Post by Zena/Artemis Raea Kazan on May 20, 2011 18:03:50 GMT -5
••ZENA RAEA KAZAN//ARTEMIS RAEA KAZAN
shy, light hearted, intelligent out spoken, insistent, vengeful
[/COLOR]shy, light hearted, intelligent out spoken, insistent, vengeful
••THE BASICS
NAME.Zena Raea Kazan ~called Zen~ Artemis Raea Kazan ~called Art~[/size]
GENDER.Female[/size]
AGE.sixteen[/size]
NATIONALITY.Greek[/size]
PLAY BY.Helena Paparizou[/size]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
Straight[/size]
GRADESophmore[/size]
••LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER
APEARANCE.
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Zena is not your average girl. Though on the surface she looks as normal as can be with her waist length, curly, fire red hair and emerald green eyes, if you could see the rest of her, you would know there was never anything normal about her. Her body is covered with bruises that refuse to leave after all the years they have spent covering her, and her legs and back are criss crossed with scars, some that still crack open and bleed. Her stomach is covered in burns.
Because of all of this, Zena now walks as if every step will bring punishment down upon her head. She tends to slink around, trying to stay in the background, away from attention as much as possible.
Though in the same body as Zena, Artemis does look different. No one but Zena can ever see her true appearance though. Artemis has long, black hair that falls to her waist in silky waves. Her eyes were a stormy, blue grey in color, like the morning fog on a cool day. She's tall and lean, well muscled, and she has a determination about her that no one could miss.
When Artemis is in control, everyone knows. Her stature changes with the new personality, going from quiet and discreet, to loud and outspoken. She walks as if daring the world to come against her. She's confident and determined, and she doesn't let anything stop her.
PERSONALITY.
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Zena is a quiet girl, detached from the rest of the world around her. Because of the abuse she received when she was younger, she's always been timid and frightened. She's too easy to control, and she always tries to please everyone. But since Artemis came, she's started relying on her, setting all the decisions on Artemis. Now, Zena doesn't do anything without first talking to Artemis.
Artemis is loud and outspoken. She was created to be Zena's protector, and Zena's protector she is. If anyone tries to hurt Zena, Artemis immediately takes over and kicks their butt. Artemis doesn't take to insults, and she always comes back for revenge. She's the leader of the two, and she's always confident and determined. Nothing can stop her, nothing can hold her back.
HISTORY.
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Zena was a small child, born on a dark, clear night on the 15th of May. As she grew up, she grew thin and sickly, for her parents abused her and cared nothing for her. They locked her in her room, boarded up her windows and closed off her every escape route. For 10 years, Zena lived with this life. She grew up thinking it was normal to b e treated this way, and as she had no one to talk to or associate with, her mind created someone for her. It was then that Artemis Raea Kazan was born, sprung from the imagination of a small, 10 year old girl.
It was on their thirteenth birthday that they discovered their power to control the elements. It was a warm day, made even warmer when Artemis unknowingly started a fire by the door leading out. They freaked, and bashing a hole on the other wall in their haste, not even realizing that control of the earth had helped, they quickly ran from the now blazing house. They never once, not even know 3 years later, regretted burning their house away. They knew that if they had stayed, they would have died.
Regardless, after they had escaped from the abusement of their old home, they soon ran into a couple of rouge elementals. They didn't know that the ideals that filled their minds were lies, all they knew was that these people treated them kindly and taught them to control their powers. So they readily accepted the ideals they taught. They began to think of Alexandria Academy as an enemy, a school that didn't accept everyone, that only let in a select few, the rich few. They began to resent the school, to even hate it and every student that walked its halls.
So after much convincing from Artemis, Zena agreed to accept the charity of the pack of rouge elementals who wanted to pay their way to the school to help bring it down. Their job was to send information about the school to the rouges, to help bring about the downfall of Alexandria Academy. And that is exactly what they plan to do.
LIKES.
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DISLIKES.[/size]
STRENGTHS.[/size]
WEAKNESSES.[/size]
FEARS.[/size]
GOALS.[/size]
POWER.[/size]
Zena is an elemental. Her favorite element is air, always quiet, this element reflects her perfectly. She loves the quietness, but if aroused, she can and will bring a tempest about your head.
