Zera Carnivous

Basic Information

Full Name: Zera Morgan Carnivous

Nickname / Code Name: The Cold Flame

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Straight

Race: Witch

Clan: Aythn

Birthday: August 1

Spoken Languages: English and a small bit of Latin.

Face Claim: Hudson Lieck


Abilities:

• Flame Manip: The ability to control/manipulate fire. (Low Level magic)

• Solar manip: The ability to control/manipulate solar rays & heat. (Medium) (Currently Learning)

Appearance:

Hair: Blonde Hair in loose curls that reach just below the shoulder blades.

Eyes: Almond shape brown with flecks of gold and an outer ring of black.

Skin tone: Tan Sun kissed Skin.

Height: 5'2

Build: Zera is on the thinner side of average.

Birthmarks/Freckles/Scars: She has a rather severe burn on her back from when she was little and before she had Magic. It extends from the back of her left thigh to her right shoulder blade.

Other:

Fashion Sense / Dress Style: Zera can often be found wearing cloths of dark red with gold trim. She often wears a robe with the same color pattern.



Personality:

Attitude: Zera is a quiet person. She likes to stick to her own devices because it makes things simpler. Though she doesn't openly seek conversation, she is a very honest person when you ask her a question about something. She truly believes that honesty is the best policy. If the answer your looking for isn't given by her it can be very hard to like her. Zera is on the colder side of the personality thermometer when she meets new people. She's not rude, but she's not very open or inviting. It takes a while for her to warm up to people and vise versa. When she does she can be one of the most loyal and trusting person you'd know. She's not a very social person because of her past interactions with some people. She especially as a difficult time with other women. Besides her mother, the only female she really trusts is her younger sister. 

When it comes to her studies and the environment she's in, Zera is very focused and even controlling. She doesn't like it when things are disorganized or out of her control. She feels extremely vulnerable and exposed. This can often lead to fear and fear is something she absolutely despises. She'll try to take control of the situation, or as much as she can. She has the potential to be a great leader if she doesn't let her fear drive her and if she learns to trust the abilities of other people. She's always weary of other's motives and is something she needs to break out of. 

Its normal for Zera to get angry or annoyed with people, but when she does it's still hard to tell if you base it solely on outward appearance. She may be dismissive on the subject right after is occurs but inside she's like the sleeping volcano under her feet. It's because of her controlling personality that she doesn't blow up like a normal person would. She prefers to carefully vent out her anger in smaller quiet bursts throughout a period of time. For someone who's known her a long time its easy to tell when she's in a mood. She might close a spell book or a door with just a little more force then needed or she'll run for a longer period of time. A very angry and destructive Zera will disappear for a few days and come home covered in ash and a deer carcass. Though that's only happened once and it was because her grandmother had been killed by a Hunter. She had secretly joined the hunt for the Hunter who had done it and out of pure rage from not finding him took out a buck and an acre of forest. Fortunately, the creature wasn't anyone's familiar...




Likes: 

• Her family, especially her little sister.
• Learning/Books
• Animals

Dislikes: 

• Pranks.
• Disorganization/Chaos
• Hunters

Strengths: 

• She's very meticulous in her magic and daily life.
• She's protective of those she cares for.
• She's very honest and direct when asked a question. You can always trust that she's telling the truth, even if you don't like her answer.

Weaknesses: 

• Zera's very controlling when she approaches something. If she can't control the situation she reacts badly.
• It's hard for her to express her emotions because she sees them as a loss of control over herself.
• She isn't very social, she tends to stick to her magical studies than interact with her fellow peers.

Habits:

• At night before Zera goes to sleep she'll submerge all the candles in her possession in bowl of water.

• In the early hours of the morning you can find Zera jogging around the tunnels of the mountain.

• She always has to have something in her hands. Usually its a small stone that she rolls between her fingers. You can tell how nervous or frightened she is by how quickly she exchanges the stone from one hand to the other. Her movements slow when she feels in control or safe.

Trades / Aspiration: Zera strives to Master control of Fire and protect those she cares for.



Background:

Family:
Father: Raider Carnivous Age: 745 Expert
Mother: Sage Morgan Carnivous Age: 342 Master
Sibling: Raiza Carnivous Age: 12 Beginner

Pets/Familiars: Dhaval is a Male Red Panda, also known as a Firefox. Appearance Around his neck is a leather necklace with a small red jewel pendant. Dhaval thinks it makes him look dashing.

