Zen. Golden Tiger.

[I L Y I C H]

Name: Zen.
Gender: male.
Age: 6 years.
Species: Golden Tiger
Pride: Zonta.
Rank: Huntress.

Eye color: pale green.
Body Build: bulky and strong.
Fur Length: medium.

Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Rett and Hoot
Friends: N/a
Mate: N/a
Children: N/a

Do they oppose humans?: Yes.
Personality:
Loose in the head, or dark in the heart. It's a good question, perhaps. One with no real answer. Was a child born blackened or melted within? Poetry and Rhymes can spin what they will, but the question shall never be answered. An answer never formed. Zen is a mad man, a lunatic with a taste for blood above that of any vampire known to man or beast alike. Cannibalistic and unafraid to admit it it would seem that the beast has no trouble with distancing himself. Of all the random sayings that he could think up Zen tends to stick to 'be yourself' as his favorite line. He has no filter, and as such will do what he wishes and say what he thinks. None are safe from that rapid sailor's tongue, nor the white needles encasing it. With a lack of loyalty and a haughty air of arrogance the devil coats himself in selfish lusts and desires.

Yet despite this constant tale of destruction Zen is a beast of chivalry. Wile he will hold affection for anyone the pallid man is more apt to be kind to women. Polite where often disgust fell through, the monster plays with females unintentionally. He is too apt to manipulate things, and as such often does not realize he is playing a game. Due to this Zen has almost entirely given up on reality. Life is a game, and he would play it like the master that he knew himself to be. Perhaps this is why the brute seems so fearless. So careless at times. Constantly forgetful. For in games a man has many lives, and all of them are reckless.

Despite the random acts of kindness that Zen may display at any given time to obtain what he wants, the man is no good egg. Cracked through the ghostly shell lay canines stained red with dementia. Paranoia. Poisoned yolk flows from his shell, and it stains the world with it's acid about him. An arrogant cheat, Zen finds little care for playing fair. Life ain't fair boy-o-boy, and he wouldn't pretend it was. Darkness is his path, after all. Darkness from the day he falls from the womb of the world. Zen was born with a sever depression disorder. Though it often seems far flung the lad finds it difficult to care for others and in that same manor finds it hard to feel empathetic towards them as well. Auspergers perhaps. Schizoid personality disorder. With no tact for relationships and a general air of mopey uncaring the creature simply doesn't add up to a 'productive citizen'.

Zen takes what he wants. He does as he pleases. To a man with nothing to loose and a love for adrenaline fights are a relief. Layered atop his constant lethargy lay the weight of constant anxiety. Stimulus drives him mad. More often then not a simple repetitive noise will drive the demon into a rage. His mind simply can not handle the input. It shorts out and a nasty thing is born. A thing made off all the bitterness and hate bottled up in a child who will never grow up. All of the disgust and loathing that has flooded the monster's veins from day one bursts forth with no stemming dam. No blockade. It is raw black hatred. For the world. For everything. What can not be controlled must be destroyed. That which is of annoyance must be removed.

What made them decide to escape?: Abuse.
History:
-born with two siblings one of whom died shortly after
-cared for by humans (sort of) in a horrid manor
-mental disorder + abuse = disaster
-at age of two finally drew up the courage to attack his master
-taken to be euthanized by game control when owner escapes and phones 911
-escapes cage
-kills man who opens door to truck
-escapes into the wild
-wanders about like the nut he is
-runs into zonta and ends up joining

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