Corie Fox

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Corie Fox is an undead male hondu with blue eyes and white fur, resembling a husky. He’s quite skinny, has a few patches of fur and skin missing, and his left hand is rather skeletal looking. Being undead doesn’t seem to bother him much however, as one day he died on his way home from work and continued business as usual after waking up.

Corie works as an Innkeeper at Amadar’s Restful Rooms, where he has worked in a manager position for the past decade now. Some mistake him for the owner, and no one could blame them, as the actual owner is never around. Corie is good at what he does. At work, he’s friendly, cheerful and offers great customer service. He’ll talk about how wonderful he finds his job to be and how much he enjoys the customers. However, his actual feelings greatly deviate from this. When speaking to Corie outside of work, he tends to be rather grumpy, tired and antisocial, and does nothing but complain about his work and the customers. He expresses his desire to be left alone so he can take a nap.

Change of character

Corie wasn’t always as grumpy as he is today. Ever since becoming undead, which happened roughly two years ago, he has become increasingly more cranky. He claims that he cannot get a single moment of peace because everyone is always bothering him. What he doesn’t realize is that most people that come and talk to him are actually ghosts that are delighted that someone can perceive and hear them. To him, these ghosts look like any other person on the street. People often see Corie talking to seemingly no one, a little quirk that those who know him have accepted by now.

A little lie

Many that come to the tavern are interested in hearing Corie’s story, specifically the story of how he died. Corie always claims that he woke up with a large bump on the back of his head, indicating that someone or something had knocked him down hard from behind, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. His actual cause of death is just mere clumsiness: he saw a copper coin on the ground at the top of a set of steps, reached to pick it up, lost his balance, and tumbled down only to break his neck as he landed. He tries not to think about the incident too much, which can be difficult when the hand he used to try and pick up the coin happens to be his left one.