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'Being cursed is okay... but it does make getting dates pretty tough! No one wants to go out with you on a second date after you go to the ladies room and leave an arm behind!'
Poor Satsui's had a rough time of it. Looking at her, you'd think she's a zombie, but that's not quite the case here. She's not dead, nor is she alive. She was actually seized by a curse, you see... a curse that locked her in this brutally damaged form and forced her to endure torturous days of pain and suffering and hardship. Unable to wholly die, her blood is to run free for eternity, showcasing to all her horrible deeds.
What did she do? She's not really sure, herself. This living dead girl's a bit of a space case, you see... the excruciating pain of her existence caused her former personality to lock itself away in the deepest recesses of her mind, and generated a new, simpler, ditzier Satsui, whose lack of common sense and knowledge about the world rendered the pain and suffering of the curse totally inert.
Of course, she's still got a dead girl's body, but she's trying to cope~! In fact, she's coping way too well... she doesn't much mind her current body, as rickety as it is. She can't feel pain, so she's adorned herself with rather macabre decorations, and when her limbs fall off she either stitches them back on, or just leaves them off for a bit... 'to let them get some time alone', as she'd put it.
She's really a sweetheart, and not at all what you'd expect from a living dead girl. She smells like watermelon, not rot, and she keeps herself as nice as a bloody walking corpse can be. Her hair is her pride and joy, and while it tends to get a bit bogged down at the end of the day with her blood, she's got some tasty-smelling vanilla-ish shampoo that works wonders!
She's also quite the affectionate creature, to the boys that don't mind getting one-armed hugs, or getting a little bloody.
Of course, she wouldn't be here if she didn't eat folks, right? Yes, unfortunately, another part of the curse is a relatively stereotypical lust for the taste of flesh. Again, she's a bit too thick to really get it, so she can usually fulfill this by nibbling a finger harmlessly, or suckling any spare blood she can get at. But sometimes, she's just got to suck someone down into her spacious gut, or smother them in her fluffy hair. She can't help it~!