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A single scroll…
Why you're walking down the forbidden street of Faerie city, even you can't say. But for some reason it calmed you. Maybe proved something to you. Maybe that even faeries have darkness inside of them. So you keep walking, for whatever reason. As you walk, you take special note of your surroundings. All of it was dark, gray and black and brown and mediocre with a strange feeling that none of them were what they seemed. And then , in a space between two buildings, you notice a piece of white. Curious, you go to see what it is. A scroll. Written on the finest of faerie parchment. You swear it's not in English, or even Neopian. Definitely Faerish.
You pick it up, eager to read it. "Drop it." You jerk up, dropping the scroll as you do. "Very good. Now turn around." You do as directed.
And gasp. A white ogrin stands before you, her black hair messy and falling into her eyes. She had ice blue eyes, though one was swollen shut. She had a huge cut on her cheek, though she didn't seem to notice. Her arms were covered in small cuts, and a giant one that could only be described as a gash was still bleeding at her shoulder. Her purple shirt was torn at the sleeves and shoulders, destroyed and burned at the hem. It revealed blackened bandages around her torso, spare her stomach. A skirts made of the same bandages in Lost Desert style was in much better shape, a large, ice blue gem on the front. Her bare feet were encased in black bandages, her hands in pale honey mustard brown, though they were stained with blood. You imagine from her own wounds. She smiles slightly. "Do you read Faerish?" You shrug, trying to look indifferent about her appearance. "Give it a shot. I need some time to heal, anyway." She kneels down and picks up the scroll, opens it, and runs her hand over the parchment, murmurs something, then hand it to you. You take the scroll, opening it warily. However, you cannot help but be sucked into the paper. It's written in a strange combination of black and winter blue, as if freezing darkness was used to write the parchment. You start to read.
What is Written
A Child named Zielaii
There was a child. This child lived a normal life. She was a normal little ogrin, her black hair was long and beautiful, her eyes were blue and bright, her fur was a perfect white. She lived in a little town in Shenkuu, in a large home with her parents and her two brothers.
It was a perfect, undisturbed life.
Until the day she came. She was a faerie, her wings dark and leathery like a draik's, horned and evil looking. Her black hair was cut messily, and she held no mercy for the little town. She had intentions to destroy it. And she almost had. She had one more building to destroy, several more to murder, more to burn… She blasted the door off it's hinges with a cold smile. Five ogrins were huddled in a corner. Two boys, a father, a mother, and a girl of about ten, looking up fearlessly at the darkest faerie herself. The faerie raised her hand, burning her own hand with the dark fire- "Don't." The faerie dropped her hand. None in the small town had yet to reprimand her action, none had told her she wasn't to do so. And then a mere child had the nerve.
The faerie smiled. "Ah. You're an interesting one. Do you have a name, child?" The child pulled herself out of her mother's arms and stood up.
She didn't even come up to the Faerie's waist. But she still stood fearlessly. "Zielaii. I know who you are. You're the Darkest Faerie." She glared up at the Faerie, and the hatred in the ice blue eyes was amazing.
The Darkest Faerie laughed to herself quietly. "Ah, yes. Yes. I am indeed. Do you want to save youself, Zielaii? Your family, too?" Zielaii's eyes flashed to her family for a mere moment, then back to the faerie.
She held her gaze with no emotion but hate. "What do you want?" She made a face.
The Faerie laughed coldly, kneeling down so she was at eye level with the child. "Hm. How old are you?" The child held up nine fingers in answer. The Darkst Faerie nodded, thinking. "You are under my control. They are under my castle. In the dungeon. How's that sound?" The child no longer had to look up.
She looked at the Faerie with complete loathing, nothing short of utter hatred on her face. She didn't even look to her family this time. "Anything, if they live." The faerie smiled, nodding.
It Keeps getting Harder…
Coming when Mihn stops being Lazy.
To make a Zielaii, add one bad attitude…
Name: Zielaii Terezah Neis (She's named after her mother)
Nicknames: Zie-if you fail to value your life, that is.
Gender: Female. Duh.
Species: Ogrin
Age: 17ish
B-Day: Day 27 of the month of Swimming
PB color (at the moment): Yellow
PB goal: White
Eye color: Ice blue
Hair color: Raven black
