Post by I L Y I C H on Dec 18, 2011 18:33:15 GMT -5
we can hang ourselves from our cold chandeliers
Gender: female
Age: 5 years
Birth-country: Peru
Species: Lion
*Pride: Akando
*Rank: Huntress
Eye color: black. slightly paler than the pupils (blind)
Body Build: agile and strong.
Fur Length: short
In-depth appearance:
Bleak. Beauty entraps the tempest, holding the edges of violence closed. It is a dull thing though, and quickly lost in the searing blindness of the woman's vacant eyes. Zena holds a power in her frame that conflicts with what should be expected of a young blind girl. Oh she can play the scared child with a shocking level of accuracy, but the truth lies within the powerful pistons attached to everyone of the girl's bones. Zena is no weak thing, and it shows in the way she moves. Pride lifts with ever dainty motion. There is a sort of ingrained aristocracy to the woman.
Fur flows smoothly over the well built frame, and it would seem ice blue blood runs through every one of the woman's veins. It is true, perhaps, that inbreeding for perfection has led to Zena's deformity. An ironically invisible deformity. Blindness, however, takes nothing from the queen's bitter fight for perfection. The shine of her eyes is a shocking contrast against her snowy pelt. It gives breath to her beauty. Iris' so black they almost hide the pupil entirely, Zena gives the appearance of a sorceress with no eyes at all. From a distance the black almost looks like twin bullet holes piercing the cleanness of the woman's flesh.
Mother: Mattie
Father: unknown
Siblings: forgotten
Friends: none
Mate: multiple unknowns
Children: Nyphilium,
Do they favor their birth-country, or the USA grounds?: USA
Personality:
Deemed a sorceress by her fellows, Zena is a truly twisted individual. Never was she accepted, and as a child she became twisted. The siren's call is that of revenge, and it sounds strong in her. Bitterness exudes from the woman's very pores, and should she be able to lay waste to the landscape then she would. As the men of her old ruined pack despised her for being a woman she despises all men for their genetics. Zena is an unintentional sexist, as she was raised in the belief that men were monsters. Slave drivers and the masters that took what they wanted and never what they needed. This look upon life is the outlook of a broken soul twisted under the pressure of choice. In the early days Zena's blindness only led to a greater hatred of her general being. Spat upon and beat at with the greatest of pains the young girl took it upon herself to become something greater. And in the mind of the broken greater involves a great deal of suffering for those who have suddenly found themselves the lesser.
Zena taught herself long ago the tricks of a woman. The games of an actress. To the world she is no monster. Her beauty and the way her flattery falls upon the ears gives light to a beast that all would wish to help. She is an innocent creature to them, a woman who wants only to be accepted; though perhaps this is all Zena truly is. But they do not know the siren's call for what it is. The summons of death or the great closeness to such a deep abyss. A glib tongue lends it's silvery edges to the woman's work, and it floats words about as easily as any story teller's. Emotion is easily altered and just as easily controlled. The aggression is easily hidden but never ignored. After all why should Zena ever allow a creature to think itself unworthy of her hatred? Cleverness is a trait this beast surly shall never lack, and her crafty ways will never end. Zena is a strategist who sees all the pawns long before the chess board is set. Her mind flows forward and picks the wounds from the future. She may not be a true sorceress, but Zena is very good at predicting other feline's motions.
There all the same after all.
Even in blindness the actress finds no reason to fret. She is self assured, always aware of herself. Zena knows her own heart, and she sees the true bitterness within. If anything such knowledge only makes her crueler. Makes her aware of how her old captors continue to damage her through the years. With her strength of spirit the witch could have been a brilliant warrior for any pack, but such dreams are far away now. She feels no need to join a group of monsters led by men who have no idea how to look up. After all what more is to expected of them, of anyone actually. Zena looks down upon her entire race, and includes herself in every bitter remark. Wolves are a bane on the world, what with their loves and hates. The girl has a heavily philosophical heart despite it all, but it would seem every deep thought is underscored by cynical hostility.
History:
born to a male run pride. tormented for gender as well as blindness. story telling abilities and hateful curses drew her out as a witch. persecuted. left. wandered for a wile. stuck in human trap. sold to man in Montana. ate him. wandered some more. found akando. decided to stay a bit.
