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(Downtown) Character Name: Zaida Age Appears: 21 Age Actual: 21 Species: Shifter Gender: female Sexual Orientation: bi-curious but mostly straight Attitude/Personality: zaida is not shy, but she's not outgoing either. She just likes to keep to herself, especcially because she has really bad trust issues. She barely trusts her shadow, and just because that fucking black thing has followed her for her entire life, and only because of that. When she finally grabs enough courage to talk to anyone, she's very sarcastic, and can sometimes be quite mean, but she's loyal to anyone who shows her they are worthy. Physical Description: Zaida has red hair just a bit up her shoulders, and uses small pigtails most of the time. She is 5'5'' tall, very skinny, and very pale as well. She has a very strong sight, with which she tends to speak, rather than just speak. History/Background: Zaida is not your tipical outcast, her family was not murdered in any violent attack, they did not die of strange diseases, they just didn't like her. Not even her younger siblings liked her. Everyone mocked her back in Paris, where she was born and raised. She hated the so-called city of lights. She came from a mixed heritage family, and thus, didn't possess and identity per se. At the beggining she saw the pictures, she was loved, but humans had little regard to anything abnormal and her parents weren't an exception, ever since they saw she could shift into an animal and her diet varying, well, they decided to treat her like any other child that lived with them, a serf. They were cruel, but she still respected them, after all, they were the ones that created her with their DNA, right? or so she thought anyways, because she just felt like trash much of the year. When her parents had her two younger siblings, they were normal, human. No shifters, and that made them glad. They forgot about Zaida, treating her like a leech they couldn't get rid off, even purposely forgetting her birthdays, and pushing her into constant depressions and repressed anger. She was the brigthest student in her school, yet, her parents were only proud of her siblings talents in the piano and the violin. She wanted to learn how to sing, she had a good voice, but those lessons were expensive, and her parents paid nothing for her, save the scraps of food she got. Whenever she became too weak, they grabbed some servant to take her a cup of blood, and that ussually made the trick. Eating her meat raw, and all those weird diet things, made her eat alone in her room. She didn't have any friends, everyone who was curious enough thought she was a bitch, but she just didn't knew how to interact with people and the french are known for being the biggest asswholes in the world. When she became of age, she had had enough money from her irregular jobs, to leave France. She went to the american continent, because that was the place where dreams were possible, or that was what they said. She just walked through the USA, sleeping on cheap motels, and writing in her journals. Sometimes she bought books, but as soon as she finished them, she either sold them at some used-books store, or threw them away. They took too much space, and her backpack was heavy enough. Walking through the country, she came into Deviltry and is still checking out the place, and just writting her story in her journal. Maybe one day, she will become a published author and be famous, but for the moment, she likes her lone wolf act. Though she would like the idea of belonging to a pack, maybe one day she may.
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