this: Boy meets girl, boy gets girl pregnant, boy marries girl to prove that he's a good man and has a little girl who he names Mia. Mia Post grows up as normally as anyone in Paragon City does, getting into the normal amount of teenage trouble and hijinks, and then eventually girl finds herself in a situation in which there's a bright light and then nothing. If you ask Mia about who she was before she was Post Mortem, she'll tell you she doesn't even remember the moment she died, let alone the moments before it.

The last thing she remembers is waking up, her skin an odd shade of blue (had it always been that way?) and her face stitched up strangely (again, is that even normal?.) She didn't know how her hands had gotten so strange or monstrous, one even showing a sort of black crinkling that went up to near her elbow — like a decay, but not seeming to fall apart or smell — and a few other bits and bobs that screamed to her "zombie." Selective amnesia, for sure. She remembered what a zombie was, remembered to call herself Mia... but everything else was sort of a hazy daydream.

What does one do when their death is unknown, their life is a question mark, and their afterlife seems all up in the air? Mia chose to go with the flow, embracing it all as normal with the same sort of ironic detachment as a jaded teenager and refusing to back down even when approached by the wiliest of pursuers.

"There isn't anything that's more important than him. I don't know how it happened or where we met but I know I belong with him... get off me."

Boy meets girl again, right? No, it's more like girl slams into boy in her attempt to find a safe space to hide out from... well, not exactly a mob — no pitchforks or fire — but surely at least some people who weren't keen on a living dead girl hanging out in their club and causing some issues when someone deigned to touch her and ask if she were truly dead. She's not without her sense of humor, mind you, but putting hands on her was the last thing anyone should do. One body flying through the air and crashing into some top-shelf liquor later and there were men with bats after he wanting recompense; she's dead, she doesn't exactly carry money nor have any to carry if she even wanted to, but what's a girl to do? She can't kill everyone after her, so she just sort of.... ran.

So Tuesday was just kind of there. You could call it wrong place, wrong time... but you could also say it was the right place, right time — that's how Mia looks at it. There are few people who are willing to take on a zombie, let alone two zombies even if neither of them is likely to do more than box someone's ears. Yes, they could rip you limb from limb but they're mostly good people, thank you very much, so why is everyone so itchy about the death and mayhem they could cause? It didn't matter, standing a head or so taller than her and now looking menacing without even trying, he was enough to scare off the men chasing her and it was love at the first death. That's how it works, right?

"Some stuff I can do, some stuff I can't... typical zombie shenanigans, really — with a little extra"

A little more than a zombie, but not by too much; she has powers beyond that of most zombies... the increased strength, immortality, ability to attach limbs to herself and manifest them as her own are all apparent. She retains a level of intelligence unlike some depictions of zombies and seems to be, for all intents and purposes, to be fully cognizant of what's going on around her.

Symbiotic Manifestation: When Mia came back she was able to manifest three perfect copies of herself for a short period of time, fully organic and with all the same powers and abilities as her (sans the replication); she's never looked into it and doesn't really question why it's a thing.
Immortality: Mia can raise from the dead, as most zombies seem to be able to, but she's even been known to manifest from seeming fatal attacks like having her head severed off or a bullet to the brain; not all zombies are created equally and she is (seemingly) immortal.
Pain Ignorance: Pain is a motivator in life, but for Mia it doesn't even register in death. She feels nothing so sometimes she'll be missing limbs before she even realizes she's been in anything close to a fatal situation; she has left behind limbs before.
Life Drain: The decay on Mia's left hand seems to be capable of pulling life from those around her, as long as they have some to give; with no effect on the undead, she generally keeps her hands to herself outside of the cases where it will either do nothing or someone has truly pissed her off.
Berserker: In that, Mia's rage is notorious and though she seems to show no emotion, when angered her eyes seem to glow somewhat and the magic that flows around her and keeps her alive seems more volatile; she goes into berserker mode, more or less, and destruction is her middle name.

"What's in a personality when you can't really feel much of anything? I'm dead serious... get it?"

Attractive Zombie It's not that she isn't a zombie or that her pieces don't randomly come off, but she's not putrescent and she has a sort of beauty to her, though perhaps it's in the eye of the beholder more than definitive.
Elite Zombie She might not be indestructible or all powerful, but for all intents and purposes she's beyond the normal ken of zombies; she is something special.
You Can't Kill What's Already Dead Beheading and bullets to the brain haven't seemed to do it yet but there has to be some way, right? Right???
Amnesiac Protagonist Catalyst What Mia doesn't remember about her life would probably kill her all over again, and might have been the route of her death to begin with.
Creepy Monotone Whether it's the fact that she feels almost nothing or just that she's always spoken that way, Mia's voice seems to lean towards the edge of creepy in her deadpan, monotone intonations.