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Individual
Character's full name: Zahira Night(Real last name) King(Adopted last name)
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Zahara /Z or Zira/ Zaira
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: February 29 1992
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Tokyo
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Raven black hair a dark purple strand that falls into her left eye and a dark blue strand that falls into her right eye, down to her mid back, sometimes down and staright, others its in a ponytail, with those single strands out of the ponytail, so the strands fall down into her eyes, or they are tucked behind her ears.
Eyes: Left: Dark purple. Right: Dark blue
Height: 5'4
Build: Slim, thin, and skinny
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Everyday clothing style: Normally wearing a long sleeved black shirt, a black cloak that covers her entire body, under the cloak is normally a hoodie with the hood pulled up, black jeans that long and cover her black combat boots, and gloves that cover her hands.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: A long sleeved t-shirt, hoodie, gloves, jeans, socks, boots. She normally sleeps fully clothed.
Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality:
Hobbies/ Interests: Writing/typing fiction stories that she wants to get published. She enjoys drawing and painting, she is very good at it, normally draws/paints animals, cause she doesn't like drawing/painting people, even though she can draw/paint people(She will draw a person when an animal in the picture, or when she sees someone that interests her.), no one really knows she can draw/paint people. Like animals she's very good at drawing/painting people, animals and bugs.
Job or part time job and description: She'll sell her artwork to make money. She's still in school... for the most part.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Tactile Defensiveness and Claustrophobia and She's afraid of her powers.
Special talents: She's good at writing/typing and drawing. She has a very high tolerance to pain.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: She's on her own side.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Decaying/death touch
She can make living things(Plants, trees, animals, insects, people, mutants), decay and then die,after five minutes of contact her ability takes effect. the effects requires skin to skin contact. If the skin to skin contact lasts for 5 minutes the person will decay and then die and screaming in pain, making the body so unrecognizable no one would be able to tell who the person was.
(I'm not gonna make her go around touching people and killing them, that'd be powerplaying, godmolding and it wouldn't be fun, it'd be really boring and stupid...)
Strengths:
Its very effective and dangerous.
Weaknesses:
1) If she does stay with skin to skin contact with the person for less then 5 minutes, and lets go of the person will be fine, but she'll feel like she's about to pass out or she's really exhausted. If she does infact kill someone, she will get the pain the person is getting, which will normally come from bad pain in her head that surpasses her high tolerance to pain. She'll also end up passing out, in the next few minutes to seconds, it really depends. If she ends up killing too many people at once she'll die from her body going into a coma which will slow her heart rate down, to the point of killing herself subconciously even though she's not fully awair of this fact.
2) Cause of her high tolerance to pain, its hard for her to understand how fatal a wound can be, and therefore can pass out due to blood loss without even knowing it till its too late.
3) It is very reasonable to be afraid of being deadly. after all she didn't choose her power.
Secondary mutation description:
Its basically the power is destroy/decay objects though her hands:
(Ex: She brushes her hand over a desk, the desk would turn into sawdust from a single though(This wouldn't really have a time-limit like her decaying power, since it normally only works for objects such as metal(It'd turn into a liquid-like metal-stuff. Or that shiny metal-like sand), brick(powdery dust), asphalt(I'm guessing hot wax or something along those lines, cause I have no clue..), wood(Turn into sawdust), rocks(it'd turn into dust or sand), concrete(Back into cement). Basically it can turn solid things back into what they originally were before.) (No this power doesn't affect the elements like water, fire, air, light, darkness, etc (Well it effects earth, metal, wood, snow, and ice but that's about it))
Strengths: She can mainly destroy/reduce to its origianal form(Wood into sawdust, or a desk into a pile of sawdust, or metal/steel into a lquid form or a metal-like sand.) anything, except for a few things. There are few elements she can destroy/reduce to a destroyed form, such as metal, ice, earth, and snow(Cause it will turn back to water) and wood.
Weaknesses:
Her body can't destroy the elements such as those that dont' have a physicial or soild form, such as fire, wind, water, light, darkness, lightning. She can't destroy clothes(of any fabric, since they can't turn into anything.). Nor does her power affect bandages. (gauze, ect.). Her power doesn't affect power or anything plastic-related.
Fighting Style More or less on the street fighting level of things.
Explanation:
Pros for fighting style: She usually tries to avoid skin to skin contact, so she'll normally be the one who throws the first punch and try to knock her opponent out before they can punch her in the face.
Cons for fighting style: Will usually try to finish things fast, and not get punched in the face, or get skin to skin contact even if it is a punch in the face.
Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character:
She was born in Mississippi, in a hospital, by a woman who was visiting reletives in Meridian, Mississippi, but the baby came early, and there some complications, that made her stay in the hospital, it was normally because her mother died in child brith, and her father disappeared after finding out that the female he had a fling with was pregnet. Leaving the child without a mother or a father, and the reletives of the mother didn't want the child. Which was why she was staying in the hospital, to make sure that she was OK to go to an American orphange.
