Zorion Quill [complete]

[Zorion Quill]

Name: Zorion Braith Quill
Nicknames: Zori,
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Occupation: Private Chauffer, Private painter
Personality:

Zorion does not have a complex personality or very drastic changes in personality. To her, the world is cruel and unfair, that is just how it is. She keeps a lot to herself, and will rarely state her opinion unless her opinion is important. Observation is how she is different from other werewolves, especially in her family. She takes things slow and carefully, yet gets everything done and gets it done right way before she needs too. She is incredibly serious, but she can still take a joke. She can be really hyper and happy, but only when she is an extremely good mood or really tried, both of which are pretty rare.

Around the time of the full moon, she tends to stray away from everyone. Isolating herself is how she keeps herself in control of her actions. She hates to loose control, it’s harder when in wolf form. Although she loves the taste of humans, she doesn’t like the hatred from them. Her point of views on human are simple: they are sinful creatures with a hatred for those who threaten their race, werewolves and vampires. So keeping herself in check, she limits the amount of humans she eats and who they are since she discovered that humans whom society hates are easier to get away with rather then some random person on the street.

Vampires are a race she openly hates, like all werewolves. She hold some grudges against them from her past, and is judgmental about them. They are a corrupted race that needs to be annihilated, and she’s the one that will help with that. She hates them with her heart, but is cautious around them. Compared to the werewolves, the vampires are stronger due to their immortality. Although she hates to say it, she’ll point it out to other werewolves since this is the most dangerous part of the vampire.

Zorion is cautious around many things, vampires especially. She caries a lighter and a small bottle of gasoline with her because this is one of the most effective ways she has found to kill a vampire. She also pays attention to her surroundings, and strays away from areas that seem extremely dangerous to her. With her continuous observations, which she writes down in a journal, and her planning she is fairly confident that she can defeat almost any vampire that decides to challenge her.

Like and Dislikes:

Likes:
---Night
---Wolves
---Rainy days
---Driving incredibly fast
---Being alone
---Painting really beautiful pictures
---Killing a Vampire

Dislikes:
---Vampires
---Rap
---Daytime
---Really perky people

Appearance:

Zorion does not really worry about her appearance a whole lot. She is slightly above average height for a female, standing easily at 5 ft 7. Her body is lean, from her many hours of running around or being active. Her arms and legs are muscular, but still manage took look fairly frail. She has several scars along her hands, arms, and legs most white with age some still scabby since their fresh. Her skin is an average peach, a small amount of brown freckles along her face and arms. Her skin is actually fairly oily, creating some acne along the sides of her face and forehead.

Her shoulder length hair has a wavy tendency to it. Her hair is often pulled back into a high ponytail, her bangs parted to the side and framing her face neatly. Her hair is a dark brown, highlighted with a thin layer of copper accenting her hair. Her eyes are a dark brown, sometimes black depending on the lighting of area. She has a sharp jaw line and thin pale pink lips. She normally wears black eyeliner along her eyes, other then that she does not wear any other makeup.

Her clothing style is very sophisticated, boyish at times, and also abnormal considering the modern era. She does not pay attention much to her own style, since it is fairly simple for her to follow. She wears dress pants or dark wash jeans, maybe a pair of shorts during the summer. Her black and checkered converses are always on her feet, and she loves them to death. Her dress shirts, layered over simple tank tops or cami’s and her vests (Both leather and cloth) are sometimes worn over them. On rare occasions she’ll wear a dress, but only for really formal occasions. She loves hats as well, and owns many. Cowboy hats, paperboy hats, top hats, ski hats, just about any kind hat and she’ll wear it. She also likes leather belts and wears them often as well.

Picture:
Model: Emma Watson
Family:

Mother: Lunet Quill
Father: Pyrros Quill
Siblings:
----Xipil Quill (21, brother)
----Dusa Quill (13, sister)
----Harper Quill (27, brother::Twin of Lyra)
----Lyra Quill (27, brother::Twin of Lyra)

History:

Born on October 13 in Brighton, England she is the second youngest of five children born into the Quill family. She was a very quiet child, a complete contrast to her older siblings whom are all very temperamental. She grew up in a fairly peaceful home, although she was often caught in the fights of her brothers. Her family lived in a fairly large home, passed down from her grandparents when they deceased. The home was large, and had a vast library were she spent most of her time. She loves to read, and found it as a successful escape from her siblings.

