Post by iyra on Mar 1, 2012 22:02:18 GMT -5
Name: Iyra Zephyrus "Z" Kohma "Frasies"
Gender: Female.
Age: 14
Year in school: Third
School Attending: Spica
Partner: They don't need a partner.
Room mate: They don't have one yet.
Appearance:
Hair color: Silver-blue
Hair style: Varies. They likes it down, but tucked back a bit. Some days it could be in pigtails, some days a bun, it really is all up to them.
Eye color: A reflective gray-blue.
Height: 4'4"
Dress: Spica dress in school. Outside school they like to keep it stylish; and by stylish they mean formal punk. Vests with blouses under them with skirts that are longer in the back than they are in the front are a common sight, and sometimes motocross gloves to go with it.
glasses: No
Personality: Iyra likes to go by Z. This is not for any special reason, she just thinks it sounds cooler. As that can indicate, she is into the edgier side of things, despite never touching a drop of alcohol or a single drug in her life. She doesn't like the idea of things that alter reality, or as she puts it, "that crap that make people idiots." It is believed that she is insane, and this can be very easily backed up by how she calls herself "us" "we" and so forth. This mannerism has been with her since she was very young.
That being said, she has the heart and mind of a seven year old, not to mention the maturity.
History: Z watched her best friend Sam bleed out as a child. The two of them were playing in the park in their hometown in Iceland, when Sam was abducted by some men in a van. They got Z too, and after what seemed like hours they arrived at an older looking apartment building. What she saw there was horrifying; the men were on heavy drugs and had no idea of the area around them. They were rambling about how attractive the girls were as if they were the same age, and they raped Sam right in front of Z. After, when Sam was so scared and shocked that she couldn't move, the men thought she was dead and they started to come off of their high. Z was, as one might imagine, also in a state of shock, eyes deadlocked with her best friend.
The men, in a panic, shot Sam. The bullet was clean to the side of the head, and Z was too scared to move; She watched her best friend die in total fear. Thankfully it would seem that somebody heard the gunshot, and came barging in. What happened next was a blur of sounds, mostly shouting and banging, until she woke in her room the next day. Believing the entire thing to be a nightmare, her subconscious recreated Sam's image everywhere she went. Still just as happy and fun as ever. In time, the memory was repressed and Z showed no signs of the event having affected her.
Until she turned ten.
Right around her tenth birthday, she had a horrific nightmare of the day, but her mind had it play out differently. Sam didn't die; She and Z became the same person. When she woke the morning after, she actually believed the dream to be reality, and that her best friend was living inside of her. Because of this, she started to answer for two people. If she was asked her name, she would reply "I'm Z and Sam. And you?" The sad part being, in this foreign country, her accent makes it sound more like "Z Ansem" so most people don't question it.
This is still true to this day. She mediates her craving for contact with her best friend through video games, where she always creates Sam as a character when possible. The trauma of that day has never left her; Only leaked out in the strangest way. In light of her surprising achievements in forestry and tracking, she was sent to a prestigious school that was high in athleticism. Surely she would learn to grow up there, and stop acting like a child, her parents thought.
Sample post: A pretty nice winter day, she though, making her way to the ballroom. Not too much snow already on the ground, and just enough falling to tickle her childish fancy. She giddily skipped her way onto the staircase, sticking out her tongue to catch some snowflakes. When one finally landed, she giggled and continued inside, where she was greeted with a large gathering, full of beautiful women and delicious looking food with brilliantly romantic music. It was enough to make her shiver with excitement-- and because she was standing in the doorway in awe. Such a magical school she had been transferred to, and such a wonderful life she had. Nothing made this bad at all.
She had a tiny conversation with Sam about the dress she chose; A dress that matched her oddly tinted hair with a large bow through it, and it might have caused people to stop and stare. However, in her mind, Sam had actually started and replied to the conversation.. And now, with everything said and done, 'they' made their way to the dance floor. Maybe somebody could show this poor young girl how to dance? Same didn't know how either, so 'they' were both stumped on what to do.
