Zeich Fieltas

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Chimerae

…Howl to the bloody moon…
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FULL NAME:
→ Zeich Fieltas

AGE:
→ 19

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Illia, Creta

RACE/SPECIES:
→ Cretan/Timber Wolf

GENERATION:
→ Generation 3

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ June 6, 1994

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HEIGHT:
→ 5’11 (Human) / 6’4” (Transformed)

WEIGHT:
→ 155 lbs (Human) / 210 lbs (Transformed)

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Human: In his human form, Zeich portrays the third generation’s ability to blend in well with humanity, another face in the crowd. Long black hair hangs down his head, the front left unbound to flutter freely in the wind. The back of that long nape is tied into a long ponytail that reaches between his shoulder blades, resting just above his upper back. Often left untamed aside from the long gathering at the back of his neck, which is usually kept bound by a small band of leather, Zeich’s hair seems messy and unkempt, an appearance that the Chimera has never attempted to rectify. After all, he chooses to maintain his human form only to blend in; he cares not for its overall appearance. If others think him a vagabond, so be it; the Chimera has little love for his reputation among humans.

Zeich’s skin is lightly tanned; though he has spent his life outdoors, the young man’s inability to tan easily combined with the fact that he’s often in his transformed state away from other people means that his skin hasn’t darkened much. His golden eyes stand out brightly against this slightly pale background, burnished metal glaring at anyone who chooses to meet his gaze, though they are often hidden behind a pair of shaded glasses. Often the Chimera’s eyes are drawn into a slight scowl, but even when relaxed it is obvious that the young man rarely smiles; light wrinkles beneath his eyes suggest a near-permanent glare, and often leave people wondering just what anger or frustration lies beneath the surface of someone who has barely reached adulthood. His teeth are slightly pointed, though it’s hard to tell without a closer look that they are unnaturally so. This is a result of his animalistic DNA, along with the slightly pointed nails on his fingers and toes.

The Chimera’s standard outfit in his human form is fairly simple; a pair of long black pants that are well-fitted, even slightly baggy to provide freedom of movement, hang down to his ankles, where they meet soft leather boots in a shade of dark brown that don’t stand out too much from the rest of the outfit. The boots are reinforced along the bottom, with small spikes similar to cleats on a lesser scale for the sake of traction, and they tie up along the ankles as the footwear makes its way halfway up Zeich’s shin. Around his waist, two leather belts wrap upwards from the hips, crossing his waist in an X-pattern, hanging loosely on either side of his hips. Each belt has five belt loops placed close together, where a total of ten small punch daggers (counting both sides) are kept, able to be drawn in an instant and used in combat. These aren’t high-quality weapons, as Zeich is not a wealthy individual, but they have served him well enough in the past that the Chimera is proficient in using them should he have to defend himself while maintaining his human form.

Covering his torso, Zeich wears a long white T-shirt that rests comfortably on his body, completely unmarked and contrasting with the dark colors that make up the rest of his outfit. Atop that, assuming that the weather is not too warm, he wears a black jacket that is more for show than for maintaining warmth; it hangs only to his sides, rather than all the way down to his hips, and leaves his stomach exposed even while zipped up. A feathered collar wraps around his neck, though often it’s folded down to flow down his shoulders and onto his chest. This jacket is short-sleeved as well, and complimented by a dark gray bandana that is wrapped around Zeich’s upper left arm, a half-moon in black and white portrayed on the bandana’s surface. The chimera also wears fingerless black gloves, used for their grip while keeping his fingers freely mobile. Beneath the glove on his right hand, though he rarely reveals it, is a large scar on the palm and back of his hand, almost like bite marks. He refuses to talk about them.

→ Chimera: In his animal form, Zeich immediately represents a large timber wolf. Standing much taller than his usual height, about a half a foot gained, the Chimera’s mass has increased somewhat as well, filling out to keep his proportions roughly the same, if not just a bit more lithe. Despite his size, Zeich is not a large creature in his animal form, maintaining a slim figure with light, compact muscle on his frame. Dark gray fur with a tinge of brown to it, almost like a layer of dust over the ashen coat, covers his figure from head to toe. His eyes have gone from the burnished, glowing gold to a bright yellow that seems to shine even in the smallest amount of light. His hands and feet now have soft pink pads on them to cushion his steps, and each digit is tipped with sharp claws that are often used as weapons in combat. The Chimera’s muzzle is full of razor-sharp teeth as well, and are his primary weapon aside from his strength; Zeich’s style of killing, should it come to that, is usually taking his teeth to someone’s throat in order to finish them off decisively.

