User:Zaina
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Name: Zaina Yakira Xenia ( Zaina~ The Acrobat )
Meaning of name: Beautiful, Precious, Welcomer
Age: 20
Hair: Snow white goes down to her waist and curls at the tip: Wants to dye it
Eyes: Alurring Amthyest, that change frequently-Blue: Sad- Black: Angery- Red: Not herself. . .
Race: Feline: Has ears and a tail and nails that can grow ( Usually worn semi long )
Build: Slender and rather muscular
Height: Five foot seven inches
Weight: Ninty-two pounds ( Bit under weight )
Class: Druid
Sub Class: One would think it was mage, hence of her ability to juggle fire, but no one could ever be sure. . .
Personality: Complex. She is certaintly different alot, changing randomly.
Status: Now she is left heartbroken--Forbidden love.
Tattos: Two--M M. It stands for Magic Matter, it is located on her hand around her thumb, its rather large and inky though she barely shows it off. She also has a phoneix on her back, and now she has a newly accuired one. A butterfly on her shoulder, in the front. Its blue, red purple and black...a tinge of green, also
Skills:
Dance of death. An art taught to her from a traveling circus called ' Magic Matter' used with the aid of her Ring Blade.
Juggles fire. A fire juggler, learning once again from the Magic Matter.
She is an acrobat, many skills help her entertain
Weapons
She has two, based on the same style, though different effects and range
Big version used in long range, and sometimes close range. Both pretty much.It is called Va'Lheist. Named after the City she first performed at by herself. Use to fight and perform.
Smaller versions of the Ring Blade, used for closer range strictly, are called Blossom Ring. Used to fight and perform
Apperance: She stands at a rather tall five foot seven. Snow white hair reaches her waist, and curls just slightly at the tips. Its just like snow, it sparkles in the sun, leaving crystal like strands to flow in the wind. Her eyes dance with happiness usually, the crimson red has a tint of pain hidden in them, and yet a bit of madness locked down inside. Though, recently they are taking a show of what seems to be not of her orignal eye color. In fact, it has changed. It now be presented as an amthyest, a rather alluring one at that. If she has a blank expression, look in her eyes and you will see what she truely feels. Long silky black lashes lay around her eyes, adding a detail that adds to her lady like starture. Soft plump rosey lips are usually pulled into a smile. She does have rather beautiful teeth ,though doesn't smile like that often for her rather high cheek bone stature. Skin is rather flawless, glows in the moonlight for its porcelain color. It can be complimented with a blush of a soft rose pink or a crimson tint that matches one of blood. One can tell that she is fit. Lovely long legs that have muscle, though yet not to much. Arms are long, though not to much, enough so she can hug her knees to her chest. Fingers are long and almost boney, though they look sorta short with her nails that are longer and stronger then the bones in her fingers ( though they are retracable ). Her hands are scarred from her weapon, many scratches on her palm and her arms.Her stomach is as flat as a piece of paper. Curves in the right places, though she can be compared to a rather young lady, she still has some developing to do. One can call her pretty, or beautiful. Though the words mean nothing. How can one describe a rose in a word? She is like a flower. A simple word cannot level with the complexity of her.
Face: Black-faceless mask: Pure black surronds her face when she wears it. Nothing can be seen and most people wouldn't be able to recognize her while she wears it. It has no attachments though somehow stays to her face at all times unless it is removed. She can see, though not as well as she would without it. She can speak, but her words are muffled from the item infront of her
Head: Dark-Blue Ribbon: A ribbon thats lays lazily right by her right ear. Its contrast with her sparkling white hair and her even whiter ears goes wonderfully toghter. One of the only reasons she got it
Head:shadowed hood :It is connected to something that wraps around her shoulders, for it is not in it completly hides every detail of her face or head. Sometimes you can see the glow from her purple eyes, or perhaps you can see a few loose strands of snow white leaving the bunch that lay behind th ehood
Neck: -She usually is seen with a pendant that her love has given her - Memento pendant: A silver chain, linked circles. It reaches down to her busts, and then a pendant of a rather medium sized heart is seen. Sometimes she places it inside of her dress to avoid it swinging around as she walks or does other activites
Body: white-designed dress: Its sleeves end past her shoulders. Its rather short, though this if for the reason of her performing in these clothes which she doesn't want to be cut or burned. Its has a V neck and lace wraps around basically the whole thing almost like a sash but much more then that. It is not baggy, but not tight. There is a hole in the back for her tail to stick through.
