Zaska [DONE]

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CASE FILE: Chimerae


Wanted: Dead or Alive
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FULL NAME:
→ Zaska

AGE:
→ 25 years old/Chimera for 15 years.

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Xing

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Xingese/Chupacabra

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ February 13

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HEIGHT:
→ 175.26 centimeters.

WEIGHT:
→ 68 kilograms.

PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

DEscriptION:
→ Zaska’s eyes are dark, yet at the same time possess a gray shade like that of metal. When the sun hits them, they shine and reflect a silver color. In the shade though, they appear a darker gray that is almost black. He has long jet black hair that reaches down to the middle of his back. His hair is never anything but down and it’s hardly ever managed properly. It usually takes his lover, Sola, a few tries to get him to comb it, or she even does it herself sometimes when she can catch him reading the newspaper.

Zaska is never seen outside without his infamous long, red trench coat. On the sides of it are two horizontal strips of black that are parallel to each other and go around the back. Below them a bit further down is another horizontal line on each side with a vertical line leading down to the bottom of the hem, which is just above the ground. Along with this loved coat, is his hat that resembles that of a witches’. It is also the same color red, and instead of being round, it has three points that jut out all around it. Below the crooked point at the top and around the base is a metal band with a golden buckle in the front. The third essential item is Zaska’s yellow-tinted goggles that he always wears around his neck. These are to prevent him from suffering in the rays of the hated sun.

He usually wears red, black, or white loose pants under his coat with any varying color of a dress shirt. On his feet are discreet black boots with an extremely small heel. Zaska stands at a fairly tall height with a thin body. His muscles are clearly defined, and yet do not obviously stick out to others. His skin tone is on the pale side, but it pretty normal. When he walks, he sees everything and remembers everything he sees, but despite that he walks rather quickly as if he doesn’t want to be seen himself.

When Zaska isn’t frowning, staring off into space, or on the rare occasion smiling, he is smirking in a very cocky way, showing his pristine, white fangs. He has a very evil-sounding laugh that is full-hearted and deep. His normal voice is usually low and murmured, but is slick and kind. He also has an even lower voice that he uses when his murderous intent is most prevalent.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Zaska is a very deep thinker; he could sit for hours thinking about one thing that bothers him. It usually takes a distraction to pull him away from these continuous thoughts. When someone first meets him, he seems completely cold and withdrawn and usually tries to ignore them. Only when he is ordered by Sola, will he give in and introduce himself, but he always is polite about it. He is a naturally kind guy who will always give someone the time of day to speak their mind. He will listen intently, but if he doesn’t like it, he will retort back and sometimes very cruelly. Zaska does not stand for pathetic attempts at dialogue and will in every way denounce the failed speaker in all respects. He just cannot take bringing himself down low to the level of childlike remarks. But sometimes that very fact is hypocritical because Zaska does have a childish side when facing certain things he hates.

When Zaska is forced out in the unrelenting rays of the sun, he will complain like a baby the whole entire time. And especially when he hasn’t had enough blood, Zaska will mope around the house all day like a bum. For good reason, since when he hasn’t had enough, his head will spin like crazy and his equilibrium will flip, thus making him incapacitated.

He can’t do things half-way and has an obsessive compulsive problem if everything isn’t in its special place or where he left it. Also, every time he leaves, if he isn’t given a chance to say goodbye to Sola, he’ll lose his mind and go to find her before he can do anything else. Since he works as a famous--yet undiscovered swindler on the side, Zaska is able to switch his personalities in an instant. One moment he’ll be himself, and the next he’ll be a frustrated banker trying to withdraw funds for his daughter’s wedding. This knack for swindling that he had ever since he was child, has earned him endless amounts of money from stupid high-rise companies, allowing him and Sola to live comfortably.

Zaska is a very open person. He’ll do just about anything under the sun to make certain people he likes and his rare friends happy. His usually serious demeanor can easily change without a moment’s notice when he is embarrassed by someone close to him or something unexpected happens. He is also a very careful and calculated person, doing nothing at all without deep debate within the refuse of his mind. That is how he has survived up until now.


LOVE:
→ Blood, War, Red, Fire, Sola (his lover).

HATE/FEARS:
→ Alchemists, Amestris, Alchemy, Experiments, Pain, Sunlight, Heat, Water, Red cars, Needles, The sound of breaking glass/plates, Alcohol

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ What really happened to him in the past.

