Zoisite Tzimisce

~Character Bio: Zoisite

~S/N's: Zoisite Tzimisce

~Name: She goes simply by Zoisite, her Kindred name. The name she carried as a mortal has long since been forgotten.

~The symbolism behind the name: You people need to understand something first and foremost. I do not watch Sailor Moon, and I had no idea there was a char in it named Zoisite, if I had known, I would have named my char something else, because she has absolutely nothing to do with that SM bitch. Zoisite is the name of a mineral, a metal I believe, and is a unisex name. I saw it somewhere online, looking up names I think, and thought it looked cool.

~Species: A vampiress of the Tzimisce clan. Zoisite in two words, enigmatic and mesmerizing. Vampires of the Tzimisce clan are known to be frighteningly breath taking, whether eye pleasing or revolting. Most have manipulated their flesh into strange, alien patterns over the centuries, and Zoisite is no exception. Intricate patterns of symmetrical self mutilations cover the whole of her entire body, drawing the unwilling eyes of whomever she should cross. A Tzimisce is in all likelihood the most eye catching of all undead, be it for their eerie beauty, or hideous disfigurement... it is all open to the interpretation of the viewer. As a Tzimisce, she is very scientifically inclined, and prone to carry out strange, if not out rightly disturbing and sick experiments to satiate her curiosities.

~Rank/Occupation: Zoisite is regarded as a vampiric scholar of sorts, and prides herself on knowing almost everything there is to be known about her race, having studied the vampiric arts for literally centuries. She collects and reads works of vampiric significance voraciously, seemingly never whetting her appetite for enough learning. She carries out each and every scientific undertaking with methodical and careful non emotional practicality. Her laboratory is kept uncannily neat, herself being an almost obsessive component fiend for order. Her collection of instruments which look in all realism to be torture devices are filed away according to purpose and kept spotless and shining.

~Height: 5'5" relatively short, since her clan tends to be tall and lean. She is a head shorter than most, and none the less, is shown only the utmost respect. Size can be frighteningly misleading as far as it's correlation with strength and power.

~Weight: A scant 101 pounds, underweight for her height. Zoi is lithe and very slim, with cat like muscles and a fluid other worldly gait. Zoisite's pallid arms are usually crossed over her chest, and her small frame was at the very least proportionate, she had delicate everything, small nose, thin pouty lips, tiny hands and feet, and a waist so slim that it looked almost unhealthy. Her size would be about a 0 or 1, she is so slight and small.

~Hair: Zoisite sports short cropped deep navy locks, varying in their length with odd, random and slight differences in it, though no one particular piece is any longer than 2 1/2 inches. It is always kept spiked up in somewhat neat little pointed locks. The style would give the illusion of being something modern, but she has kept it in that fashion since long before it was socially acceptable.

~Eyes: Zoisite has curious eyes, shaded bronze with small random flecks of a bright green scattered through them, as if a tiny painter had flicked his brush over them after drenching it in the almost Technicolor hue of green. They look to be almost sinister in nature, the preternatural stare can be more than merely unsettling if turned to one person for a long enough period of time. Her lashes are dramatically long and inky black, and around her curious eyes is a neat lining of black eyeliner which screams superiority.

~Age: 19 in appearance, in actuality she is ancient, though her race makes her exempt from aging.

~Astrological sign: Such mortal frivolities carry no merits with a vampiress.

~Birthday: It has long since been forgotten.

~Blood type: Vampiric. Hehe

~Weapon: Zoisite wields a black bladed scythe named Malaise which has a gently curving serrated edge. Interesting and fearsome weapon for a creature of similar type. Her scythe is perhaps the only thing she shows anything like affection for; she polishes it religiously and carefully sharpens it to a deadly perfect point when the need arises.

~Attire: She wears only what necessity demands, a few scraps of strategically placed black cloth here and there, for her work of art, that being her body, is to be displayed to the eyes of all. Zoi wears knee length black leather boots with a rugged sole. A onyx bandeau adorns her chest and a matching pair of small tight shorts sit around her slight hips, the tops of them a good four inches below her navel. When the mood calls for it, she wears a spiked collar and bracelets, and other than that, not a whole lot conceals the view of her body. Her nails are kept short and always black in shade, her lips neatly slathered with a shining paste of the same color.

~Hobbies: As mentioned in previous sections, Zoisite thrives on learning and her scientific pursuits, reading voraciously and always planning out what the gruesome little details of her next experiment will be.