Zeich’s sleek figure seems to curve almost gracefully down his lithe form, his shoulders narrow and his chest average for his size before narrowing slightly at the hips. A thick, bushy tail emerges from the base of his spine, and is used in his balance when he’s standing bipedal, though it also provides some stability when he’s on all fours as well. The Chimera has digitigrade legs as well as stance, leaning forward on his paws as he walks bipedal. This actually carries over to his human form as a habit, and as a result Zeich’s stance often has him leaning forward, leading with his toes and putting his weight towards them when he walks.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Zeich is a bit of an odd and enigmatic character, the kind of person that prefers to keep to himself and often refuses the companionship of others. He’s a lone wolf, pushing people away for a number of reasons. Wariness and doubt are the foremost of them, as the Chimera finds himself distrusting humans, expecting the worst from them. The reason behind this is the normal stereotypical taboo that comes with being a Chimera; people view him as a monster, as a perversion of nature, and anyone that knows that he’s an alchemical creation rather than a natural one tends to treat him poorly. This continued mistreatment caused Zeich a great deal of resentment for humans, but at the same time he refuses to give up what’s left of his humanity, and thus remains among them in order to reaffirm to himself that he is still human in his own eyes.

However, despite his wariness of humans and his overall distrust of them, Zeich has been known to work with them as he finds useful or convenient. However, people who work with Zeich find him to be very dominant and assertive, the alpha and the leader without question. This is a personality trait that has carried over as part of his new animal DNA, and it makes him surly and hard to work with unless he gets unquestioning obedience. There is a slight exception to his dominant and unruly personality, however, when it comes to other Chimera; he gets along on a much more civil note, because he doesn’t see other Chimera as oppressive or judgmental until they prove otherwise. Humans, however, are subject to immediate scrutiny and are often expected to be cruel or hateful upon learning of a Chimera. They don’t even get a chance to prove themselves.

When it comes down to it, Zeich embodies the metaphor of a lone wolf; he prefers to be by himself, and only with difficulty will he accept the company of others. That doesn’t mean he isn’t lonely, or that he doesn’t ever desire contact with others, but his wariness—some may call it fear—in regards to humans makes association difficult. It is hard for him to be around others because he expects the worst, and he often makes judgments before getting to know others. Those who manage to withstand his rough personality and stubbornness have the chance to get close and truly know this young man, one in self-exile from the world, and perhaps even draw out and better him as a person.

LOVE:
→ Quiet: Zeich prefers to camp outside of cities rather than remaining within them due to the noise and bustle of people.
→ Alchemy: The Chimera is fascinated with the science that changed his life, though he is often frustrated by his inability to perform it despite his rudimentary studies on the subject and his memorizations of a few arrays.
→ Meat: Any type will do. Though in his animal form Zeich will eat meat raw, oddly enough that taste does not transfer over when he’s in a human state, and he finds himself turning his nose up at it if raw while he is in the human form.
→ Cool Days: Heat has always been exhausting to Zeich regardless of what form he’s in, though in his animal form it’s that much worse. The cold isn’t bad, but the Chimera much prefers when it is nice and overcast with a cool breeze, putting him within his comfort zone.
→ Solitude: Though this goes along with his love of quiet, Zeich is a very introverted lone-wolf character, pun intended. He doesn’t get along well with many people, and as a result, he tends to keep to himself and away from others. There are a few exceptions to this, however, such as those in his “pack,” and to some extent other Chimera get a bit more leniency too.
→ His “Pack”: Zeich is a loner and often tends to push people away, but those few people who manage to get close to him become special to him, become his “pack,” and he respects them greatly. However, he does make sure to remind them that he is the alpha, and that he is expected to be obeyed without question as well despite his age.
→ Sweets: Zeich, despite his cool demeanor and his distance from others, has quite the sweet tooth. It’s not easy to say no to someone waving a treat around in your face, and it is one of the Chimera’s few weaknesses socially.

