[hider=Zaneta][center][img]https://urcdn.eu/forum/8ebfdaea-490e-476e-aa42-108641342faa.png [/img][/center] [table=] [cell] [center][sub] [img]https://urcdn.eu/forum/92d5c841-c78d-4651-9b37-7bfeb289aa76.png[/img][/sub] [color=456593] _______________________________________________[/color] [color=456593]|[/color][color=silver][sub] Zaneta “Zaney or Zane” Tiphus [/sub][color=456593]|[/color][sub] 21 [/sub][color=456593]|[/color][sub] cis female [/sub][color=456593]|[/color][sub] bisexual [/sub][color=456593][b]|[/b][/color] [color=456593]|[/color][sub] former novitiate [/sub][color=456593]|[/color] [/color] [color=456593] _______________________________________________[/color] [img]https://urcdn.eu/forum/9d9c125a-9cfa-4ef8-8973-2b315e1d6ad9.png[/img] [/center] [/cell] [cell] [color=456593]APPERANCE[/color] [color=456593]____________________________________________________________________________[/color] [indent][color=silver][sub] With her back, hands, and forehead covered in scars, Zaneta is known to wear her hair long with a silk veil that’s ornately held back by pearl-encrusted clips. She refuses to let anyone see the right side of her face, given the garish mark that strikes through it. There are two tattoos on her wrists and two on either side of her hips. No one can ever see what the ones on her wrist say, as she usually wears black out of habit. Despite her dark dress, her bright baby blue eyes are constantly locked in a state of wide-eyed innocence. She can usually get whatever she wants with a bat of her eyelashes. It also helps that she’s average height, coming to about 5’6’’ without shoes on. Her wardrobe consists of pearl hair clips, organza and silk veils, black dresses with plenty of lace, black and white skirts that barely pass for sensical clothing, a wide array of tube tops, sweatshirts, and pants, and even her old derby jersey, an array of rosaries she’s added chains from her old sets of jewelry to in order to spice things ups, ridiculously big cross or hoop earrings, cowboy boots and go-go boots, Docs with the heels so worn down it’s a miracle they are even wearable, platforms that make her too fashionable for the apocalypse, black mom jeans, black bustier, and a white pirate shirt. Zane prides herself on being fashionable for the apocalypse. [/sub][/color][/indent] [color=456593]PERSONALITY[/color] [color=456593]____________________________________________________________________________[/color] [indent][color=silver][sub] Bubbly [color=456593]|[/color] Confident [color=456593]|[/color] Adventurous [color=456593]|[/color] Restless [color=456593]|[/color] Rebellious [color=456593]|[/color] Resourceful [color=456593]|[/color] Flirtatious [color=456593]|[/color] Apathetic How do you solve a problem like Zaneta? She always has this naive sense of the world, even though she’s fully aware of its evils. She’s like a cat- she always lands on her feet, and it’s gotten to the point where she relies on that. Zaney is fully aware of what people think of her, particularly in regards to her bubbly nature… and the fact that she’s known to flirt with anything that moves. Still, discounted her entire life as a silly, little airhead, Zaneta prides herself on her confidence that often translates into foolish bravery and strong headedness. If someone needs a spider killed, monsters shooed away, or a zombie slaughtered, Zaneta is the first to volunteer. She’s always open to talk to new people, even if they’re dead and trying to eat her brains. Simply put, it's easier to let Zaney run free than to abridge her adventurous nature because good things happen more often than bad things. Usually. She’s at least gotten this far on her strong will. Some call Zaney a chaos junkie, given the way she’s drawn to always start a fight. Really, she just feels like she has no place in the world. She tried the whole God thing, but turns out she’s too free-spirited for such a position. Before joining the nunnery, she tried college but dropped out after she realized she liked roller derby more than solving quadratic equations (seriously… why did anyone think that Zaneta would excel in a math degree?). Before that, she was the star cheerleader. Nothing’s ever stuck with Zaney, except derby and her rebellious spirit. Perhaps she should join a commune. Despite her overflowing spirit, Zaneta still struggles with appealing to people’s feelings. She simply doesn’t understand them usually, even though she’s well-aware of her own. It surely doesn’t help that she used to cut up dead animals at a kid just to “look at their insides,” but she swears she’s not a serial killer. At least not one for humans… maybe zombies though. Zaneta’s just got more goals in life than feelings for it. She wants to get things done, contribute to the world in some way. Not sit around talking about