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Zyvonia
by Zyvonia Sat Jan 03, 2015 4:09 pm
Zyvonia
Female | August 4th | 15 years | Human | 165cm | 57kgs
Darkness | Water | Metal | Moon
Zyvonia (who introduces and goes by Zyv) is a cynical yet ultimately naive girl. She enjoys using sarcasm and contemptuous speech, quick to insult. This stems from egotism, where she often thinks highly of herself and lowly of those around her. However, she will acknowledge those who prove themselves to be powerful and respect them. Zyv is also rather selfish, as well, only motivated by self-interest and will usually only do something if she has something to gain as well. She will not hesitate to lie, scheme, and manipulate people to get what she wants, and while she is openly arrogant and egotistical, she attempts to portray herself as relatively harmless.
Despite all of her bad qualities, Zyv is not a completely terrible person. She does occasionally feel sympathy and empathy, for the weak and helpless. Though her tongue is often sharp, it will soften if she finds the mood too serious (yet this is not always the case). While she may use people to her own gain, she won't leave them completely screw over and will often leave them some sort of compensation, even if a small portion.
Due to teenage angst and hormones, combined with her cynicism, Zyv has an interest in death, particularly in the mythological sense with the Grim Reaper. She favors the scythe as a weapon of choice and will base abilities and habits off of the theme of death. However, it isn't depression or attention-seeking, but more so a fascination.
History:
A little girl with raven colored hair and bright green eyes laughed joyfully at something she had just accomplished. It was something that she hadn't seen anybody else accomplish before and it made her feel special and unique in that moment. However, there were a few people who looked at her (or perhaps at what she had done) with an expression of horror or shock.
Flash.
The little girl was a little less little. The smile of hers was gone as she sat alone in the corner of the classroom. She looked at a group of her classmates across the room. They were laughing together. She seemed to look at them with an expression of longing and even regret. She just wanted them to look at her. To talk to her again.
Flash.
She was older, though not by much. It was night out and the stars were bright little dots in the sky. She sat on a hill, smiling a smile nobody could see in the darkness. She turned her head towards her friend, their face obscured in the darkness as well. They shared a laugh. It had been a while since she laughed like this. It was nice to have a friend like them, who really got her.
Flash.
She was in a room, frozen in horror. Blood splattered across the walls. What had she done? She couldn't stand it anymore. She covered her mouth and ran out of the room to find a place to vomit.
Flash.
Everybody started to change, including her. People grew more, voices got deeper or higher. Certain parts of the bodies either grew or flattened. For some people, not much changed. For her, it was another reason for people to pick on her. She was walking down the hall, books drawn to her chest. She was suddenly pushed against some lockers, dropping her books. The person who pushed her was with a group of friends and they laughed at her as they walked past. She gritted her teeth. She had had enough of this. She was done being nice.
Flash.
She was in high school, now. She sat in a desk, in the corner alone like before. Instead of looking at others enviously, she looked out of the window now, with the same look of longing. She was bored of this place. She had made sure nobody bothered her. They were afraid of her now. Afraid of her words and the way she was able to make certain things happen. But she was still lonely. Nobody worthy of her. She had to do something.
Flash.
She stood in a graveyard. She was ready to leave town. Leave this world, her things packed in a bag around her shoulder. It was time to go.
Female | August 4th | 15 years | Human | 165cm | 57kgs
Darkness | Water | Metal | Moon
Zyvonia (who introduces and goes by Zyv) is a cynical yet ultimately naive girl. She enjoys using sarcasm and contemptuous speech, quick to insult. This stems from egotism, where she often thinks highly of herself and lowly of those around her. However, she will acknowledge those who prove themselves to be powerful and respect them. Zyv is also rather selfish, as well, only motivated by self-interest and will usually only do something if she has something to gain as well. She will not hesitate to lie, scheme, and manipulate people to get what she wants, and while she is openly arrogant and egotistical, she attempts to portray herself as relatively harmless.
Despite all of her bad qualities, Zyv is not a completely terrible person. She does occasionally feel sympathy and empathy, for the weak and helpless. Though her tongue is often sharp, it will soften if she finds the mood too serious (yet this is not always the case). While she may use people to her own gain, she won't leave them completely screw over and will often leave them some sort of compensation, even if a small portion.
Due to teenage angst and hormones, combined with her cynicism, Zyv has an interest in death, particularly in the mythological sense with the Grim Reaper. She favors the scythe as a weapon of choice and will base abilities and habits off of the theme of death. However, it isn't depression or attention-seeking, but more so a fascination.
History:
A little girl with raven colored hair and bright green eyes laughed joyfully at something she had just accomplished. It was something that she hadn't seen anybody else accomplish before and it made her feel special and unique in that moment. However, there were a few people who looked at her (or perhaps at what she had done) with an expression of horror or shock.
Flash.
The little girl was a little less little. The smile of hers was gone as she sat alone in the corner of the classroom. She looked at a group of her classmates across the room. They were laughing together. She seemed to look at them with an expression of longing and even regret. She just wanted them to look at her. To talk to her again.
Flash.
She was older, though not by much. It was night out and the stars were bright little dots in the sky. She sat on a hill, smiling a smile nobody could see in the darkness. She turned her head towards her friend, their face obscured in the darkness as well. They shared a laugh. It had been a while since she laughed like this. It was nice to have a friend like them, who really got her.
Flash.
She was in a room, frozen in horror. Blood splattered across the walls. What had she done? She couldn't stand it anymore. She covered her mouth and ran out of the room to find a place to vomit.
Flash.
Everybody started to change, including her. People grew more, voices got deeper or higher. Certain parts of the bodies either grew or flattened. For some people, not much changed. For her, it was another reason for people to pick on her. She was walking down the hall, books drawn to her chest. She was suddenly pushed against some lockers, dropping her books. The person who pushed her was with a group of friends and they laughed at her as they walked past. She gritted her teeth. She had had enough of this. She was done being nice.
Flash.
She was in high school, now. She sat in a desk, in the corner alone like before. Instead of looking at others enviously, she looked out of the window now, with the same look of longing. She was bored of this place. She had made sure nobody bothered her. They were afraid of her now. Afraid of her words and the way she was able to make certain things happen. But she was still lonely. Nobody worthy of her. She had to do something.
Flash.
She stood in a graveyard. She was ready to leave town. Leave this world, her things packed in a bag around her shoulder. It was time to go.
Last edited by Zyvonia on Tue Jan 06, 2015 11:10 pm; edited 1 time in total
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