Yet while all was relatively peaceful in her home, vampires were beginning to become more and more dominate. With her family being the only major werewolf clan of any threat, they were the immediate targets of the vampires. On her tenth birthday, her house was attacked by the ravenous vampires. The fighting was hard considering the sheer difference between the two races. At the time, her younger sister Dusa was only four, and could not fight. Within the first hour, her family knew defeat was inescapable. Her parents knew that her family would not live if they stayed. Fleeing from the town, the vampires continued the pursuit. In order to buy the children enough time to escape, her parents sacrificed themselves to the vampires. The plan worked, the children escaped to London where they grew up in a foster home. Her siblings hate vampires because of the pursuit from their childhood.

The foster home was rough, but her older siblings soon left once they reached 18 and got jobs. Pulling the younger ones out of the home, they lived in an apartment for several years. They got into several fights, and soon learned a lot about medical knowledge. This knowledge helped them through some of the tougher years, up until recently they were close. With London as their new home the werewolves befriended some of the locals, and made a life for themselves in this new home. Yet, the threat of vampires still continued. Learning how to fight, learning how to defend themselves, how to hunt, how to live amongst the vampires and survive. Zorion made a promise to herself when she turned 18, that she would do everything in her power to take back her home city. If that could not be accomplished, then she’d at least save London from the same fate. She holds that promise dear to her and works hard to achieve this goal.

Role-play Example:

[[OOC: This post comes from another Vampire VS Werewolf site, Afraid for You. ]]


The cold night seem peaceful considering the war torn village. Nyx sighed softly, gazing out of her window. No full moon… not even close to one either she thought to herself staring boredly at the moon. She tilted her head down slightly as she sighed. The days would pass by so slowly she thought that time was purposely against her. Tucking some sandy locks behind her ear she continued to read the book in her hands. Ivanhoe probably one of the most dull books she has ever read to be honest. The book itself was not bad, she always was interested in the crusades. The book though was just so descriptive it was painful to read. Yet she wanted to read at least one immensely hard book in her lifetime. Why the world she picked this one she’ll never know though.

Groaning she placed her book mark in the book and shut it, dropping it on her desk with a faint thud. She leaned back in her chair gently, resting her hands behind her head. She looked at the white ceiling her eyes creating shapes out of the plaster. A horse head… a wheel… nothing new today she thought boredly. She leaned back father, deciding to see how far she could go before falling, only to occupy the boredom. She wasn’t tired yet, it was only 7:49 in the afternoon and the sky had gone dark. She shut her eyes, using her foot to keep her from falling. With a crack from her chair, she fell, her back hitting against the back of the chair painfully. “Ow.” She muttered under her breath, cursing her own stupidity at the moment. Swinging her legs over her head she rolled over.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, her cheek resting against her propped up hand, she stared at the chair. Nothing special, a simple mahogany chair worn in old cuts and now was broken in two. The area where the back of the chair and the seat met was broken off fairly clean. “Great.” She muttered under her breath, she’d fix that in the morning. Standing up she picked up the chair back setting it on her desk, picking up large stray pieces as well. She plopped on her bed, pulling her hair back into a ponytail. With practiced fingers she begun to braid her hair, as she did every other night.

“Lupe might kill me for breaking that chair…” She thought aloud knowing that Lupe liked that chair a lot. Why she never knew but he was protective about the things he liked, the fact she broke it would not help her case. Another fight probably, more practice for her and more scars as well. Sighing she laid back on her bed, turning to face the wall. Another day awaited her when she woke up, another day closer to the full moon. With a small smile on her thin lips, she shut her eyes, doing her best to fall asleep although it was way to early for her.

[Josephine Connon]

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