You enter…

The rain seemed to never end. It had been going on for days and here you were running away. You flip out a compass and it spins it's dial around and does not stop, it's broke. Water damaged and you are pretty sure the lunch you packed up is sure to by soaking damp with water. Your lantern, was well burnt out for what seemed like an hour now. Unlike many days of your life, today was passing by slowly. Your limbs were heavy, the rain pulled on your clothes trying to break you down and fall to your knees. Heaving and taking in deep breathes as you run along the river of the now unknown land. In seconds you stopped, falling into the murky mud and as you lifted your head, you saw a lupe. Her friendly wide smile and narrowing eyes were welcoming.

Reaching out to touch her fur, she yanks herself away but puts her head out and licks the mud off of you,"Running away, is there something you fear? Follow me, your soaking wet…" She calmly speaks, her voice, you longed to hear more of it. There was only one thing you knew to do:

And that was to follow.

When It all started ten thousand years ago,





It all happened years ago in a town that no longer exists. In that city there were buildings that followed straight up until they reached even beyond the clouds. The buildings were beautiful in a sinister way. Such as how the moonlight hit them, or by the number of crack in them and if those building walls could tell you stories, you would live here in this city, or visit it often just to hear those stories told. Beyond the building this city had many lights, they were called,'street lights'. For every sin committed in that city there would be a light. The lights were there to ward off sinful nature. This town was stock full of lights. They illuminated the night so well that one could say night never came. The lights for a while protected the city from sin but it did not uphold.





The town had found itself against a army far beyond its own. Not even the greatest in their little town would stand a chance against them, except for a scientist that was seen and talked to rarely. He lived a life of solitude locked away in a lab far beneath the ground. Everyone called him 'Doc' because no one knew his actual name. Kids made horrible stories about Doc, saying he did many things, that he really did not. Their stories though inaccurate were close to the truth. However, Doc was very intellect and when he had a plan, he always carried it out. For several days on end he thought up a plan. He worked fast and did not eat or sleep unless it was a need to keep him from reaching his rest. Even when he did it was very little for his time and city were at stake. About a week later he had completed an army of clones, the 60606 series, also known as '666'. They were the key in protecting the city. However, that my friends, is not even the end of the beginning.




The 666 clone fought for victory on the war field but one however, stayed behind. She awoke in a tube filled with a liquid, cords attached to both her and a box of some sort. Swatting at the liquid her gorgeous blue eyes opened, one slightly bigger than the other. She motioned with her lips the word,'Dad'. Looking up and eyes glowing brightly towards -blocked- Doc could barely even look at her because somewhere he had failed. She was frail and had no rough structuring. He kept her in the tank for a bit longer and kept her retained from the outside world. Perhaps she had just no developed fast as the others. Doc thought that for a while but saw she only grew weaker and weaker. As a result Doc removed her from the tank and put her into a box cage. She asked many questions. Growing a love for chewing on skulls Doc brought her from other creatures. Often Doc would hit her for the reason of why he failed, few times across the eye, nearly making her blind in her right. Doc called her the most unsuitable, disgusting name that he could think of, 'Zemephyst'. In her cage as he worked she would cry for food, cry to be loved or to be cuddled and away from harm. Doc never talked to her, looked at her or even took her out of the cage for a full year. Leaving her suffering, and her cries brought smiles to his face.




One day though, when Doc was away she managed to escape the cage that she was imprisoned in and for the first time she saw where she was created. Standing under a flickering light she looked at it, and it stopped flickering. The yellow tinted light hit her blue silk fur. She watched as these creatures with two legs roamed the streets, some running, others limping. The smell of meat that was being brewed carried past her nose. The sweet scent was tempting but something caught her attention far above anything else. It was a distant noise, it was sharp and sounded much like fireworks. In that second she foresaw something it was very much like a vision. Her heart beat hard against the cage it was locked in. She saw a flock of creatures battling, one side away from the city standing. The other towards the city laying. Than she saw a series of flash events and at the end of them a lone creature stood in the midst of the others. With that she opened her eyes, breathing faster than ever. Seeing a bottle of spray paint, she picked it up and drew across the walls the word hero, followed by the lone creature that stood. After she had finished she looked towards the loud noise and followed it's trail by her hearing. Taking long graceful strides, she put on a confident smile and held her tail high. Many things could have distracted her but, like a functioned cell she was ready to fight a virus, that invaded the wound for far too long. She kept her eyes locked in the direction ahead of her.