Left Arm: Dark-Blue Sleeve: It hangs on her elbow and it like a bell, tight on the top and spreads in the bottom. It covers her wrists overly.
Right Arm: white sleeve: Just like her other one but white
Both wrists: Emerald Bracelet: A gold bracelet wraps around her wrist while dazziling emeralds dot the bracelet
Hands: Pale-Blue Doll: A doll is usually with her, though mostly unseen. Long black curly hair lays past her emotionless face. She only has eyes that are painted on her face. They are purple; almost an amthyest. She is made of fabric and cotton.
Legs: Dark-Blue-Laced Stockings:
Feet: white-leather boots- White leather boots that have a pinkie long heel. Laces are in the front, madly crossing and intercepting each other. They were indeed, black laces made out of cotton and silk.
Birth and Death
At the break of Dawn, the new day came, and a new child was born. Mother, and father. Happy as can be, but only for the arrival of their newly born beautiful little girl. As she grew her hair curled, down to her knees. Blonde, and a bit brown. Eyes big and blue. Though ,as she grew times changes in her house. By the age of 4 her family started to fight. She loved to spend her time outside, at the circus. Anywhere not in her house. One night she came home...This night will forever change her, inside and out.
A crash is heard, glass shatters right as the little girl walks in. Mother, shes sitting in the corner that she always does, but her facial expression looked worse then usual. As mommy saw me enter, she looked at me, her eyes growing ever so bigger as she notices me enter. Daddy, stands over her, knife pointed in her direction. It was like usual. I would be told to go to the room as they yell at each other and I try and sleep, pillow over head.My father turns. He looked like he usually did, and smelt. Alchohol could be smelt from his clothing and his breath. He had a four o'clock shadow, a bit of barf on his shirt, that was half tucked in and half out. As I started to go to my room, I heard the words that still linger in my head, " Where do you think you're going?" I froze in my tracks. He wasn't yelling yet, but the words stabbed at my heart, " T-t-to...my room?" My mother looked to me, and mouthed these words, Run. Though, I would've, but my father had already left my mother's side and grabbed my arm, digging his long feline claws into my arm. Blood ran down my arm, and I whimpered, but if I were to cry....My mother screams, standing up," You! Don't touch my daughter!" My father turns his gaze to my mom, letting go of me, I slip to the ground and watch as he pins her against the wall and begins to yell. I crawl into the corner, and hug my knees, watching as he slowly drops my mother. I thought everything was done, tell he turns to me, then my mommy. Yelling at both of us, " Why do you cry?! You need not! Smile, damn it, smile!" I look up, wondering why he would do this. He turns to my mother and slaps her across her face, " Smile!" He pulls out his knife and places it under her neck, " Smile, or I'll slice your throat." Sobs come from my mother, she turns her weary gaze to me, in a hushed tone she whispers, " Smile baby girl...smile. Run, to the sun." I stood, understanding. I ran to the door of the cottage. I turned just to see my dad slit her throat, though that wasn't enough for my father. Stabbing her in the face, kicking her in her stomach. I couldn't bare to see anymore. I ran out
The Chase
I thought I was in the clear when I left the house, but my father was coming after me after a few minutes. I was fast, but I was young. He was faster, though drunk. Running into the woods that had been vacant for awhile. I trip, though get up. I fall, but stand. I cry, but I see.I had been caught in a mere minutes, tackled down. A scream escapes my small frame. My father holds the blade to my hand, ready to stab at will, " Smile! Be happy!" The words were yelled, spit being spat on my face. I had enough, for once. I scream at the man, who I no longer thought of a father, just a killer, " I've had enough of your spit! You killed mommy! How can I smile at that?!" My voice was soft and childish, not taking seriosuly by him, " She deserves it, and there is always something to smile at." I didn't know what to say, he raises his hand to stab me, but I was in the aid of the forest. Vines wrap around him, pulling him to the ground , pinning him there. I smirk, feeling a wave of power. I lean down and whisper in a chilling voice, " Fine, I will smile.When my heart brakes. I will smile. When I shed a tear, I will smile. When I kill I will smile. When my blood is spilt. I will smile. As I kill you. I will smile like I never had before." The vines wrap around his neck. Though she wasn't going to kill him with that. She left him there., for the next day. She comes back with a knife and sticks it through his throat. The child killed her father at 4
The Change
