Post by Zilka on Mar 27, 2011 23:47:53 GMT -5
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): Murron.Is.Da.Shizz@Gmail.com
*Years of Rping: 7
Name: Zilka
*Age: 173
Gender: Female
Bloodline: Lycanthrope- Garlanger
Preferred mantel: Scimitar-Horned Oryx, Nigerian Dwarf Goat, Malayan Horned Frog
Court Preference: I have decided I don't care
Appearance: Zilka is what could be described as average height, around five foot eight, and rather pretty, if you ignore the... animal part of her. Her eyes are bright green, almost electric in colour, with horizontal pupils, rectangular in shape that are generally what freak people out the most. Human people, not real people. Her hair is rather wispy, more thin than thick, reaching down to about her bellybutton.
Personality: The clearest thing about her is that she's playful, inordinately so, and rather loud. She gets worked up easily, and as such is never the leader in mobs, but the member that inevitably takes things too far. Her emotions are influenced by outside sources- the one she's talking to, a crowd nearby, the screaming of a demented old lady sweeping the streets. At times, it gets so bad that she'll start drooling and completely lose her mind, throwing herself into the mess with reckless abandon.
As a result, she crashes a lot, mopes about for an hour, unable to do anything but complain about her latest tragedy before getting back up. It is, admittedly, rather unhealthy, and as a result of nearly two centuries of this type of lifestyle, it's wondered whether or not her sanity is intact. But at least she's devoted to her cause until the end, regardless of whether or not she actually knows, or even understands, what that cause is.
*History: She was born in the forest, which at that time was perhaps better than the basement. For the first few decades of her life, she began a serious career as expert tree climber, often getting herself stuck at the tops of trees until she jumped down, breaking a bone or two, generally her arms. When she was about thirty, she was discovered by humans, and shoved inside a freakshow to parade about. She was quite content with this, after proving that she would escape lest she receive the best treatment possible. All in all, she thought of it as a kind of home, and grew to enjoy the awed, sometimes scared looks she received.
Then, at the tender age of forty, ten years after being captured, there was a crowd there to dispute the treatment of animals in the show. They got overexcited, thereby working her up, and during the climax of the argument with the workers, she managed to escape, ending up lost in the city, where she promptly stole some clothes to avoid being detected. It's only recently that Alanor's begun to call to her...[/ul]