After being adopted numrous times by some complications or another, because of the parents or other children the parents had, were dieing, the child was always sent back to the orphange. The baby would never know what she did, so she seemingly grow up in the orphange, until she was adopted again, by a nice family at age 5. Because she was always returned to the orphanage, because of some thing or another, or someone dieing after holding the child for five minutes or more. Zahira was unawaire of her powers at this time, but she was starting or at least trying to put the peices togehter, and not coming up with much. Because of how many times she was returned to the orphanage, and how many times someone has died with her adoptions, the people at the orphanage were leaving the girl in her room, making her stay there for long periods of time, making her become anti-social and thinking she had done something bad, with how the people avoided physical contact with her. She also heard them talking about her, saying something about her being the devil's child or something like that. She didn't fully understand, but at night memories of what she did, would come back, and memories that her mind would repress at will, and make it so she wouldn't remember.
She had stayed in the orphanage for a few years, until she was adopted by a younge man, known as Daiman King. Daiman had taken Zahira home with him, knowing what she was, and why she was sealed away, Daiman told the 13 year old Zahira why she was always returned, which triggered some bad memories for the girl. Daiman had helped her though it. He had even worked on a way for them to comminicate to each other though Japanese(He taught her Japanese since he had stayed in Japan for some time earily on in his life.). Daiman had also told her that he was also gifted with the power to control fire, that was black fire.
It was a year or so until Zahira had went to school, after Daiman had finished homeschooling her up to highschool level. Zahira's clothes were meant to stop skin to skin contact, that acivated her powers, unwillingly. Zahira had started highschool, with a soon-to-be 'Don't touch me unless you want a broken nose' reputation. Which landed her with two goth-but-nice best friends who stayed with her for about a year until age 15, when she accidently killed them and another boy who had kissed her. A few monthes after that, she had even stayed with Daiman unwillingly, until she didn't want to around him. Just incase something else happened. She stayed a week planning, so when it was time to run away, she did it. She ran away and stealing money from Daiman's wallet, and going to New York and Mississippi and was leaving Las Vegas.
After leaving Las Vegas for the last 2 years.(She had stayed in Mississippi for a year then went to New York.) She had gotten herself an apartment, even though it was one of the cheaper ones, and one of the single apartments. She had gotten herself into highschool again, since she's at least trying to pass highschool, and she's gonna ditch going to college. Zahira's anti-social reputation in highschool came back full force. But this time for highschool, she wasn't there to make friends, she was there to pass highschool, with as little contact with other people as possible(She was gonna ignore everyone and not speak to anyone, but if she had to, she'd be anti-soical and rude, just to get them to leave her alone.). Zahira had even taken up to selling her own drawnings and paintings to get money to pay off her books, school(Without the feildtrip fees), and the apartment's monthly rent.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: From Mimic on another X-men site, he also told me of the site on MSN.
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: None
Sample RP:
Zahira shook her head as she walked though toward her school. She pulled up her hood, to hide her long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail, her dark purple and dark blue strands of hair were hanging down in her oddly colored eyes. She was wearing her normal black long sleeved shirt, with a black hoodie over it, her hood was pulled up, shadowing her face, she was wearing black jeans, and black boots and her normal black gloves. The only thing that wasn't on, was her cloak, which she had in her backpack, for when she'd leave school. She didn't want to draw too much unwanted attention to herself, besides her goth look. Just as Zahira stepped onto school grounds did she feel her hood being ripped down, and a laugh being heard from behind her. Zahira allowed herself to smile slightly. "Do you mind! Jamie!?" She asked as she turned around to face her friend. Another gothic looking female, but she wasn't as decked out as Zahira was, she was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and skater shoes and she has black hair that's down to her shoulders and green eyes. "Sorry Zira, couldn't resist!" The female known as Jamie said with a smile. Zahira gave her an "Uh-huh yeah right." look. Zahira rolled her eyes. "Oh come-on, Z, you know she's only playing around." A male said calmly, his voice so low that the two females had to strain their ears to even hear him. He has spiky black hair and dark brown eyes, he's wearing a black ripped t-shirt and black ripped jeans, and skater shoes. "...Yeah your right Adam." Zahira said with a shake of her head. Before either of the two firends could respond to their friend the bell rang. Which the three friends said their goodbyes and left for class.