Soon, she had reached the path in which the loud sounds were born and no one knew exactly but many thought by imagination, Zemephyst created a dragon to kill every soul at war. Many thought she was a God, and was there to punish the evil doers that crossed Creta, others thought it was just a myth. Let me be the one to tell you, that small creatures that are weak and fragile are not all they seem when you first look at them. In the middle of the rubble she stood. As Zeme carried out a plan like Doc she let her eyes back to her creator and gave a snarl followed by a smile, similar to that of the Devils. Never forget this story.

VITALS



Profile

:.Name.: Zemephyst
:.Alias.: Zeme
:.Age.: Immortal
Home Syncaidia
:.Hide.: Dark blue shades and black markings
:.Gender.: Female
:.Physique.: Zeme has a Frail, slim, almost aneroxic frame.
:.Love.: Is there someone, who will not hurt me?
:.Personality.: Strangely she has a love for the rain. She loves graveyards, and settings as such. However, at the same time she usually is caring and loving. Inside she a wreck waiting for the moment to give it all away.
:.Sayings.: Zeme tends to be witty at times. Catch at certain times and moments of her life and she may even tell you something interesting.
:.Parents.: It's unknown if they are still alive or dead themselves, kinda hard to live ten thousand years.

Interest and Dislikes




Loathes
Short Memories
Confusion
Light
Smell of the living



Enjoyments



Dark areas
Loneliness
Tranquility
Syncaidia
















Personality Analysis

Zeme's past is not one that could be said like a fairy tale, she has yet to even care to speak of it at all. Asking her about it causes her depression and brings back the worst of her memory.

Though her past is rough, Zeme tends to be caring in her actions and is quiet and calm. She does not like lupes that are optimistic and prefers life in solitude much like her creator had.

Zeme has an obsession with graveyards and when the rain falls. It is soothing to her and she speaks most when either take place, if there is ever a time to find out about her past, it is during either of the two events when she should be talked to.

Zeme prefers to play leader than follower, she tends to be the mother of several topics. Usually always she has a suggestion of some sort. She gives good advice and can talk truthfully for long periods of time but, she does not. She can be blunt and it can come out rather humourous at times, though she does not intend it too.

In making friends she values wit and cleverness. Sometimes someone as calm as her is always nice to have around. She values friendship highly for she does not trust many as her friend. She also can be impatient at times.











Physique



Zemephyst has a small body, much smaller than average. Her ribs can be seen. She also is rather short compared to the average height of a lupe. Other than that she is in proportion. She is basic colored and not filled with colors that are bright.

Her coat is a dark grayish blue, she has fine, silk like hair. It follows evenly against her build. It is long and creates a beautiful look to her, also it hides the fact she is so skinny. Her snout is a short and black at the nose area, leading back to her eye.

A scruff of black is on the dorsal of her coat. Leading in a stripe all the way to her base of her tail and then she has a black tipped tail. Three stripes are long on her back and curve to her belly.

Her claws extrude farther than others. They are sharp and useful for many things.

Gorgeous blue eyes, that are wide. They however most the time look paranoid, for Zeme is quite so. Her eyes are lighter in some areas than others. From her eyes she has two black scars that have never healed from when Doc hit her years ago. She has long black eyelashes and it looks as if she wears makeup, for her top eyelids have a white tint. Overall she has a calm look, which allows her never to forget who she really is.












Childhood and Parenting




Doc was the only one who ever took a watch over her in her younger years. She was abused by him quite often and did not have a spoiled childhood. She was rarely fed and had communicated with no one during her deprived life.

When she walked out to the city, she did not know what anything was. All of it came as a shock. She was not going to jump out and talk to a stranger either. Rather she still seemed retained. The ones around her were surprised to even see the door of the lab open.














Love

Zeme has a heart full of it. She is a tough one to follow and currently has no support for the discomfort she struggles through each day. Will she ever be able to say those three, powerful word's 'I love you'?













Ones I Know


Ex : Ex. He's a very friendly male. Me and him have been through a lot. He was there when Angel left me for a bit and is the father of my pups. We were always meant to be friends but death would separate us. Go pay him a visit sometime and tell him Zeme said 'hello'.


Angel : Angel. He's a very kind vampire. Fate brought us together and not even death could tear us apart. He's been there for me when times were rough as I will be for him.


















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