How did you find us? Arceia~
Gender: Female.
Age: 14
Year in school: Third
School Attending: Spica
Partner: They don't need a partner.
Room mate: They don't have one yet.
Appearance:
Hair color: Silver-blue
Hair style: Varies. They likes it down, but tucked back a bit. Some days it could be in pigtails, some days a bun, it really is all up to them.
Eye color: A reflective gray-blue.
Height: 4'4"
Dress: Spica dress in school. Outside school they like to keep it stylish; and by stylish they mean formal punk. Vests with blouses under them with skirts that are longer in the back than they are in the front are a common sight, and sometimes motocross gloves to go with it.
glasses: No
Personality: Iyra likes to go by Z. This is not for any special reason, she just thinks it sounds cooler. As that can indicate, she is into the edgier side of things, despite never touching a drop of alcohol or a single drug in her life. She doesn't like the idea of things that alter reality, or as she puts it, "that crap that make people idiots." It is believed that she is insane, and this can be very easily backed up by how she calls herself "us" "we" and so forth. This mannerism has been with her since she was very young.
That being said, she has the heart and mind of a seven year old, not to mention the maturity.
History: Z watched her best friend Sam bleed out as a child. The two of them were playing in the park in their hometown in Iceland, when Sam was abducted by some men in a van. They got Z too, and after what seemed like hours they arrived at an older looking apartment building. What she saw there was horrifying; the men were on heavy drugs and had no idea of the area around them. They were rambling about how attractive the girls were as if they were the same age, and they raped Sam right in front of Z. After, when Sam was so scared and shocked that she couldn't move, the men thought she was dead and they started to come off of their high. Z was, as one might imagine, also in a state of shock, eyes deadlocked with her best friend.
The men, in a panic, shot Sam. The bullet was clean to the side of the head, and Z was too scared to move; She watched her best friend die in total fear. Thankfully it would seem that somebody heard the gunshot, and came barging in. What happened next was a blur of sounds, mostly shouting and banging, until she woke in her room the next day. Believing the entire thing to be a nightmare, her subconscious recreated Sam's image everywhere she went. Still just as happy and fun as ever. In time, the memory was repressed and Z showed no signs of the event having affected her.
Until she turned ten.
Right around her tenth birthday, she had a horrific nightmare of the day, but her mind had it play out differently. Sam didn't die; She and Z became the same person. When she woke the morning after, she actually believed the dream to be reality, and that her best friend was living inside of her. Because of this, she started to answer for two people. If she was asked her name, she would reply "I'm Z and Sam. And you?" The sad part being, in this foreign country, her accent makes it sound more like "Z Ansem" so most people don't question it.
This is still true to this day. She mediates her craving for contact with her best friend through video games, where she always creates Sam as a character when possible. The trauma of that day has never left her; Only leaked out in the strangest way. In light of her surprising achievements in forestry and tracking, she was sent to a prestigious school that was high in athleticism. Surely she would learn to grow up there, and stop acting like a child, her parents thought.
Sample post: A pretty nice winter day, she though, making her way to the ballroom. Not too much snow already on the ground, and just enough falling to tickle her childish fancy. She giddily skipped her way onto the staircase, sticking out her tongue to catch some snowflakes. When one finally landed, she giggled and continued inside, where she was greeted with a large gathering, full of beautiful women and delicious looking food with brilliantly romantic music. It was enough to make her shiver with excitement-- and because she was standing in the doorway in awe. Such a magical school she had been transferred to, and such a wonderful life she had. Nothing made this bad at all.
She had a tiny conversation with Sam about the dress she chose; A dress that matched her oddly tinted hair with a large bow through it, and it might have caused people to stop and stare. However, in her mind, Sam had actually started and replied to the conversation.. And now, with everything said and done, 'they' made their way to the dance floor. Maybe somebody could show this poor young girl how to dance? Same didn't know how either, so 'they' were both stumped on what to do.
How did you find us? Arceia~