Z a m a r r o n .
Apr 17, 2011 16:52:30 GMT -8
Post by Zammy<3 on Apr 17, 2011 16:52:30 GMT -8
Basic Info.[/u][/size]
- Zamarron.
- Seventeen years old.
- Resides in Mizu no Kuni - Kirigakure no Sato.
- Chuunin - Medic.
- Difficulty Setting - Hard/Advanced.
- Types - (In Order). Nin, Gen, Tai.
- Releases - Ototon.
Physical Traits.[/u][/size]
- 5"2.
- 107 lbs.
- Appearance.
Her scent, bewitching; the aroma, vanilla <3
Feast on her flesh, creamy dark olive;
flawless, wicked in curvacious temptations.
Lean, but muscular, small but fast,
a sinuous tool used for ungodly desires <3
Her face; faultless. High cheekbones,
her musical alto outspoken with
her long, defined jawline and full lips.
Never before was a smile disturbing;
trembling, bloodthirsty lips,
gleaming, blinding, sharpened canines.
The vixen's eyes, bright, cynical, mocking amber.
Venemous, entrancing like the basilisk's.
Ethereal lashes, black liner accenting
her eyes as the cat's.
Waist-length, thick, silken tresses of ebony;
choppy, untamed, wild; mimicking the dark witch's soul.
Spanning the width of her upper back,
the hellish black ink of the tribal owl,
wings outstretched, eyes soulless, accusing,
detailed and left coldly exposed;
Her dress, provocative, backless, short,
dark like the silk nothingness of oblivion.
Shoulders, collarbone naked, nothing but for the
the piercings. Ear. Cartilage. Nose. Lip. Tongue. Naval.
All proud, extravagent diamonds.
Within her left ear, the blessed black ink
of the treble clef resides.
Long, black nails, the siren's hands and forearms
coated in gloves of fishnet, scattered across
it's delicacy; small, brilliant diamonds.
Compliments to her seemingly lengthy legs,
black, ankle length booties.
Behold, Zamarron, ultimate in dark beauty,
sinister, alluring Queen seductress. - Blemishes, Marks & Scars.
- Owl Tattoo spanning width of shoulder blades.
- Treble clef tattoo within left ear.
- Hourglass scar on the palm, and on top of her left dominant hand.
Mind Set.[/u][/size]
- Alignment - Chaotic Evil.
- Allegiance - Kirigakure No Sato. (Hidden Mist).
- Personality.
Let her reign erupt with it's power
at the sight of the first star,
only to wane with the first ray of sun.
Dreamer of destruction, reaper among men.
Animilistic in nature, she holds the devil's temper.
Vain, envious, quick to eliminate
any threatening whispers or hand
with her vicious, violent rage.
Tongue never lacking in wit,
her eyes holding an intense maturity
far beyond her seventeen years.
Wild, untamed, rebellious, reckless soul,
filled with freedom; free from loyalty, honesty,
love, respect, standards, morals, and virtue.
She mocks the orderly, the lawful;
preferring the art of the liar,
the sinner's lifestyle of lust, greed, and chaos.
Life; to her a sick, twisted little game,
corrupted, cruel brutality.
Her black heart holds particular disdain
for the weak, the innocent and defenseless.
She'll laugh at your frustration, your sorrow.
Backstabber, heartless, unfeeling,
all flattering titles for the Black Queen.
Alas, light shines through the storm; a weakness?
Yes; the pain is the angel,
the bruises are the hands so gentle,
gentle? An adoration for music.
A pianist, songstress, poet, dancer;
blessed by an angel of music, the soul of an artist.
She weeps tears that come at a price.
Dare to wage your highest bid.
This is her inner beauty; her insecurities.
She refuses to reveal.
Who will be the lover, her rescuer?
Who knows what is to come for Zamarron,
a mystery, herself. - Quirks & Tendencies.
- Habitually clicks tongue.
- Sharpens her black nails to a point. - Likes.
- Getting her way.
- Loud death metal.
- Sharp objects.
- Power.
- Reading. - Dislikes.
- Rainbows/ color.
- Other pretty girls.
- Elders.
- Children.
Memoirs.[/u][/size]
Dear Diary,
It's time I introduce myself to you; you were a gift to me of only a few weeks ago. I'll start with my name: Zamarron. Let me tell you my story.
That day was the same as usual, no more special than any other day. Locked in my room, I watched as the people passed by our home, unaware of the terrors that occurred within those walls due to our perfect exterior. No one knew, and no one would ever know.
At breakfast that morning, my eldest sister Zakara broke down crying, and for no reason... or so it seemed. Daddy slapped her across the face. Mother simply sat there and said nothing. At the time, I had just started hate them both, so much. I used to pray to God every night for them to be dead the next morning, but that wish was pretty much in vain. Mother and Daddy were both famous medics of our village; no one would dare to touch them... or even question what went on in their house.
I used to wish I could talk to Zakara when things like that happened; I truly did. But Zakara and I didn't talk in those days. It was Zera, the middle sister, who held us together. I would talk to her about things and she would always be able to make remarkable sense of them, so it was always easy to hold a conversation with her. I guess why I was so wary of Zakara was because she was so rebellious- while Zera and I didn't dare to ask questions and always did what we were told, Zakara was the one to always ask why.
She was Daddy's favorite victim, as she always said. She was so sarcastic. I had once swore to God that I'd never be like her- Id always be good and I'd never dress as... provocative as she did. Whenever I told Zera this, she always told me that Zakara had more influence over me than I thought. After all, Zakara was my oldest sister by three years. And it turned out, Zera knew what she was talking about; I mean look at me now.