Her apperance slowly changed while she grew up. She always smiled, but she was depresed. The traveling circus was going to leave. She had been there since she was four, now sixteen. She had to be by herself. Eyes had changed the night of her mother's murder. Red they changed.though still slightly blue. As she killed her father her eyes turned blood red. Shining against the moon light. Two years later her hair started to change to a white, snow white. These changes were sudden for her. She didn't get it. The feline had cut her hair, just like her mother's. Taking it as something she would do for her. Also, to entertain. To put a smile on one's face always made her eyes glow with happiness, instead of sadness. Though she is dying inside, it was mostly washed away when she put on shows for the circus. She would have came with them, though she wished not too. Living in the forest she had killed her father. Nearly twelve years from then. Soon, she grew tired and seeked a new world, wanting to entertain. She had stopped in many places, dancing for them, juggling fire and doing flips and such. A smile placed on their faces, slowly her heart is mended
Afterwards
Not only did her apperance change but her personality slowly began to split into people. If you have ever met her you would notice that she can be all happy and then depressed. She has six voices inside of her ( including her ) One of them has been taken away, thus far until of recently where another one had been removed. The reason why they were split up is unknown to herself, though the effects of them being gone is certain. They all represent something. an emotion strong in her life. They all look different, though still VERY close. They could all be taken as twins, thats for sure. Though they all have a different personality that fits into Zaina, the main and strongest ' voice' of them all is her herself. All their names are different. Here they are from strongest to weakest:
Zaina ( It means beautiful, though it is also her mature side though also playful; this one still is in her body. IF she would ever be over powered by all of them her body would simply rot. She IS the one who has most of the emotions and such. They all are just created from her. That is why she hasn't been over thrown yet. Though it may be noted that she can be challenged by the others anytime to take full control )
Sinner ( Though the sinner doesn't really have a name don't be fooled. She left a phoneix on her back after she was taken out of her body. She still lingers there. She was made from when she started to kill so many innocent people in her travels, though usually on accident )
Helosie ( Fighter. She came along after Zaina started having to fight off the theifs when she traveled. It is known for her to still be in her body. But, she WOULD leave a 'tattoo' of a knife. Her personality is one of some sort of blood lust. Her and sinner were in it togther, adding that trait strong. She was one of the only ones who fought for sinner to stay, but the rest over powered them both and sinner was removed and the emotion was placed under control of Zaina once more )
Kaiyo ( She is forgivness. One of the big reasons Zaina has a big heart. This is the one that had recently split from her personality, changing into another. it was when she came to Hollow. She had not only forgave herself of actions,though of her father and alot of others. The emotion was so strong and lingered on it broke free, adding another voice to the conversation up in her mind. In counting she is on neither of the sides that all her voices have taken. She is in the middle. If she was to ever be removed a cross would be put on her. )
Tivona ( She is the lover. She adds the trait of love and being loved. Though the sad part is as she was taken away Zaina lost alot of her knowledge of love. How it feels to be inlove with a man ~ or in some cases a woman~ She only knows it for family and sometimes friends. In fact, she doesn't even had her first kiss, or knows what a kiss is. If she ever was to be in lip lock poor Zaina would be so confused, unless told otherwise. Tivona is strongly taken with Zaina, following her like a leader and also cares of Kiyoshi like a mother would. She is also motherly instinct to her, but yet again most of the knowledge is locked inside of Tivona. If she ever would be released, a heart would be left behind )
Kiyoshi ( She is the child. Her immature, annoying and VERY playful side. If anyone HAS noticed that she will be all mature then immature? This is the reason. Every time she is ignored or called annoying this part grows. Becoming stronger and stronger. Though not no more. Zaina has control. She was taken out of her body so that she could gain full control and she simply couldn't fight anyone else, so she took out the weakest link. After so the voices left and now her hair and eyes are changing. She did leave a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, in the front. Kiyoshi never had a side, though was always with Tivona in a situation, for she was like the mother; herself the child...)
The war wages on with Zaina trying to become who she was and is. So far she is winning but anytime the voices could spring up at her and kill her, taking over the rotted body for what ever they please. The more she destroys the more knowledge and emotions she can control, though why she doesn't just 'kill' them off is unknown....ask her and I doubt you will get an answer.
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