Artemis took a liking to earth. Rock solid and steady, never changing, this is exactly what Artemis always wished for in life. She loves its steady beauty and life giving bounty, but if aroused, she can and will bring it all crashing down on your head.
••BEHIND THE MASK
ALIAS.Andromeda[/size]
AGE.14[/size]
GENDER.female[/size]
TIME ZONE.Central[/size]
HOW YOU FOUND US.Some ad I think...can't remember[/size]
OTHER CHARACTERS.[/size] Nikolas James Shadows
•• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Rain pounded the Earth, beating it to submission, wind howling its rage and grief, helpless to save the burning manor. The flames leaped greedily, devouring everything in its path, eating away at the ancient, proud mansion that had stood in this one place for years upon years. Thunder crashed, lighting up the sky with silvery brilliance, its roar heard miles away. A dark night, spirits of the dead roamed free that night, walking the Earth once more. They left a trial behind, a trial of their presences, not seen, but felt. Anyone who walked through it would say someone was walking on their grave at that moment. And through all of this, the people of Crestwood, the tiny town in England that was stubbornly set in the old ways, walked by the burning manor, that glorious manor, forever entombed with burning infernos in the mind of a young boy. They walked by without a care in the world, without even a second glance at the ancient power that was crashing to the ground as they walked. No one noticed the 15 year old boy either. They didn’t take the time to see the boy, so like a drowned rat, who so quickly flit through the alleyways of his beautiful town, his home. He held his screaming hands close to his trembling body as he ran, ran headlong through the rain and wind, headlong away from his glorious home, falling to ashes by the second. He had looked at his hands when he had first come out of the house, crashing from a second story window to land, rolling, on the hard, rock road below. Never again would he look at them again. They were burned, so badly burned that they would never heal. The flesh had seared right off them, leaving a blackened mess behind. That was all he saw in his short glance before quickly looking away, continuing to run, run as far from the blazing inferno as he possibly could. Finally, panting for breath he stopped. He looked up at the black sky, the stars above, and cried, his tears mingling with the rain that fell, covering his face. He screamed, a scream that was covered by the thunder, snatched away by the wind. All his pain, all his feelings of betrayment went into that scream that none ever heard.
With that scream, his future was set.
With that scream, the little boy that he had been died, lost in the fire.
With that scream, the evil that would be, the one that would torture human kind for years to come, was born.
From this scream was born the greatest evil this time would ever see.
From this scream, Nikolas James Shadows was born.
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Four years ago that painful day was, four years ago that the evil that would be was born. And what an evil he was. There was not a place in England that did not quiver in fear with his passing, not a person in all of England that could stand to meet his eyes when he passed. The young clutched their mothers' skirts, the mothers hid behind their men, and the men tried to melt into the shadows as best they could. No one wanted to meet up with the infamous Nikolas Shadows.
But that was just as Nik wanted it to be. He loved to see the people cower away from him, he loved to sense their fear at his presence, their uneasiness and fear. He walked where he wished, and none would challenge him for fear of falling under his wrath. But Nik needed no reason to torture someone. He tortured who he wished, when he wished. Nothing stopped him, he had no boundaries. If he wanted something, he took it, if he wanted to go somewhere, he went there. He treated young and old, male and female, all alike, as the vermin and trash that he saw them as.
But this was the first time in four years that Nik had stepped even a toe in the village of Crestwood since that fire that took his life and innocence away. He had never come back in four years. Now here he was, nineteen years old, the most infamous evil villain in all of England, ready to step back into the town where he had grown up and lived, where he had suffered and died. It was not easy for him, going back to that place where he had died and been reborn. But with a deep breath, his black, leather clad, booted foot crossed the village line. Nikolas James Shadows was home…
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Home… Can this really be home? Four years, four long years, since I have stepped foot here. They took everything I care about, everything I loved, away from me. No way this could be home anymore. No, I have no home now. I live where I please, go where I wish, do what I want, when I want. No one here can do that. No, I don't belong here, and the people here will learn to fear me just as every other person in the whole of England has. I think to myself. Crestwood is different than I remember, nothing like what I remember. It seems the traditions of the old days have passed from them, no longer do the ways that I grew up with blanket the village like snow in the winter, light and pretty, but cold and brutal at times. The new times have caught up with them, leaving everything familiar to me behind. I hate this new world, the technology they claim is so great, the things that just slow them down, close their eyes to the beauty and simplicity of all that is around.