Yes, Daddy was very abusive. He would leave bruises on my face, and I would always fear to want something. He raised us strictly, because Mother was never there, (she was always out in the less priveleged districts of the village, doing God knows what). He would yank mine and my sisters' hair if we didn't pull it back during meals, and if he hadn't invited us to sit and we sat, he'd push us back so hard that we'd break off the back of the chair and go flying into the wall. There was only one thing that I inherited from that man; his temper.
Mother was a different story. She was beautiful, so beautiful... she gave me her eyes, you know. Brilliant, golden eyes. My sisters and I were all carbon copies of her. She was so harmless, gentle even, but she had no shame. Zakara had been right. Our Mother was indeed a whore. But then again, I don't blame her; I mean who knows what I would do had the man I'd had three children with been so abusive to me? I would've left, but... I guess Mother just couldn't bear to do that to us, for she was such a good natured soul.
She used to sit at home with me, when Father was out working, (they had seperate schedules to prevent working together), and teach me piano. She taught me to appreciate everything as an art, and to always follow my heart no matter what anybody told me. She would give me books to read, and take me to the painter's shops to admire their work. She instilled in me the musician that I am today, and I'll always remember her for that.
But I'll also always remember how she let Daddy put his hands on me the way he did.
But all of that is nothing compared to what happened later that day... when Daddy had come home while Mother was with one of her friends. He just got so mad. I didn't understand why- I mean, if Mother was just playing with her friend, all alone in her room while me and my sisters played outside, what was the harm? I could tell that Mother hadn't expected Daddy to come home so early...
I had tried to go inside, curious to see what all the yelling was about, but Zakara had pulled me back. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Zera was hysterical and in tears. It scared me. We all huddled by the front door as Zakara held us close, Mother's screams ringing within my ears. The sun even set, and the shrieks never stopped- Daddy was yelling, and I could hear them breaking things.
Then a body came flying out a nearby window; my sisters and I jumped at the sudden noise. I recognized his face as Mother's friend, and the look he gave me was one of pure horror... he got up and ran away.
Finally, just as we were starting to get cold, things went quiet, and eventually Mother opened the door, inviting us back inside. At the sight of us, Daddy yelled at us to get into our rooms. Like Zera and I always did, we obeyed, but, Zakara... she yelled back.
"I hate you!" she shrieked. I guess something inside her had just snapped. "I'm leaving!" she declared. Daddy had tried to stop her, but... Zakara had surprised him. She'd been teaching herself medical techniques for months, and she had learned to possess their monstrous strength... she threw Daddy off of her and through the wall in one swift motion. "Don't ever touch me again, you bastard!" She definately had a mouth for a sixteen year old.
As she passed us on her way to her room, she told us to get packed. I remember looking at Zera like our sister was insane, but she did as she bid, which shocked me. So I followed her lead.
We left the house, but not after Zakara put her two cents in with Mother. "You never did anything for us, you cowardly whore!" she screamed. "Wither away and die, for all I care!" And then she stormed out.
I never saw my Mother and Father alive ever again.
My sisters and I lived on the streets, homeless, for little over a year. That was until Zakara became very sick, and she couldn't take care of us anymore. She had coached us within the medical arts, of course, but there was no way even my skills in the field could heal her illness. We had no choice but to take her to the hospital.
Once there, it was inevitable that our situation was found out- we were only kids, and we had no home. One doctor would step forward- Mitsukii- and she would take us under her wing as a sensei. The same medic would save Zakara's life, and mine and my sisters' formal training within the medical arts would officially begin.
By that time, the Great Shinobi War had been raging for weeks. A few mnoths after I reached sixteen, Mitsukii died K.I.A. My sisters and I were absolutely devastated. We were all hell bent on avenging her, but even as we tracked down her killer against our Kage's direct orders, our revenge would come at a price. In the midst of the battle, Zakara ws killed; beheaded actually. After seeing that, Zera and I just lost it; we not only murdered Mitsukii's and Zakara's killer, we bludgeoned him to death, and then butchered his corpse. Upon returning home to the village, Zera and I fell into a deep depression after finding out that our Mother had hung herself once our Father had basically drank himself to death.
Six months after all of that happened, Zera committed suicide.
Now I'm seventeen, and I'm living on my own, with no one to look after me and no one to answer to. I've changed dramatically- I went from a goody two shoes with no spine to who I am now. Now I realize why Zakara was so rebellious; life is too beautiful to waste it away doing what you're told. People may have a problem with me and the way I handle things, but quite frankly I don't give a shit. I do what I want, when I want, and no one is ever going to tell me different.
Relations.
- Uchiha, Kouketsu. - Master.
- Kazuma. - Blood Brother. (Elder by two years).
- Uchiha, Anotsu. - Love Interest.
- Kotaru, Yahiko. - Ex Boyfriend.
- Sansutsomu, Zibishi. - Pupil/ Adopted Little Brother.
- Kagome, Yuri. - Pupil/ Adopted Little Sister.
Missions Record.
- Total Mission Count: 1.
- Succesful: 0.
- Failed: 1.
Fight/Kill Record.[/u][/size]
- OOC.
-Wins: 0.
-Losses: 0. - IC.
-Wins: 0.
-Losses: 0.
-Kills: 0.
Inventory.[/u][/size]
- Primary Weapon - None.
- Secondary Weapons.
- Kunai x8.
- Exploding Tags x10. - Items - None.