Personality: Zielaii is one of those cruel people who is amused by other people's pain but never her own. She is devoted, secretive, and despises when others give her pity. She could argue for several hours with a door about the type of wood it's made out of, or with a rock about how hard it is. She could hold a grudge for years, but cruel, vengeful, and secretive as she may be, she is honest. Sometimes brutally so. It is a known fact she fears nothing but her mistress's wrath.
Love: She closes her eyes, summoning into her hands ice. It morphs slowly, forming a heart wrapped in darkness. It melts, and she murmurs to, not you, but her hands, "Aaibe". An image of two feathers forms, detailed in black shadows.
Fur color: White and Black
Daily attire: Traing robes- A destroyed purple t-shirt, revealing a bit of her stomach and the bandages on her torso; Skirt of bandages, tied under a large blue gem the color of her eyes, yellowed, bloodstained bandages on her hands, blackened bandages on her feet. Normally- A black dress with a purple scarf over her shoulders, tied with a purple ribbon and layered under with purple; bare feet, occasionally her paws are covered in blood; yellowed bloodstained bandages on her hands.
Occupation: Apprentice to the Darkest Faerie
Theme Song: "Pain" By Three Days Grace
Roleplay: Open in Anthro
Only One
I was fourteen, only having started my apprenticeship three months ago. I had made another careless attempt to escape, and had once again, unsurprisingly, been caught. My Mistress had the Darkness attack me viciously- it was, after all, the third time this week. The whole time she was screaming at me, and I had to respond "Yes, Mistress" no matter how much pain I was in. I was wearing a black dress that revealed a lot of my back and most of my scars. And the door opened. It was an ogrin of maybe 16, I recognized him from the wanted posters. He was my Mentor's head bounty hunter. He was young to be a murderer, I thought. I looked up from where I was knelt on the ground at my Mentor's feet, trying to look indifferent about the pain with as much loathing for him as possible. It wasn't possible, though. So I looked back down.
Over the next year, I was abused more, but every night he picked the lock to my quarters and came in with a new story, usually a sappy faerie tale that ended in happiness. I read them to him, and we occasionally talked about nothing in particular. I gave him two feathers the exact color of my eyes, and he still keeps them tied around his head- and if you touch them, forget the Faerie, you're at the top of his hit list. Aaibe is the only one I truly love.
Those she's Survived With
Her birth Family (Terezah, Nekho, Isic, Ohlivver)
Mihn's Family
Mihn Herself
She's met Some in her Travels...
Foddas
Eraphy
Firminn
Neomail Mihneis to Roleplay
To Make a Replica of Ice…
Requests: Closed In need of a revamp
Trades: Closed In need of a revamp
(That is of course turned into a random pet. And it is sadly non-transparent, but the real ones will be. They're based off my original design for Zielaii. An electric ogrin with a messy, boy-ish haircut and orange headphones. Hence the adopt.)
Rules:
-I need a ref pic
-Fill out the form below
-Title Adoptable related NMs 'RAWR- Anthroness
-Do not altar these in any way.
-These babies are all species. I'd prefer adopts for Zielaii, but I have plenty of other pets if your pet isn't an ogrin.
-NO ENTERING IN AG/BC! Not like you'd win anything…
-No claiming as your own.
-I can reject your trade/request.
-Neomail my main! (Mihneis)
-Link back, always!
-Yesh. They're transparent 8D
Form:
Request or Trade?: (DUH I need this)
Full name of pet: (Including underscores, numbers, and CAPitaLIzaTiOn).
Location of ref pic: (This is a MUST!)
Location of Adopts: (If you want a trade. Otherwise put 'c:')
Name on Adoptable?: (Yes or no.)
Nickname: (Only if you want the name on the adopt.)
Color of Headphones: (Neon Green, Neon Pink, Highlighter Orange, Highlighter Yellow)
Waiting List
-Comin
Pickups
Okay, Here we have Pickups. Replace 'PET' With the full name of your pet. That simple.
As she is…
Her own replicas…
 
A Collection of Art
Mihn's Art
Awkward, empty silence
Fan Art
Art By Toolate
 
She is Owned by Two…
Welcome to the credits. These can actually get really long. Zielaii's name/every day attire/the idea of the apprentice thing/her powers/her awesomeness/the fail art on this page © Mihneis. Zielaii's training robes/the concept of her life story/and a LOT of art on this page is from Mihn's awesome RL friend Toolate. She and Mihn hold joint copyright to Zielaii as a character. The ogrin/page coding is mostly from Neopets.com.
If You Wish to Return…
You put down the scroll, only to see the Ogrin, Zielaii, you now must call her, holding an orb of ice, surrounded by darkness. It's an image you imagine will always be in your head. She smiles slightly, takes the scroll, and points you to the end of the alley.
Leave now…
  
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