Background / History: Zera was born within the Mountain of Cendarion to two loving parents, Raider Carnivous and Sage Carnivous. As a child she didn't show much potential to being a great witch. She was very clumsy and was always getting herself hurt. Often times she'd get teased by other girls her age, but she was a very happy child and didn't let them get to her. Unfortunately their teasing escalated to pranks when they started learning magic and one prank went just a little too far. The result ended in a severe scar across Zera's back.

It was after that event that Zera developed an unnatural fear of fire and completely stopped her studies in magic. About age 9 it got so bad that one day she ran away from Mount Cendarion. She ran and ran until she collapsed in a forest. For hours she cried. She cried at her fear of fire, her inability to learn magic, the disappointment from her parents when she quit.

When the tears were used up she just sat there in silence. It was then when her familiar appeared to her. Well more like fell on her. Dhaval had been sleeping in the tree she sat under. When she appeared he was woken from his slumber by her crying. He didn't do anything though. He just laid on his branch and watched. He wasn't sure what to make of the crying girl under his tree. He wasn't sad for her or angry. Just curious. There was something about the girl that made him stay and watch rather than find another tree to sleep in. Unceremoniously he dropped into her lap, scaring the Zera out of her frozen silent state. She screamed so he screamed and after a moment they stopped and stared at each other. Her scream was high pitched and his was like a gargling squeak. Anyone who would have passed by them would have laughed.

When they calmed and Zera got a good look at the Firefox that fell onto her, something inside her realized that he was her familiar. To Dhaval's surprise, Zera immediately hugged him and started spilling her entire life story to him and he understood every word. To Dhaval, it was a new experience to understand the word of humans. He had been told stories about the companionship between Animal and Witch, but he never thought he'd find his very own. There were after all thousands of animals in the forest and only so many new witches being born. It did explain his attachment to the tree over the last few years though.

It wasn't until nightfall did her father finally find her. 

When her younger sister, Raiza was born Zera began to study magic again. She had declared that she would protect her younger sister the dangers of the world and the only way to do that was to master her powers. With the support of her Familiar and the drive to protect, Zera dove head first into her studies. There were times she forgot to eat and sleep because she focused solely on mastering her first power of controlling a simple flame. Her parents were proud but they worried about her change in personality. The once happy and lively girl was quiet and so focused that she became distant and controlling. It was only around her little sister that her old self would peek through. They decided that that was enough for them as long as Zera was happy. 

Now at age 22, Zera has graduated from a beginner with almost complete control of fire and is starting to learn her second power Solar Manipulation.


Other Info (Optional):

Other / Other Facts: 
Zera's father had been her mother's teacher before they wed.
Her clumsiness comes from her mother while her quickness and drive to learn magic comes from her father. 
Zera has nightmares of losing her powers and being over taken by the flame.
At age 20, she suffered the loss of her grandmother to a Hunter.



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OOC

Name: Zera

Age: 22

How long have you been roleplaying?: 7-8 years now.

Sample Rp: (From my most recent RP) Val looked around at the new home they had moved to. It was hot and dry. Completely different from their old home. Where the ground used to be greet and lush, it was now brown and dry. There were pockets of water scattered across the new land, but it wasn't a great river Val had grown up around.

It had been a few days since they had landed here. Everyone was tired, angry, sad, frustrated...anything negative Val could see it in their eyes. Cora and Layla had taken up trying to sooth the other wolves. Cora was telling them not to worry, be happy they were alive. They listened to her of course. She had that aura around her that got others to listen to what she had to say. Layla was using her voice to help heal the injured. Many gathered around her as she sang about happier days while it didn't help heal their beaten pride, it healed their torn flesh.

Like many others, Val had been carried here by vines held by those who could still had the strength to fly. The journey had been hard on all of them. If Val were honest with himself the hard times had started long before the war.

He was alone at the moment. The sun barely peeking up from the horizon. The others were either asleep or starting to mark and protect the new lands they inhabited. Val started to let his walls down. His usual soft eyes turned harsh and cold. His happy smile changed into a dark sneer. His power that he had stopped using during his retirement pulsed through his body and his fangs, claws, and wing doubled in size. Surrounding him his aura stretched and reached out. If anyone happened to come by all they'd have the urge to run away.

What most don't remember is Val had a darker side of him. One that had been created after his accident. One that could have been used for the better of the pack as an alpha wolf. When those dreams had been ripped away from him, his potential twisted into something dark. Those who had been under his care as Gamma had seen his ferocity as a fighter. He might not have been able to fly but he could take down any wolf that dared spoke back to him during training.

Val let his thoughts wander over the war. If he had been younger, maybe the war would have taken a different path.