HATE:
→ Alchemists: Despite his love of alchemy, Zeich is deeply envious of those who can actually perform it. It makes him feel a little impotent at times to have such a love for the science, yet be unable to perform it himself.
→ Heat: Whether it’s from his thick fur in his Chimera nature, or some other unknown factor, heat fatigues Zeich heavily whether he’s in his human or animal form. As a result, he tends to be sluggish and lethargic, easily prone to exhaustion.
→ Vegetables: Zeich is a carnivore primarily, and though he’ll eat some fruits as he is rather attached to sweet tastes, vegetables are something he will always turn his nose up at. If he’s forced to eat them due to lack of other consumables, then he will do so grudgingly.
→ Noise: This is one of the banes of Zeich’s existence; as a result of the sharper hearing that his Chimera genetics provide him, sound is highly amplified to the point that it causes the young man headaches should he be around too much of it for too long. Noises that would normally cause an average human to wince would cause the Chimera to grip his head in agony.
→ Waiting: Though he’s patient and can deal with a fair amount of waiting, Zeich hates being bound to one spot, hates remaining without being able to act. If it’s a situation where he’s by himself and chooses not to do anything, that’s different; he just hates being unable to do something rather than choosing not to.
→ Being a Subordinate: Zeich is an alpha in his own eyes, and thus whenever someone is placed above him in command, the Chimera becomes irritable. He doesn’t respond well to orders, and though he’ll stop short of insubordination, he is difficult and uncooperative whenever he’s not the top dog.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Zeich’s deepest secret, along with his deepest fear, is that he has discovered he has a taste for human blood. This was discovered upon the first human he was forced to kill, using his teeth, at which point he was introduced to the taste. Though he often remains aloof from people and tries to avoid them to resist that hunger within him—he still considers himself at least partially human, after all—when he is forced into a situation with a lot of people for a long period of time, he gets edgy and uncomfortable. He can satiate this craving somewhat with various meats, and the rawer the meat is, the better it curb his cravings. He despises it, however, and blames the animal portion of his DNA for it.

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HISTORY:
→ Zeich grew up in a small town on the southern part of the border of Cretia and Amestris, so small that it wasn’t even listed on a map. Born as the only son of Pierrot and Claire Fieltas, the former a retired Alchemist from Amestris, he was raised with all the love and attention he could ever want. As a child, he was smiling, outgoing, and friendly. Even though their village was small, barely a handful of families in the area, the boy quickly developed social skills that made him a delight to be around, much to the contentment of his parents. Unfortunately, there were few children in the village, and never any around Zeich’s age, so the boy often spent many afternoons in the forest nearby, particularly a pond that wasn’t deep within the woods, but was still far enough that the trees screened the area, blocking off a view of his home.

By the age of nine, Zeich had become more animal than boy, his parents would joke. Rather than play games in the town with the others, the young boy would often go to sit at the pond and watch the natural wildlife thrive around him. Having found the perfect place to sit and watch on a large rock near the southern edge of the water, Zeich would spend hours watching the various animals that passed through the clearing. Most often it was smaller creatures, like rabbits or the occasional lizard, but rarely a larger animal came through. Almost always, it was deer, with a stag once in a while showing off a magnificent rack of antlers. Zeich found himself enthralled and spent much of his time there.

One day, however, the now ten-year-old boy saw an unusual animal come into the glade, and he froze in a mixture of awe and fear; a lone wolf, a big, thick-furred timber wolf, had come into the glade to drink from the pond’s water. Zeich watched it eagerly, but was afraid to move or do anything, especially when that golden-eyed gaze came up to meet his, and the lupine’s lips curled back in a snarl. However, as the boy remained still, the wolf returned to its drink and then left without another sound. Zeich ran home after that, still a bit in shock at the powerful predator’s glare, and though he surprised his parents with how early he was back, they didn’t question it, and he didn’t speak about the wolf again.

Zeich went back to that pond daily, hoping to spy the creature again. After a week, it appeared again, though this time it did not approach the pond upon spying Zeich, slinking back into the trees. Another week passed, then a second, before it showed up again. This time it stayed for a drink, and it kept its eyes on the boy the whole time before leaving. Three more days and it returned again. This process continued for nearly six months as the lupine appeared more frequently, becoming used to the boy’s presence. Twice, Zeich brought scraps of meat saved from dinner the night before and left them on the opposite side of the lake from his sitting stone, wondering if the wolf would take them. The first time, they were ignored, but the second time the predator took them, albeit with some caution.

