Zen Safisha
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Zen Safisha
Name: Brianna Nichole Williams!
Contact information: BrisGoneInsane on AIM.
Role Seeking: Schism Saint
Character's name: Zen Safisha
Age Upon Entering/At Death: 19 years
Age Now: 302
Race: Vampyr
Appearance: The essence of the jungle is captured in the very skin of Zen, mocha in color and the softest of texture even though she has been dead for years uncounted. At the moment of her transformation she was frozen in the body of a nineteen year old woman and now her beauty is deadly and untouched by time. Eyes of light blue, almost white were unusual in her village and marked her as a spiritual woman whom most would refer to as a priestess, now captured with only slight changes in them when she feels the need to feed. Blood red veins begin to show brighter and brighter against the stark white of her eyes when she’s hungry, if they were to turn entirely red, the next creature she spotted would become a meal for her. Eyes that were previously thought to be able to see into the future and the realm of the Gods after training are merely the eyes of a creature with the taste for blood now. Thin braids of hair wrap around her body usually, her long hair reaching down to her hips. She often leaves it in the intricate styles she knew as a child in her own African village, but sometimes unbraids the soft strands and lets them hang loose when she feels most free. White teeth shine against her creamy complexion, fangs extending onto blood red lips in an eerie smile that can only be described as seductive and wanton.
Her body has little curve to it, only full breasts and hips display her provocative femininity, but the rest of her is built of lean muscle. Her waist is thin, flowing out to her hips almost dangerously. Hipbones tend to rise above the waistbands of her outfits, only looking sharp when she hasn’t fed. The muscles of her stomach are soft but display the beginnings of a soft six pack and an innie belly button. Long arms and legs make her look as if she is always floating gracefully, moving with intention in each and every step. Taller than most women, Zen is almost six foot tall but wears her height well, with a sense of defiance. She was destined to be an African priestest, the most respected position in their community and carries that duty in her appearance even now. Slow to smile, but ravishing when she does so, Zen is a piece of work that few understand.
Personality: Mystery surrounds Zen and few know about her past. Zen is deeply religious and still prays to her gods and goddesses quietly when fear is struck into her and that’s not very often. She is stately when she speaks and packs a load of venom when she is angry, though anger never crosses her face. Dangerous emotions revolve around her soul and sometimes she becomes combustible at the strangest moments, storming out of rooms in a flurry of curses in another long dead language. Sadness isn’t something Zen feels anymore and love is an emotion that wells deep within her for only one other person in this world. She is also fiercely protective of Bella, the owner of the Red Lotus nightclub, and tends to be a bitch when it comes to granting access to the club itself. She spends each night bouncing out rowdy vampires and other creatures with a sense of joy many can’t understand.
Biography:During the beginning of her life, Zen was nothing but a girl dressed in rags who ran around a jungle village in the deepest parts of West Africa, a member of the Safisha tribe. Whispers about her almost white eyes rolled off her dark skin like water and she lived happily within the village. She knew no mother nor father, only the collective group of older people who took care of all of the children together. She knew many mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers and loved each of them greatly with an exuberance that only childhood could bring along.
As she got older, she was informed that she had the spiritual powers of a Priestess of the Safisha and was taken from the group setting to the outskirts of the village. There, she was brought up from puberty as a virgin Priestess, dressed in clothing unlike all of the others. Bad times were brought upon the village, suspected outrage from the gods that often demanded a sacrifice in order to continue in an according way. Untrained and unknowing, the funeral pyre for Zen was created as she collected sticks herself for a ceremony they began to speak of. Disease had spread through the Safisha and Zen wasn’t untouched by it. After venturing into the thick jungles around the village, she began to cough and collapsed for only a moment by a local stream, or so she thought. When she awoke, the a voice she could hardly understand was speaking to her.
A blonde man with skin pristine in nature loomed over her in the darkness and spoke words which she could not understand, his emerald eyes beckoning her very soul. As he stared into her eyes his words became clear as he spoke of the treachery her own village was planning against her. He asked her if she wanted to escape from the sickness that plagued her soul, not only the disease she had contracted, but the questions she asked of her own religion and her own people. As her eyes closed, she accepted his offer and felt a piercing pain in her throat before she passed out from the lack of blood. He must have given her his as well because she woke up tied to the pyre in her very own village. She cursed them, her family, her home as the flames consumed her and her now immortal body transcended time and place. Zen awoke in a place she had never seen, dark streets made of blackened stone, and discovered her vampyric powers in time, as well as a taste for blood.
After meeting Bella, a new thirst was ignited in her, one more provocative in nature. She adored the curves of the other vampire’s body and learned the ways of pleasure for the first time in her life. Bouncing at the Lotus became her way of earning money as well as a mild amusement for the time. She’d thought she was happy, but the threat of not assimilating with the Schism Saints became too great for her to stand. After conferencing with one of His prophets, she became one of the gang and tried not to go against their wishes if at all possible. Her loyalty, however, comes only with the assurance that Bella would never be a target. With that agreement, she became one of the Saints.
Powers, if any: Zen can fly, short distances quickly and long distances with a little more time allowance. She has extreme strength, though not more than the average older vampyr, and knows the ways of seduction like the back of her hand, though she has little interest in men. The vampyr can disappear and has speed that defies time itself as well as the ability to hypnotize almost any other creature.
Weapons, if any: This woman carries a seven inch long dagger that she keeps strapped to her ankle in her normally knee high boots. She can access it in a flash and knows how to use it in a very accurate fashion.
Additional information: None now.
Edited by: Crystal Dinaia at: 6/22/07 12:31 am
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