Sometimes I think anyone could see the spirits of the dead as I do if they would just open their eyes. I begin to think that it isn't really a gift, that anyone could do what I do if they would just see the world as it really is. But that would never happen, even if it was true, because this world will never open their eyes. They would never wake up enough, get out of their technological world long enough, to see what is right in front of them. They won't ever see the beauty of the world around them, how simple its make is. They won't ever see the hidden world that's all around them, hidden just past their line of site, hidden in every shadow, behind ever closed door, every silent window. They’re in every forest, wishing for a better life, wishing for a place to go, a place to be free, with no restraints, nothing holding them back, keeping them from doing what they so desperately want to do.
We can't leave, friend Nik. This plane is ours, and here we will stay, until the day that this world ends and we can move on. None but the dead can see us, none but those with open eyes.
You are right, friend Nik. Any and all could see us if they would open their eyes, truly open their eyes. But there is something special about you. Those with open eyes call themselves spirit elementals, but you are no spirit elemental. Not like them, friend Nik. You are different, you are here to help us, where they do nothing but control us. You lead us, friend Nik, where they do nothing but control us. You give us aid, friend Nik, where they do nothing but take what we need. You are more than a spirit elemental, friend Nik, you are the leader we have been waiting for.
The human world is too blind to see us, but with you, we do not need them to see us. We may be silent and alone, but we see the things in this world that no human but those with open eyes will ever see. There are things in this world, special things, friend Nik. There are things that even the small child with the greatest imagination could never imagine. There are things in this world, friend Nik, that goes beyond what humans say are the laws of the universe. The things of their myths can be real, ARE real, and they have no knowledge of it.
Come with me, friend Nik, one day and I will show you the things the humans will never see, both the great and the bad.
I cast a smile over at Salizar as he speaks. A silent person in life, Salizar always has something to say about this new world of his. He lived in the time that I loved so much, the time where ghosts were a common thing, where it was no biggie to see a ghost come through your walls, a time when everyone could see them.
Salizar was my constant companion. He was always showing me something about this other world, something that no unseeing human could ever see. Yet, no matter how much he showed me, Salizar always said that there was something bigger that I had not seen yet. He was always talking about this thing, bigger than anything this other world had to offer. He said that out of everything the astral world had to offer, this was the best, this was the one thing that no man on Earth could possibly imagine, something that no man on Earth could possibly believe to be real, even if he did see it with his own eyes. But, Salizar had reassured me several, I was different than them. I would be able to see it, I would be able to believe it.
But that was not the reason I was here. I was here to make this town as afraid of me as the rest of the country was. It was time my childhood village saw me for who I really am. I walked silently, the only sound around me the clacking of my leather boots on the pavement as I walked, the swift snap of my cloak as it swished around my ankles, trailing on the ground behind me. My eyes glanced around me at the familiar buildings as I walked. My steps were quick, confident. I knew exactly where I was going, and I intended not to stop until I got there.
Snap-Thwat-snap-thwat-snap-thwat
I stopped in front of the ruins of my glorious home, astonishment filling me. Anger riled up quickly after. I could sense the crowds building up behind me, but I did not care. At that moment, nothing mattered but the site before me, and that site brought tears to my eyes, anger to my head.
Standing before me, in the lot that used to hold the ancient Shadows Manor, was nothing but wreckage. Rotten boards lay blackened and charred, rotting where they lay. A few stray patches of ashes lingered, most blown away in the wind, washed away by the rain. That was all that remained of my glorious home.
They had not cleaned it up. They had left the ruins sitting where they lay, not even bothering to move them from where they had crashed. They had set the house afire, killed its inhabitants, destroyed their future, not cared to even give it a second glance as it fell crashing to the ground, and then, atop all of that, they hadn’t even bothered to move the wreckage out of the way. For four years, they had left it here, four years they had walked past it, not even caring. They probably hadn’t even looked at it, never even cared to give it a second thought.