IDOL:
→ Death ...what? He can kill people without any effort at all, now, how is that fair?

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HISTORY:
→ Zaska was born on Friday, February 13 to an extremely poor family in Xing. And soon after his arrival into the world, he moved with his parents to Central City, Amestris. His father had become a low-ranking soldier in the Amestris Military and worked hard and long hours every day before returning home, exhausted. Because his family had immigrated from Xing, they were in the pits of society, barely holding up their one room apartment with the Military’s salary. That was when Zaska’s mother took up working as a lowly substitute teacher for the Central School District, but she didn’t always have a job on a day by day basis. Since Zaska could remember, he struggled with survival and was ridiculed in the class room as an outcast from a foreign land that didn’t belong among the elite. He soon grew to believe this and began to make fun of himself for it. The children, thinking this odd, soon gave up their bullying in the later years of Elementary school.

While other children were socializing and playing games at the arcade down the street, Zaska found himself alone with both parents at work. He began to take up studying on his own, finding nothing else to occupy his constantly racing mind. He felt content for a while until he discovered that he had memorized all of his text books and many more that the school had to offer. Suddenly bored, Zaska began to follow around his father everywhere; he was ten at the time. His father became flustered by the onslaught of Zaska and decided to bestow all of the books the two of them owned to the small, reaching hands. Zaska clutched them and became occupied once more. From the more difficult texts, he learned many things. For one he certainly learned what sex was, economy, politics, but he also learned about a magic called alchemy. He was intrigued by this art and read much further than he should have—like he did with the romance novels as well—and found out about human transmutation. Horrified that such a thing existed, he also found out about homunculi, the philosopher’s stone, and the ingredients used to make them. Humans…yes, everything revolved around humans and their desire for power. Being a child and being born poor, Zaska could see everything from the sidelines—the corruption, the money, the need to excel and surpass others and the past. It all looked stupid to him—a huge waste of time and effort.

A night came when Zaska was staying up late studying for a math test he already knew he was going to get a hundred percent on. He heard loud crashes and his mother’s voice in the most hysterical tone that had ever been brought to his ears. She was soon screaming and more crashes echoed before he was able to reach the scene across the small room. The rickety kitchen table had overturned and half the kitchen was shattered on the floor. He wondered briefly how they were going to afford to replace any of that. Then he saw it, his father holding his military gun, still in his uniform, with a bottle of Irish whiskey in the other. He watched as this tall man took a last swig before adding it to the pile of broken glass. It was the first time Zaska had seen blood that wasn’t his own. He stared with shock at the cuts all over his mother’s body from the plates that lay in shards around her.

Frozen, he watched with horror as his father pointed the gun with a sad, crazed expression and pulled the trigger without another moment of hesitation. Zaska felt the tears pouring down his cheeks before he realized he was crying. He hadn’t cried when he was alone at school, he hadn’t cried when he was called all sorts of names, or when he was bored, or when he didn’t have anything for dinner that night. But now he was crying, like he did when he was still a baby, except he made no sound. His father seemed to notice his existence only then—maybe he heard the tears falling atop their broken lives and splattering through the silence that followed the gun shot. Zaska felt like someone had reached through his chest and tore out his heart clenching it with bloodied hands. He began to shake uncontrollably and only vaguely noticed that the father he had once loved and trusted was moving yet closer until he was only a few feet away.

“I was gunna tell ‘ya that she was murdered by a thief, but lookit whatcha had ta go an’ do!” His father slurred at him and the distance between them was met with the stinging of his first slap. Zaska hit the glass on his back and luckily none of them cut him, he looked up with dulled, lifeless eyes at his deranged father. Now he was going to die too… Zaska accepted it quicker than he would have thought. It was okay… if he had lived, he would just be tormented by these memories until he died. So it was okay if he slept forever, right? He shut his eyes and waited for the same sound to drill into his brain, but it never came. He felt the collar of his shirt rip as he was lifted up and slung over broad shoulders. Opening his dark gray eyes, he saw a sight that burned itself instantly into his memory. His dead mother was slumped against the wall in such a deep puddle of blood that he couldn’t believe it all had come from her body. Her vacant eyes stared straight at him, unblinking, unemotional, and so blank that they couldn’t be considered the eyes of a human anymore. Her hands were grasping at something, but he couldn’t tell what she had wanted in her last moments of life. She had no last words, no dying message, nothing. All that she had was pure, quick, and utter oblivion.