Finally, a year after the first sighting, Zeich decided to try something even more risky: rather than leaving the scraps for the wolf by the side of the lake, the young boy kept the meat in his hand, holding it out in an attempt to draw the creature closer. The predator drew closer slowly, and though it would not come within a few feet of the boy, it waited patiently. Zeich left the meat and backed off, at which point the wolf took it. While it was eating, he moved forward slowly, but deliberately enough that the predator could see him rather than being startled while it ate. It took a few minutes, but soon Zeich was close enough to the wolf, and he reached out to touch its muzzle.

Surprised at the sudden contact, the lupine bit Zeich, leaving a deep wound on both sides of his hand that bled profusely. The boy’s cry of pain caused it to run away, leaving him alone to clutch at his injured hand. Running back home, in tears from the pain of his injury, Zeich was confronted by his parents and forced to confess everything that had happened up to that point. He was immediately forbidden from going into the woods as punishment as well as for his own safety, leaving him dejected and miserable. The boy began to grow sullen and unruly, feeling that he had been punished enough by being bitten, and that trapping him within the house was going too far. Soon he became uncooperative, as children were prone to do, and as an eleven-year-old child he was one of the best at it.

One night, Zeich snuck out from his house, determined to punish his parents back for their supposed cruelty. He headed into the woods immediately, trying to find his way back to the pond that he used to sit at so often. However, the woods were far different in the darkness than they had been in the light, and soon the boy was lost. He wandered for a few hours, completely turned around and unsure of where he was, the sounds of the woods at night much more fearsome, and painted in an even worse light by the young Zeich’s imagination. He could see predators wandering in the darkness, circling around him, attempting to catch him and tear him apart. The boy soon began to run, not caring where he went as long as it took him from the dark trees and the horrible sounds.

And then the accident happened. In the darkness, Zeich’s eyes didn’t catch the suddenly steep incline of the hill he was on, and he tumbled down roughly, scraping and bruising his body. He landed roughly on his right arm, breaking it at the elbow, and was knocked out from the impact. His body was scraped and torn from the fall, thorns and broken branches having cut him deeply as he had tumbled, and the loss of blood due to the injuries was enough to put the boy’s life in jeopardy. Atop that, Zeich was alone and unconscious in the forest, with no one but the forest’s natural predators around; he was in a dire situation, and it seemed as though the boy’s life would soon end.

By this time, Zeich’s parents had noticed he was missing, and had already looked around the village. Unable to find their son, they knew he must have gone into the woods, and they quickly organized a search party. However, their spirits were low; in the darkness, a wild animal surely would have harmed their son by now, if not killed him. The odds that he was dead weighed heavily on the village’s mind, yet still the search party spread out into the forest, looking for the lost child. If nothing else, they hoped to at least locate his body for the parents to properly bury their son.

Meanwhile, Zeich was in danger as he lay unawares in the dark woods. A growl from nearby, that of a bear, suggested that the large predator wasn’t happy finding a human trespassing in its territory. The large creature drew near, intent on ending the boy’s life, and for a moment it seemed as though it would come to be. But then another growl from the woods, a low, sharp sound, caused the predator to back off. The same lone wolf that Zeich had been observing for nearly a year had come into the clearing where the boy lay unconscious, its hackles raised as warned the bear that this was its territory now, and that it wouldn’t take no for an answer.

It was luck that Zeich had stumbled into his area; the wolf, being a simple animal, had no loyalty towards him, and would not have done anything had it been elsewhere, but now the lupine had claimed the immediate surroundings as its own territory. The bear backed off and left, unwilling to fight, and the wolf relaxed, calming quickly. It did not attack the boy out of familiarity with him, though it kept a wary distance, unwilling to drawn near. It maintained a vigil of sorts, unsure of how to deal with the unconscious child and treating Zeich as a tentative threat.

Unfortunately, it was at this time that the search party consisting of Zeich’s father and a small handful of the other adults from the town stumbled onto the clearing. Seeing the wolf looming over his son, Pierrot made a hasty assumption and shot at the predator, injuring it severely with a pair of shots through its front legs. As the creature collapsed, unable to bear its own weight, the man ran to his son, examining the severity of his wounds. Unfortunately, Zeich had lost a lot of blood from the deep cuts and scrapes that coated his body, and wouldn’t make it to a hospital fast enough to be treated. Pierrot was forced to think quickly, and decided that there was only one way to save his son’s life, and that was Alchemy.