her sadness. [/sub][/color][/indent] [color=456593]BIOGRAPHY[/color] [color=456593]____________________________________________________________________________[/color] [indent][color=silver][sub] Zaneta’s life didn’t really begin until her senior year. She lived simply with her mother (her father unknown), busting kneecaps on her roller derby team (If you want to know, her nickname was Fridge. Don’t ask). Zaneta was called “Zaney” and loved by almost everyone who got to meet her. Sure, she had ultimate Elle Woods energy, and her grades were abysmal, but she managed to go to college with a little bit of effort. She dropped out only a few years later, making people think she was some type of idiot. Except, Zaneta had always been smart. She’s just never applied herself and was blonde so everyone assumed the party, it-girl was stupid beyond recognition. No, Zaneta simply enjoyed putting her skills to other uses. Like turning their rival school’s entire football team against each other because she was dating all of them at the same time, resulting in them turning on each other in the middle of the game (she kissed one of them during halftime) and allowing her school to go to states for the first time in almost fifty years. She did the same thing with the Debate Team, but no one wants to note that they were gullible to let her do it twice. When she started college, no one expected Zaney to go into math. Especially not calculus. However, she did it anyway, and she almost graduated. But, being Zaneta, nothing could hold her fascination that long. Therefore, her next obvious conclusion was to become a nun. For some reason. Her thinking was that she’d become like Mother Tereasa, just without all the terrible qualities. You see, the reason why she wanted to become a mathematician was because she wanted to be the next Einstein. Now, she was looking to become a philanthropist and servant of God. She lasted all of six months before quitting, unable to stay away from roller derby and her friends. After that, she started working at a local diner, trying to come up with a new goal. When the apocalypse hit Texas, Zaneta was planning a road trip to Florida with her gal pals where they were going to do all the things they could only do on the weekends in Austin. Her mom came home that day, greased up from working on the underbelly of a car at work, and turned on the news to discover that the entire world was falling apart. Something shifted in Zelda that day, and she forced Zaney to throw out anything she had packed in her Jeep for the trip that didn’t have a survival use and revealed to have hidden a duffle bag filled with an entire Army base worth of weapons under her bed for years. They set off towards Oklahoma that evening and Zaneta woke up the next day to find that her friends, who had set off without her, had been killed by a swarm of zombies, at least what sounded like zombies based on how it was described on the radio. After everything turned to shit, Zaneta and her mom roamed for a while before they finally found their way to Chicago. It wasn’t long before her mother started to show signs of drifting away. She’d leave for a few hours and come back just before dark. Then, one day, her mom got too brave and the wild look in her eyes made Zaney go after her. She doesn’t remember what happened after that, only that her mom didn’t come back, but she did. She assumes her mom’s dead. After all, Zaneta returned with cuts on her hands and back, marrying up her forehead and cheek. It certainly didn’t help that she couldn’t remember anything that happened. Still, even though she can’t get answers about her wounds, she blames herself for her mother’s death. [/sub][/color][/indent] [color=456593]OTHER AND HEADCANNONS[/color] [color=456593]____________________________________________________________________________[/color] [indent][color=silver][sub]Unknown | [color=456593] #456593[/color][/sub] [list ] [*] [sub] Character is not disposable.[/sub] [*] [sub] https://www.pinterest.com/wisforwumbo0120/nightmare-dressed-like-a-daydream/ [/sub] [*] [sub] Professional love-letter writer[/sub] [*] [sub] Kissin' Kate Barlet from Holes ~energy~[/sub] [*] [sub] Always has a cigarette[/sub] [*] [sub] Needs to knit or sew in order to keep her hands busy [/sub] [*] [sub] Never sleeps for more than two hours; otherwise, she starts having weird dreams[/sub] [*] [sub] Has an old iPod with her favorite songs from 5th grade on it that she still listens to[/sub] [*] [sub] Probably chewing on something, even if it’s a potato peel or a piece of fat[/sub] [*] [sub] Gets a little too happy with a knife in her hand[/sub] [*] [sub] Is knowledgeable in how to use most traditional weapons; is strapped with at least four knives at all times[/sub] [/list][/color][/indent] [/cell] [/table] [/hider]