It didn't take long for classes to end, and Zahira ended up in detention with her two best and only friends at school. "So why are you two in detention?" Zahira asked. "Oh I got detention for getting into a fight with these preps who were saying crap about me." Came not-worried Jamie's reply. "I got detention for not working with my group, and then I got pissed off and punched the guy in my group who was bugging me to join them." Adam said with a shake of his head, as he sighed. "What about you?" Adam and Jamie asked at the same time. "Oh the usual, I get in trouble for fighting back against the same Jock who's trying to get me to be his girlfriend... He freaking kissed me! No one kisses me! He devered that kick to his.... You get where this is going." Zahira said calmly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Adam whisled in amazment. While Jamie laughed. "He totally desevered it then." Jamie said laughing. "Guys I'll be back soon. I'm gonna go for a walk...." Zahira said as she got up and walked out of the detention room, and down the halls. Zahira walked away from the room, only to run into a dead end of the wall. She turned around to walk back, but she found herself face to face with the jock, Aidin. She backed up when he advanced on her, backing her up into a wall. "Get away from me!" Zahira shouted feeling her back run into the wall. She was cornered. Aidin grinned at her. "Why won't you go out with me!" Aidin asked harshly, as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her making Zahira's head bang against the wall, and cause her vision to fog over for a moment. Aidin grinned at her, and shoved her back into the wall, and pressed his lips to hers, as much as Zahira tried to get him to stop kissing her, the male ignored her and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Zahira didn't kiss him back. Zahira was losing track of time. She didnt' know how long this jerk was kissing her, and she was starting to lose air! Suddenly Aidin fell to the ground, as he fell he ripped her hoodie and her long sleeved black shirt, leaving her arms bare. The male's body was starting to decay, and his screams of agony were rolling off of his lips, as he tossed and turned and then remained still, dead, his body still decaying even as he wasn't alive anymore. Zahira gripped her head and screamed in pain, as she was getting his memories and the male's pain. It was so unbareable. It was breaking though her high tolerance to pain. Tears fell from her eyes, she was trying to stay awake, cause she could feel the effects taking effect.
Just as Zahira was going to run away, when four pairs bare hands grabbed her wrists holding her there. "Z what's wrong?!" Came Adam's worried voice. "Calm down Zira, we're here now." Jamie said. "Let go! Let go of me! Please!" Zahira yelled though the pain that was happening in her head, she tried to yank away from her friends. "Let go! Let go!" She screeched as tears started falling from her eyes faster. "Please let go of me!" She screamed again. Her friends ignored her, and just held onto her tighter, wrapping their bare arms around her bare arms. The skin to skin contact was acting up again. "Let go of me! If you don't.... If you don't let go of me right now! Something really bad's going to happen!" She screamed in fear, fear for her friends lives. "Like---" Adam got cut off cause he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground screaming in pain. Jamie soon did the same, she screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Zahira ran away as quickly as she could, running toward the detention room. Praying that if she got away quickly enough maybe her friends lives could be spared, hell even that Jock didn't deseve death. Zahira ran into the detention room, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door again, toward the exit, and slamming the door open. "Please be OK! I'm so sorry.... I'm sorry!" She whispered though her tears, as she pulled out her cloak and pulled it on, holding the bag in her mouth, as she pulled her arms though, and grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, as she ran out of the door and onto the grounds. Stopping suddenly by the wall out of the school, past the gates and leaning heavily on the wall, and pulling out her cellphone and dailing Daiman's number. "Zahira what is it?" Daiman asked though the phone. "C-can y-you c-come pick me up?..." Zahira stuttered quietly. Daiman frowned on the other end of the phone. "I'll come pick you up... I'll call the police... Don't worry its not to turn you in, but I'm going to see if we can save your friends." Daiman said calmly. Zahira nodded into the phone and mumbled a "OK" before she hung up the phone and put it away into her pocket, and she fell down against the wall, her body slid down the wall, she fell in a sitting postion.
When Zahira woke up, she bolted up and looked around dispite the pain running though her head. She was back in her room. A male with black hair who was around 23, with light red eyes. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt and black jeans and black work shoes. "Zahira your awake." The male clearly Daiman said calmly. Zahira nodded to her guardian. "Y-yeah... How are they? Are they.... are they...." She couldn't even bring herself to finish her scentece. "I won't lie to you... Adam Rider, Jamie Seeker, and Aidin Leemon, are dead..." Daiman said quietly. "I didn't want to kill them! I never meant for this happen! I really didn't!" She said as tears fell from her eyes. It pained Daiman to see his daugher(Since she was adopted by him, at age 13 for her, and age 20 for him.), in such pain. He walked over to her and laid his hand on her shoulder. "I know you didn't." The man said. He sighed quietly to himself. "It'll be OK, Zahira, it will be OK." Daiman said gently, at a loss for words at the moment. Zahira was at a loss for words and therefore didn't speak either. But she knew it wouldn't get better, after all this was just the begining...
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. If you promise to keep your hands to yourself i will keep my mind to myself, or atleast try to =)