A pair of arrays were quickly drawn, one around the boy and one around the wolf, as Pierrot attempted a type of Alchemy he had never done before, attempting to use the creature’s own essence and vitality to restore his son’s body. Around the two smaller arrays, a larger one was drawn, one that was meant to tear the physical form away from the animal and give it to Zeich. Since it was a process that would only strip blood, flesh, and tissue from the creature rather than attempting to transmute life from one to the other, the chance of rebound for an attempt at a much more serious form of human transmutation was minimal; there were no processes involving anything beyond the physical, and thus equivalent exchange was met: flesh to restore flesh, and, in Pierrot’s eyes, the one he believed to have injured his son would be the one giving up the life that it had torn from his boy.

The process took only a few minutes, but as the array was activated, the wolf literally withered under its power; it became emaciated and weakened as its vitality was drained away, the essence of its body taken to restore that of the boy’s. Soon the flesh fell away, and then the bones were ground into dust; after a moment, there was nothing left. All that remained was Zeich, still asleep in the other circle. His wounds had been closed, his flesh whole and unharmed, though there were still lightly scarred areas along his back and sides. Still, the boy was breathing comfortably now, and there was no risk to his life. He was taken home from there, and slept through the night.

What Pierrot couldn’t have known, having no experience in biological Alchemy, was that he had inadvertently turned his own son into a Chimera. The boy looked the same on the surface, though it was startling to see the next day that his eyes were a dark, burnished yellow rather than the emerald green they had been the day before. Zeich’s parents passed it off as simply a natural change, but it was evident from the looks he got in the village that no one believed that story. The men who had been part of the search party had spread word of what Pierrot had done to save his son’s life, but rather than praising the man for his quick thinking and his determination, the village looked down on them. Children were told that they were no longer allowed to play with Zeich, that he really was more animal than human now.

Not understanding, the boy went to his parents, and his father was forced to explain what had truly happened that night. Zeich listened in disbelief at a number of things, ranging from the death of the wolf that he had been watching so long up to the alterations that the Alchemy had made to repair his body. He looked no different, and as far as his parents knew, there was nothing different about him; still, the villagers saw him as some kind of monster, a child that had taken the life of an animal into him through his father’s Alchemy. Zeich found himself quickly isolated and ostracized, pushed away by children and adults alike and treated as though he were a monster.

The worst of it came during the first transformation; one day, one of the children, now emboldened by the general dislike of this strange boy, threw a rock at Zeich. “You freak!” The other boy said, glaring at the Chimera. Uncomprehending, all Zeich could do was reaching to feel the blood streaming down his face. “Why don’t you just have your father heal that with another animal? What’s next, a dog, or a cat?” “Go away, you freak!” “We hate you, you’re a monster!” The other children joined in quickly, and Zeich was forced to run away under a small hail of stones. The other adults just watched, uncaring and unwilling to stop such treatment.

Suddenly Zeich tripped, and found himself surrounded by a small crowd of older children, who sneered down on the fallen Chimera. One kicked him in the side, laughing at the “freak’s” pain, telling the others that they shouldn’t care; after all, a monster wasn’t human. Thus the beatings began, as several of the children jeered and mocked him, striking at him with their fists or sticks. Zeich was on the opposite side of the village from his parents, who were unaware of the situation, and thus he couldn’t call for help; no one would listen or help him. All he could do was curl up in a ball, anger building inside of him as he sat helpless to his abuse.

And then it happened. With a roar of fury, the boy suddenly changed. His body grew slightly, still lithe and thin, but there was obvious strength beneath it. His ears became pointed and raised on his head, while his jaws lengthened into a full muzzle. Eyes that were merely yellow became glowing gold, and narrowed in anger. Slowly the transformed Chimera stood, his whole body shaking with fury, his fur bristling as his newly-sharpened teeth were bared. The children around him scattered, screaming in fear about a monster, while the adults ushered them into homes and locked the doors, leaving Zeich alone in the street, unsure of what had happened. It didn’t take long to notice his transformation, however, and in his horror the boy just ran.

