Post by Zendaya on Sept 6, 2013 17:11:46 GMT 1
Playby: Amy Lee
Name: Zendeya Rivera
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Human
Physical Description:
Zendeya is rather short, standing at only 4’10”. She is rather stout, with lightly toned legs and arms, and an hourglass figure. Her chest is not boyish, however she isn’t overly busty either, boasting a fairly average chest, and a flat and toned abdomen. Her skin tone is fair, and smooth, with the occasional blemish in the form of a small freckle.
Her face is oval shaped with moderately well proportioned features. Her eyes are round in shape and a lovely shade of greenish blue. Her pink lips are thin and often curved into a small smile. Her plucked eyebrows are slanted downwards, accentuating the slight tilt of her eyes. Between her piercing blue eyes and her soft oval profile her face is a strange mix between soft and harsh. Her raven black hair is often quite long, reaching to her shoulder blades, but more often than not it is tied back in a loose low ponytail. The pitch blackness of her hair provides a stark contrast with her pale eyes and skin.
When she moves, she moves with purpose. Despite her short legs, her average walking pace is one that that most would find difficult to keep up with. Her voice is crisp, and on the higher end of the spectrum, however it is in no way squeaky. She dresses herself appropriately for the weather, having no enjoyment for nice clothes, even if she could get her hands on them. Whatever is comfortable and readily available is her preference.
Attitude: Her attitude is one of independence and whole-hearted determination and strength. Zendeya is forever honest. Never will she say anything she knows she cannot follow through with, she does not make promises she cannot keep nor does she skirt around the truth out of shame, or in the interest of saving face. For this reason she prides herself in her reliability, and her trustworthiness.
Often Zendeya is serious, and focused, but on the off chance you catch her on a break from that tiring attitude, she has quite the fast wit and a knack for playful sarcasm which she will employ with close friends. With strangers she will put her own opinions, and hers are usually strong, aside in order to get along with them.
Having lived in a fairly tight community of humans, to outsiders who haven’t proved themselves she is anything but trusting. She knows how to be mean, and she knows how to glare, basically if she has a problem with you, you’ll know about it pretty quickly. She is not afraid to be blunt, however she does assess the danger to herself or to others when considering any snappy remark she might want to make before saying it. Her level-headedness is probably her biggest strength, however some may often misjudge her as being unconfident, or cowardly, two traits that simply do not apply to her.
Abilities: Zendaya’s main abilities lay within the bounds of physical and mental. She isn’t the strongest, her height being a contributing factor to this, however she is naturally flexible, and has superb agility, and dexterousness. She is built like a acrobat, and has the skill of a very good one. She has been trained in many skills pertaining to knives, guns, and her bare fists.
She has a remarkable skill with the few firearms she has handled. She is a straight shooter, and her accuracy is immaculate.
Zendaya has a very clear-minded approach to battles. She can think on her feet, and remain level-headed under stress. She will never choose violence if it isn't crucial to save herself or someone else.
Zendaya has put a heavy emphasis on defensive training and techniques. When she fights she likes to hold back, only defending, to get an understanding of how her opponent fights before moving in for an attack. Then she will go into offence, only attacking when she see's a clear weakness or opening. This causious technique was one that her mother taught her, one that differs from the style of the rest of the militia.
Weaknesses: With all her merits, there are many things that flaw Zen. The first and the most apparent weakness is her height. She is immediately disadvantaged when her enemy is bigger and stronger than her, and will have to rely on other things. She is also often underestimated quite often because of this flaw.
Another flaw lies in her mental state. She suffers from insomnia leaving her very often exhausted. She can go days without sleep, and often when she does finally sleep she suffers from nightmares and sleepwalking.
A third, this one a character flaw, is her unyielding tendency to overthink everything she does. She can whirl herself into a frenzy of self doubt at the slightest word or action another person might do. Her confidence levels are not as high as most would think, and hesitation is a massive problem for herself, and for anyone who might be depending on her.
History:
Zen was born Zendaya Louise Rivera on may 18th 2050 to a father who is still unknown to her, and a mother who raised her in Haven on a farm. Her mother born Eleanor Rivera raised her to hate vampires, and to comform to the way of the resistance she was born into. Eleanor was primarily a skilled farmer who would grow crops and cull animals for food, but Zen found that this was not her primary calling, although she was good at it. As a little girl she was fascinated by hunters, and their way of life. Her childhood innocence, or any she might have had was short-lived as she soon saw her first zombie related attack. Zen knew that she wanted to protect Haven when she grew up so she spent a lot of time talking to other members of the resistance, and begging them to teach her a thing or two about fighting, and gathering supplies from New Vegas.
From a young age she focused on learning to ride a horse and to fire a weapon, to train with a knife, a gun and with her fists. In her teenage years she began to develop insomnia and night terrors, which provided a nice little setback for her to overcome mentally. She also began to ask more about her father, but all she learned from her tight lipped mother was that he had never even laid eyes on Zen, and so wasn’t important. And that he was a Hunter.
With new determination, she spent her days building strong friendships and useful skills for survival. She still couldn’t quite imagine the enemy, being the vampires in New Vegas. She had never met one, and she had never seen the inside of their city. Her first raid changed all that. She was amazed at the way these people were living under the control of the Blood suckers, placidly giving their blood as tax, and living under their rules, like sheep. Zen was reassured that her place in the resistance was right. She wanted to be anywhere but there, at their mercy.
This is where she is now. Her only query, where to next? The position of Hunter still called to her, but her home was in Haven.
Rule Code Word: Passcode for the rules is 'Captain Jack Harkness, STOP IT!, What? Can't I say hi to anyone?'
Species Code Word: The code words are “Skinny caramel macchiato to go”
Clarification Code Word: The code word for this thread is 'firefly'.
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Code word for this section is vampires do not.
Rp Sample:
The wind was hot and dry across the raven headed human’s small form. She stood, armed, but at ease, guarding the outskirts of her home. Her shoulders were bear, figured hugged by a white tank top, and faded brown shorts rolled up at the ends. Endless plains of sand stretched on, and beyond that Zendaya know were thousands of undead, rotting corpse’s, and bodies mutated beyond recognition. If she were able to see even further, she imagined seeing new Vegas, a place where people were mindless slaves under the rule of ungodly creatures that would have distinguished the souls of every human alive, were they not their primary food source. Her eyes scanned the horizon but she saw nothing of interest. She enjoyed being alone from time to time. It was peaceful, still, quiet.
The sky was beginning to change color from the never-ending baby blue, to a myriad of warm colors that accompanied the sun’s fall from the heavens. She should be heading home soon. To do what? To sit there trying to sleep but knowing she couldn’t? Or to eventually slip into unconsciousness, only to wake those sleeping immediately around her with her violent thrashing that came hand in hand with each night terror? It was to embarrassing, to have to be woken up like that, always in a cold sweat, having been the soul disruptor of her peer’s sleep.
At any rate, she had better try. Tomorrow, like everyday, was going to be a big one.