He found himself crying silently again when his father began heading straight down the steps from their apartment and to his dingy red car whose paint was peeling off. Before he knew it, Zaska was standing on shaking legs and staring into the hateful, greed-ridden eyes of his father. Then a large heavy object collided with the side of his head and he lost consciousness...

When he awoke, he was dragged out of the car by his shoulder length black hair and into a tunnel where a man stood. The light from the world outside bounced off the man’s glasses and seemed to penetrate the darkness of early dawn. Zaska was tossed onto the loose dirt and lay there, trying to figure out what was happening. He suddenly had the inclination to run, listening to his instincts and jumping to his feet. Zaska darted toward the street lights shining from beyond the tunnel. He heard steps increasing behind him and the fear of being chased struck him. His veins began to feel like ice and his short limbs just couldn’t move quickly enough. When he felt fingers about to wrap around his thin form, he threw himself forward into the grass of freedom where someone would save him right? That was when he began screaming as loud as he possibly could, tears continuously pouring down his cheeks and his breath coming in strangled gasps. He dug his nails and clutched at the grass as he felt his legs being pulled from behind. “Damn, smart brat,” He heard his father mutter with hatred, but what he heard next loosened his muscles to butter. “He’ll be good here.” The voice that spoke this held such darkness—such insanity that it sounded like it came from not a human, but a monster.

Luckily, Zaska’s hands smacked against a flag pole and he twisted himself around it, putting the rope in his teeth and using all of the energy his life possessed to hold on as the two men struggled to pry him loose. Screaming all the while and asking his father why, he felt his sweaty hands begin to slide across the metal. That was when Zaska saw with horror that the flag was the one that flew at Central Military Head Quarters… Where were they trying to do to him? He felt his grip slipping as two opposing weights that were twice his size, flung him off the pole. At least he still had the rope in his mouth, there was still hope! He was like a dog playing a life or death game of tug-of-war when they began dragging him again. He didn’t drop the rope until the same heavy object whacked him across the head. Then blackness consumed his plagued mind once more. That was the last he had ever seen of his father.

It was only later that Zaska learned his father had sold him to a science branch in the military that was studying how to create chimeras successfully. This only reached his starving ears after he had been locked in a cage like an animal for a week. The chains had sliced into his wrists from trying to break free, but he had at least avoided the radar. After having seen many other children like himself be taken away from their own cells, he began to realize that they never returned. Zaska was content with staying in this cage if he didn’t have to be dragged away again. A small part of him then began to wish that his father had just shot him…it would be better to have died then to live with his boredom and anticipation eating away at his mind. It began to drive him insane, but he clung to the strings of sanity that ushered him toward freedom. If only someone had heard him screaming…

A month or so after that first week, Zaska became a hardened shell of his true self. His cage had become his shelter and the grubby hands that handed him food were the enemy. The dark, florescent lights above started to have the intensity of sunlight pouring down all twenty-four hours. Night became day, day became night and time dragged on unrecorded. Eventually Zaska’s time came, when most of the test subjects were already gone. He didn’t want to know what had happened to them, but now that he was being dragged down the hall like they once were, he very much wanted to know what became of them. Fear struck him and his head was reeling with the icy touch of the darkness he was marching into.

The rest of his existence in the laboratory was spent in between consciousness, straddling pain and the prospect of never waking up again. He didn’t bother clutching to life and, instead when he could speak, demanded his demise. Through the various experiments and agonizing pain, came a moment of clarity. Zaska awoke to see a creature staring him in the face. Beady black eyes delved into his own dark voids and he became entranced with it. It had no fur and an unfathomably long tail like a rat’s, except much bigger. The animal’s snout and basic body shape resembled that of a coyote, but its ears were the same as a kangaroo’s. He couldn’t exactly grasp what it was until he heard a voice whisper in his ear with a tickle of hot breath. “It’s a chupacabra and it’s about to become a part of you.” Creepy. Zaska would have shivered except he realized with a shock that he couldn’t feel his body at all. Glancing down at himself, an unexplainable horror faced him. His entire body, head to foot, was stuck entirely with needles that were injecting something into him. He felt it now, the cool stream of liquid passing through his veins. His breathing seemed to catch suddenly as if not enough air could pass into his lungs. A glowing circle surrounded him. Alchemy—human alchemy. They were trying to make this unethical creature become a part of him… He felt his consciousness fade once more into the darkness he didn’t welcome this time.

