[CENTER][h1][color=aaccdd][b] Z E R O [/b][/color][/h1][hr][h3][sup][sup][color=silver]Z E L D A  "Z E E"  D I A N G E L O   [color=aaccdd]◼[/color]   N O V E M B E R  5 T H   ( 1 9 )   [color=aaccdd]◼[/color]   ( C I S )  F E M A L E[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][h3][color=silver]"I'm not living, I'm just killing time..."[/color][/h3]
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[COLOR=aaccdd][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A P P E A R A N C E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"For a minute there, I lost myself."[/color][/sup][/CENTER][INDENT][INDENT][IMG]Image of Character[/IMG][/INDENT][/INDENT][indent][b][color=aaccdd]//DESCRIPTION:[/color][/b]
[indent][i]An emotional snowball of energy, Zee seems to always be at the edge of melting, so to speak. Her efforts to maintain some semblance of control manifest in tight lips with an expressive face. Zee's good company, truly, if you look past her laconic troubled exterior. Dark humorous with a penchant for the [b]drama[/b]. 60% of her vocal real estate is swearing and quoting songs.

Through circumstances beyond her control, Zee is unable to be physical with...well, anyone. And she dresses as such. A modest wardrobe in the form of oversized shirts, sweaters, and hoodies. Rarely seen in public without gloves.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=aaccdd]//STATS:[/color][/b]

[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HEIGHT |[/COLOR][/B] [i]5'6"[/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ BUILD |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Slender.[/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HAIR COLOUR |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Black hair bleached white by her metahuman powers.[/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ EYE COLOUR |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Dark brown[/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR |[/COLOR][/B] [i][color=aaccdd][b]#AACCDD[/b][/color][/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ BODY MODIFICATIONS|[/COLOR][/B] [i]An old tattoo of a black sun inked over an older bruise on her left leg. Scar tissue spelling out 'murderer' on her right palm, art of her own making.[/i]

[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ SEXUALITY|[/COLOR][/B] [i]Bisexual[/i][/indent]
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[COLOR=aaccdd][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ B I O G R A P H Y:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"I used to be alright. What happened?"[/color][/sup][/CENTER][indent][indent][i]It was a good life of plenty in the suburbs off Boston for Zelda, her only worry the fact that she was named after a damned video game. The only child of the DiAngelos, a loving if eccentric couple of musicians, 'Zee' was nevertheless accompanied by a household of warmth and joy. She could care less about how many people at school made fun of her name and her small stature, home was always there to comfort her with a song. Zee idolized her parents and the happiness they brought to her life.

So imagine what happened if both were taken from her, by her own hands.

High school graduation day. Despite rising tensions with the metahumans, Zee was hopeful for the future. Boston University was on the horizon, and her parents couldn't be more proud. As she rushed them for a hug after receiving the diploma, the die was cast and her latent metahuman powers chose this precise time to make itself known. And it did so in lethal fashion. Zee's tight embrace brought forth a chill, then biting cold, then unbearable frost. Her parents screamed as abysmal temperatures set in, hypothermia claiming them faster than Zee could stop. Well, that's not entirely accurate. She [b]couldn't[/b] stop it, and the people that raised her were soon naught but frozen corpses on the ground.

Panic defrosted the stunned Zee. Amidst screams, her own and otherwise, 911 was called and the celebration was soon broken up by the authorities. Manslaughter in broad daylight, what else could she even say to that? She resigned herself to the chains of the law and for the next several months in confinement, she would exercise her right to remain silent. Silence was preferrable to the blood-curdling screams of that day. Silence would have been all she knew were it not for AEGIS' intervention.

Pioneers of peace between humans and the humans beyond, they arrived to negotiate for Zee's release in exchange for her continued interment within their own facility, specialized compounds of rehabilitation for young metahumans. The warmth of compassion pierced through the cold exterior. Was this a chance at a new life? Zee really had nothing left to lose. No parents, no home, no future. Zero.

So why not?[/i][/indent][/indent]

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[COLOR=aaccdd][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"I want to live, I want to breathe. I want to be part of the human race."[/color][/sup][/CENTER][indent][indent][i]Zee's powers have already claimed two lives, and by her reckoning, that's two lives too many. With nothing else to cling onto but the weight of the world, she will not let this second chance slip by. No one else is getting hurt. Especially Zee. She is never getting hurt ever again.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A B I L I T I E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"Murderer, I'm a murderer. I'm not the same as you."[/color][/sup][/CENTER][indent][b][color=CADETBLUE]//ABILITIES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ CRYOHUMANITY |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Zee's metahuman body is permanently locked at slightly below 0 degrees Celsius. In lieu of shutting down, she has instead adapted to such low temperatures, giving her the ability to freeze anything she touches. With focus, she can also project her body 'heat' into a short-range freezing aura. Additionally, her body's temperature lock means that Zee is extremely resistant and even immune to the cold.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//LIMITATIONS:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ RANGE |[/COLOR][/B] [i]As above, Zee's powers is lethal at close range but ineffective beyond. Until she can master her ice powers enough to actually make ice from nothing, which may be never at this rate, she is as effective in combat as a maniac with a knife. But, you know, that knife turned people into ice cubes[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//WEAKNESSES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HEAT |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Customary for an ice person, Zee does not operate well in extreme heat or the proximity of fire. The sheer cold of her own static body makes her somewhat functional in the heat, but high temperatures stop everything else from freezing, defeating the purpose of her powers.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][b][color=CADETBLUE]//SUPPORTING CAST:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]▼ FAMILY[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]ANTHONY & OLIVIA DIANGELO |[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i]Zee's late parents. They were a folk music duo, with all the new-age nonchalance that entails. They cared for their daughter more than anything else, and it pains her to think that the last moments of two wonderful people were excrutiating cold.[/i][/indent]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]▼ FRIENDS[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]TBD |[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i]Test[/i][/indent]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]▼ ENEMIES[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]TBD |[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i]Test[/i][/indent][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//STOMPING GROUNDS[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Newton, MA |[/COLOR][/B] [i]A small suburbia, stone's throw away from downtown Boston. Far removed from the troubles of the world until Zee burned that bridge.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//PARAPHERNALIA[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ TABLET |[/COLOR][/B] [i]A laptop is clunky to charge and her phone is worth for little more than a call. Zee relies on the middle ground: a tablet for reading, browsing, and communicating.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HARMONICA |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Her mom's favorite instrument. Zee can't carry a tune for shit, so this is a sentimental memento above all.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=CADETBLUE]//SKILLS:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ INTELLECT |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Neither athletic nor a people person, Zee's lot at life seemed to be academia. She has a keen mind for humanities: anthropology, history, and literature studies. She'd like to use her future to learn from the past, but there's little chance of that with her criminal record, is there?[/i][/indent][/indent]

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