“Sir? Sir, do you need anything?” Came a voice from behind me. I knew that voice. Melanie... She was still here, and she didn’t even recognize me. My girl, my love didn’t even recognize me. Did she even feel anything for me the day I died? Did she go out that same night and find another guy, find someone else, someone to replace me? Or did she at least give me a thought, a passing thought, a thought for her dead boyfriend. Or did she, like everyone else so obviously did, forget about me by morning, not even mourn my passing?
“Why, Melanie, surely you remember me. You couldn’t possibly have forgotten me, now could you. baby? Did you forget about me the same night, dear, or did you even give me a passing thought? Did you run out and find someone else the very next day, or did you wait a week in respect for the dead?” I hissed through clenched teeth. Anger was mixed in deeply with sadistic betrayment in my voice, and I did nothing to cover it. I whirled around, stalked towards my love of old. My hand wrapped easily around her waist, jerking her to me as I talked,
“Melanie, sweetheart, surely you remember me. Surely, you remember your dear old lover. Do you know how I feel, baby? Do you know the sting of betrayment, the smothering of pain and loneliness? Do you know the bite of hurt at losing everything you know? Most of all, do you know the screaming that follows fire around like a faithful dog?” My voice was sadistic. I was no longer clenching my teeth, instead, I faked a sweet voice of a lover, sadistic hate still filling it with every word. My gloved hand was tight on her slender waist, and with my other hand, I tipped her face up to me. Her long, straight, chocolate brown hair was just as I remembered. Her light, fog grey eyes were filled with fright, and recognition and sadness overpowered even that. Her small lips trembled, and her fragrance of forest, trees and earth, lifted itself to me.
“Nikolas… You’re alive…” she said simply. Nothing more, astonishment filled her voice, and her eyes were wide.
“Alive… Now what does that mean? Does anyone really know what alive even means? Do you know what it means to be alive? Because I don’t. You see, I died that day, that house was set on fire,” I said, pointing towards the ruins of my beloved house, letting go of her face. “I died the day my house burned. What you see before you is not Nikolas Jay Anders. No, I am Nikolas James Shadows, the greatest evil this lovely country of England has ever seen,” I finished. I stepped away from Melanie, roughly pushing her away, and gave a bow, flourish and all. When I straightened, my face was hard, and they gathered crowd started to mutter. I could tell they were itching to leave, and if I didn’t stop them, they would.
Salizar, my friend, you have some work to do. Trap them, keep them here. They mustn’t leave before the show has even begun!
I sighed with joy as a large wall of wind started around the group. Or at least, it looked like wind to the humans. I, well, I knew it was nothing more than Salizar and his friends, creating a barrier the simple humans could not pass to get back to their normal lives. The wall rose, and the humans close to the edge began to push the group farther in, getting away from the ghosts.
“Nikolas! Stop this! You don’t have to be evil, you don’t have to hurt people. I never moved on from you, Nikolas, I died when I found out you had. I never moved on, I never could! I love you Nikolas, I still do! Nikolas, what are you doing? Don’t hurt us, Nikolas, don’t hurt us, please,” Melanie pleaded, coming towards me with her hands outstretched.
“Hurt you? And why should I not! You people burned my house down, destroyed my life! Or did you not know that, Melanie? Did you not know that if was people from Crestwood that started that fire? It was too wet, too much rain, for it to have started on its own, and I saw the boys, I saw them laughing as they left the block, the fire raging behind them. My life is dead because of this town, so tell me why I shouldn’t hurt you? Tell me why I shouldn’t let you feel what I did.”
Drawing up the painful memories of the fire, I poured them out. I filled the area with them, implanting them on every mind around me. Soon, the screams from the people of Crestwood rung sweetly in my ears, their waves of pain filling gladly into my heart. I relished their pain, I loved making them feel the pain that I did, making them see that what I had gone through was real, was painful and heartbreaking.
Above all screams rang Melanie’s. She was close to me, and the memories attacked her like no tomorrow. She was on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the burning sensation flamed throughout her body. She wasn’t really burning, but she sure did feel like it, and that wasn’t the best thing to be feeling. She clawed at her skin, trying to rip away flames that weren’t there. She pleaded for it to end, for it to go away, and I drank in her pain, her fear. I hadn’t ever tasted pain as great as hers.