The first thing that happened when he opened his eyes was that he had cut his tongue because all he could taste was the blood from it. Spitting out a mouthful, Zaska realized with horror that what he had cut his tongue on was a razor sharp tooth that was supposed to have been his blunt K9. Blinking back the shivers running up and down his spine, he reached a needled hand to his teeth and they too came back bloodied. Fangs…he had fangs. After thoroughly inspecting himself, he found nothing else that had changed and forced his weakened body to sit up. Ugh. Looking around, he noted the fact that he was alone, and began pulling out the needles and wires that covered his entire body one by one. Stumbling to shaking legs, he felt like he was on drugs as he walked in a rounded zig-zag to the only door, peering through the small window before opening it. That was when a loud ear-piercing ringing sound penetrated his head. Clutching his ears, Zaska listened to his instincts, which seemed mildly stronger now and much more demanding. He then raced down the hall and through a cloud of smoke. It seemed an experiment had gone wrong and a chimera…like himself…had gone on a rampage killing everyone. Wasn’t a bad idea.

Zaska was able to escape once he reached the upper levels of the building. He emerged through a doorway in the middle of Central City. …So it was Central Head Quarters that created this illegal experimentation on human beings. The first thing that Zaska did was steal money and buy actual clothes to replace the prison rags he’d been wearing. Blending in perfectly as long as he didn’t smile, Zaska spent years building his empire with one aim in mind: to destroy this war-hungry, torment-thirsty country of Amestris. He hated alchemy and any alchemist he now saw, became a pile of ash in the wind.

Years were passed by as a famous swindler whom no one knew the real identity of. He would strut into any company of his choosing and leave with his pockets stuffed full of their finest. His room was littered with twenty-five different kinds of cell phones, millions of wigs, sunglasses, and outfits to assist with his disguises. He had an assortment of different names and personalities to go along with his scheme of collecting money. It wasn’t long before he was very rich, but he never flaunted it—in fact, he hid this fact from anyone. It was around this time when he met Sola, the only person he ever invested anything in. He grew to trust her indefinitely and shared many things with her. And he grew to love her with his entire being. There was a time when he even tried to explain to her what happened to him in the past, but went into traumatic shock because of the stress. He was never able to finish telling her the full story, and she never asked. That was the best part about her…she didn’t need to know—she loved him unconditionally.

Eventually, Zaska bought them a house where he continued to swindle occasionally, kill alchemists, plan the fall of Amestris, and shop for blood. He found a doctor that began selling him packages of the red liquid everyday so he would stop by weekly to grab some. That way it was easier for him to avoid drawing attention. Low profile was key. Thus Zaska and Sola lived together as a couple in crime, wanted, but without pictures.

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TRIVIA:
→ If he doesn't drink enough blood, he will pass out.
→ He has increased hearing.
→ Weapon: Thin, metal wire that is extremely durable and which normal scissors cannot cut. At the end of it is a weight, which makes it easier to control. The wires are embedded with a special gas that is very flammable. When needed, Zaska will then light the metal wires on fire with a small lighter embedded inside his fingerless gloves that store the wire. When he clenches his fists, while wearing the two black gloves on each hand, retractable blades eject of out it like claws for close combat purposes.

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ALIAS:
→ Aki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Tsune, Reila, Kira, (Take the points from them)

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Suck on that!

FACE CLAIM:

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[b]BLACK BLOOD BROTHERS[/b]/[i]Jirou Mochizuki[/i]

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[TOOTSIEGIRL]

APPROVED

^.^ Nice Charrie ;3 He might get along with Adokenai the three-way chimera (vampire bat, male human, female human).

[Guest]

It is with the deepest regret, that I pronounce this character dead and gone.

This man, Zaska, shall be forever remembered in our hearts.

*sheds the ultimate tears of epic manliness*

[Aurelius Schwartz]

I let him dieeeee!!! T____T -sobs-

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