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Basic info
Name: Zev Graves
Age: 20
Birthday: 4/26
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus(Cat)
Height: 4'8"
Weight: 92 lbs
Face Claim: Sayaka Miki: Puella Magic
Stats
STR:5
DEF:3
RES:3
SPT:1
Aura200|100HP
Personality
Group: Warrior
Likes:
- Cat Nip: Need I say more?
- Fashionable Clothes/Well Groomed People: Part of a cat-like instinct to spend too much time grooming.
- Blood: The smell, the taste, the causes. She has acquired a nearly primal love of it.
Dislikes:
- Other Cat Faunus: As she's oddly territorial.
- Sharing Friends: As she's afraid the few people she can feel comfortable with will leave her should they find someone better.
- Cat Toys: If it jingles, twitches(like a string), is bright and/or fast and small, she doesn't like it. She'll do anything to kill it, and has total tunnel vision for these things. She will deny any of the glorious levels of fun and giggles she gets from doing so.
Fears:
- The Dark/Being Blind: She can't see, and if she can't see she can't react to defend herself, or prepare herself for what's happening in the unknown area.
- Affectionate Touch: She feels it's a way to earn her trust, and hurt her somehow. No one should ever be that close to her in her mind.
- Hunters/Huntresses: They killed her family, and are widely unpredictable in her eyes. She never knows which to trust and which not too. This applies to people in general, but mainly Hunters.
Overall Personality: Zev is an incredibly unstable individual. To call her a loose canon would be an understatement. Gullible would be a generous term as well. Using fear is an easy way to manipulate her, or remove her as an obstacle.
At her core, Zev is a brash girl who never grew up. She's quiet fearful, and will do everything to hide her weakness, appearing paranoid about any and all vulnerabilities. She's quick to take things at face value, and it takes an insurmountable pile of evidence to sway her from a view once she's adopted it as her own. Too nobodies great surprise, she isn't an entirely altruistic person. She doesn't need to know, or even remotely think she's doing the right thing to perform. In fact, whatever makes her feel the best about the situation is generally the direction she'll fly. Be it lying, stealing, murder, assault, or anything to even out her need for revenge.
Finally, Zev has a bit of a complex. Whenever someone claims to be better than her, or worse, proves it humiliating her, she will become obsessive. She will literally do anything it takes to take that person down, and reclaim her sense of superiority, and safety in her own strength or situation
Abilities
Aura type: Healing
Aura Color: Blue
Semblance: Healing: Zev's semblance allows her to recover quickly from damage. As well, when activated, it completely numbs the wound she's trying to heal, even if the wound hasn't healed yet. Unfortunately, she may only heal herself in this manner. Over time this makes the regeneration of small losses possible, such as a finger or her tail. However, she cannot regenerate something as complicated as an organ, hand, limb, or eye. When healing a bright blue light that almost seems like electrical discharge appears over the wound, trailing it as it closes. This is also true of the healing gained by her Aura's nature, though the passive healing isn't nearly as flashy.
Item 1: Katana(s)-Tier 1 Weapon: Zev uses a pair a Katana's with a saber-esque guard.
- Zev's Blades:
History and Sample
- History:
- Zev was born in one of the larger cities of Remnant. Due to her being a faunus, she was faced with the usual trial of being ostracized, and generally discriminated. As a child, this was simply a part of life she came to deal with.
One day, Zev's family was caught in a group of radicals. They were relentless in assaulting the girls family. She watched helplessly, restrained by a tight grip on her scalp. Suddenly the crowd would fall silent. It parted in the wake a man who's presence seemed innately commanding. It was a huntsman, and they new better than to be dissident in his presence. The men dropped the family, and the girl went rushing to their side. The embrace was tight. The embrace was safety. What all children feel in the arms of a parent. But it became limp. It became wet, and it became warm. Not all huntsman are so noble. There's scum in every corner of society. And in this corner, a crowd left her hugging the corpse of her father, killed by a man sworn to protect them.
At first Zev became obsessed with safety. Her first instinct was to remove the reason they had to hurt her. She cut off her tail, but it grew back. Time and time again, she removed it until finally giving in. She practiced stealth, and hid her tail. Wrapped around and taped her waist to this day. Eventually she grew paranoid, assuming they everyone could simply see through her ruse. She became bitter. Combative. No longer the sweet mild mannered child of her parents.
Finally, she became obsessed with power. She had to break molds. All of them. The more people stronger than her, the more people left to fear. To this end, she ran from her home to Syne academy. She hates Hunters. Hates Grimm. But they're strong. So she would learn to be stronger from them. And one day, she could kill them all.
- RP Sample:
- Left foot, right foot, left foot. Swaying to meticulously left to right. Was she there yet? She peaked up from under her cloaks hood. Yep. There it was. Only a thousand more miles or something up a steep mountain. No sweat. She wondered why they didn't keep a train or something running to the school. Maybe they did and she missed it. Or maybe-...
The thought's cut short. Her eyes whip to the object of her furious killer intent. A menace without match. A creature that caries intense disdain universally. A butterfly. The scum.
Drawing both swords, she swings wildly. The butterfly is an expert. She expected no less than such from her old foe. It evade to the left, to the right, expertly ducking, and swiftly avoiding every strike no matter how well measured.
There was a sharp pain on her face, and the world became little more than white lights. What was that? She must have spun to fast, and hit a tree... Getting darker... Maybe she should just lay here a while. It was time for a nap anyways.