~Personality: Zoisite is cool and collected, with many individual quirks to her complex personality though she lets on to very few of them, preferring to keep her distance from as many beings as possible. Being highly intelligent, most others she finds to be insipid and idiotic, and she becomes quickly annoyed with keeping such company; frankly she would rather be alone. Her voice is uncannily smooth and somewhat unnerving, almost snake like, seeming to slither it's way up from her delicate throat and over the thin dark lips. When parted, they give view to starkly white, large fangs, always at least partly protruded from her pink gums. She wears a sick little grin most times, perhaps to match the goings on in her sick little head.

~Abilities: Zoisite is very skilled with her scythe as well as learned in a great assortment of vampiric spells and incantations. She is extremely quick, being a vampire, and as well is in possession of super human strength and the immortality that vampirism lends. She has an astounding knowledge of torture tactics, though she prefers to call them by less sinister titles, saying rather that she is an incredibly persuasive being when she wishes to be, or something along those lines. Zoi has powers according to the Sire ranking, from my vampire ranking guidelines.

~History: This is a closely guarded secret, which none but Zoisite has the privilege of knowing.

~Theme Song: Castlevania: Path of the Departed. This song, if you have never heard it, has an eerie haunting quality to it, and the moment I heard it, I knew it suited this character perfectly. There are no words, it is just a moving instrumental.

~Family/Friends: None and she much prefers it that way.

~Last Notes: Maybe I have too many vampiric characters but I think I have some kind of fetish or something.. and I play them well so no complaining. ^_^ It's not as if they are all cut out of the same mold, I have a wide variety of vampires to take my pick from.

This is just a little something I came up with.. bored enough to RP Zoi for a change. >.> I've kind of been at a loss as to finding a picture to use for her, but this might paint one that's almost adequate enough to take it's place.

Zoisite Tzimisce: ::The tavern door was eased open in such a small amount there was hardly room for the thin whisp of smoke which trickled through the opening to enter. A faint, pale gray in shade, as if in possession of a life of it's own, the column churned slowly about itself whilst snaking slowly to the room's center. Slender rivets fell away from the main body only to turn back upon themselves and seep into the center of the mass again, twisting and thickening immediately before melding away into the picture of the whole once more. The odd collection of smoke trailed along to some seven odd feet, hovering just above the dingy, worn floorboards, until all had reached the room's dead center, at which point it gathered into a neat ball, roughly one foot in diameter, and levitated in a smooth fluid motion to a point four feet from the ceiling. There it hung suspended, while two tiny bare feet fell to earth from the lower portion of the undulating mass. Gradually flesh came of the smoky culmonation, the dainty feet, deathly pale, soon followed by calves, knees, legs, all bare. Here it would become readily apparent that this was no ordinary creature melting into existence from the serpentine chaotic, intangible smoke. For covering the porcelain necroflesh were tiny symmetrical self mutilations and vivisections, obviously inflicted by an endlessly accurate tool, weilded by patient hands. The skin on the creature was not plain, or void of these curious markings, in any square section above the ankles, save for her face. Hips, for which slender was not an adequate word.. tiny, perhaps, was a slight amount better suited.. were adorned with two strategically placed scraps of sable cloth, shimmering velvet of the finest quality. The rear of the creature was hardly modestly attired, nor was the opposite side, but you couldn't see *anything*, by only the slimmest measurements. Her stomach, either marred, or improved by the Tzimiscian scars like the rest of her came into being soon after the narrow hips. Chest almost bare, apart for similar obsidian velvet scraps partly concealing the curves of her delicate breasts, and back, utterly naked, were likewise adorned in the painful looking skin tricks. Her neck, slender and frail in appearance, and head, petite, as was the rest of her, were the last things to come into sight. Her cheeks had semi circular mutilations, more conservative and soft than all of the others, and other than for those two, the skin was plain, and clear. Bright eyes, bronze flecked with a green loud enough to scream for attention flit about the place in cold, scientific curiosity, little nose turning up, and corners of her lips turning down simultaneously, in ill concealed disgust. Zoisite, was anything but impressed with the creatures already habitating the little hovel she'd chosen to visit. Nevertheless, she thought there was a slim chance she would find a suitable meal, and taking small steps forward, she crossed her arms, bare apart from the scars, over her chest, and fell to her hunting::