Still transformed, unable to understand what had just happened or what was going on, Zeich just kept running. He left the town behind, running along the road in whatever direction his feet would take him. He ran from his home, from the people who had changed him, from the people who looked at him with fear and disgust. He ran away from the hatred, the horror, the anger that people felt towards him, not caring where he ended up. The boy could only run so far, however, and soon he ended up collapsing at the side of the robe, sobbing in frustration and anger at everything he had suddenly left behind. Zeich didn’t understand, wanting to know why his life had changed so suddenly, wanting to let go of the helplessness that now plagued him. But he knew what had changed: he was now a monster, a half-animal freak that was no longer human. Though he did not know the name for it at the time, he was now a Chimera.

The next few years passed in a blur for Zeich; upon leaving his home and finally managing to revert to a human state, he wandered by complete accident across the border into Amestris. A few days of travel by foot with a few bouts of hitchhiking had the boy near Wellesley, in the southern region of the West Area of Amestris. There he spent two years in an orphanage, concealing his unusual nature from the others. However, at night he would sneak out and practice his transformation, becoming used to his new body and understanding its potential. Eventually, however, he was discovered and forced to flee again for the same reason he had left his town. Once more he was on the road, angry and frustrated, though this time he let the anger build up; he began to despise humans and their judgmental nature, even at the age of fourteen.

Three more years of travel throughout the West Area had Zeich’s distaste towards humans growing more and more; though he had not been caught again and revealed himself, the general way in which humans treated outsiders and those who seemed even the slightest bit different from them was staggering. As soon as anyone saw Zeich’s gold eyes, they grew tight-lipped and less eager to speak, happy to see the Chimera on his way. The boy eventually earned enough money through pickpocketing and doing odd jobs to buy himself a pair of shaded glasses to hide his eyes, and that improved his relations with people somewhat. However, it did nothing to sate Zeich’s dislike of other humans.

Finally, at the age of nineteen, Zeich’s wanderings found him on the border of the West and Central Areas. After eight years, he had not contacted his parents once, nor did he ever intend to; his old family was dead to him. Still a wanderer, with no set goal or destination in mind except to keep moving forward, the boy’s story now begins as he enters Central Amestris, hoping to find something better in his life.

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TRIVIA:
→ Habits:
-Zeich is a rather edgy and unsociable fellow, meaning that he doesn’t like to talk to people when it isn’t necessary.
-He has a habit of showing his feelings through body language rather than his words, however; for example, if he is angry, he’ll show his teeth, and if he’s happy his stance is more upright, his ears almost seeming to twitch forward in interest.
-Zeich is rather thoughtful, and if he seems more distant than usual, it’s often because he’s deep in thought, mulling something through in his brain. This is one of the few times he can be startled; normally he’s more wary.

→ Chimera Traits:
-Sharpened Senses (Hearing, Smell, Sight) from his wolf DNA. This gives him a slight advantage as a human compared to others, particularly in his sense of smell, though in his animal form these are more effective by far.
-Low-light vision: While it’s not true night vision, Zeich’s eyes can absorb minimal light and reflect it within his vision as if through mirrors within his eyes, similar to the way a wolf’s eyes function. This causes them to almost glow in the dark as he uses it to enhance his vision.
-Heightened Land Speed: Thanks to the strength in his legs, and his ability to quickly shift his balance in either form, Zeich can run faster than the average person. This is amplified in his animal form, where he can run on all fours to further increase his speed, as well as use his tail for more accurate balance shifts.
-Heightened Awareness: Zeich has an increased ability to detect changes immediately around him, as in within his personal space. It gives him the ability to tell if someone or something has moved too close into his comfort zone, and allows him to react accordingly.

→ Languages: Cretan (Gray), and is semi-fluent in Amestrian (Steelblue), well enough to at least communicate on an average level. He is a good student, though he often doesn’t have the ability or will to commit to truly learning, and thus hasn’t picked up any more languages.

→ Flaws:
-Grumpy: Zeich’s often in a bad mood around people, and doesn’t play nice with others. Be warned, if you try to hang around him, you’re likely to get on his bad side at least once a day. There are exceptions however, should he come to respect a person.
-Socially Awkward: When it comes to actually interacting with people, Zeich’s not very good at it. Part of it is lack of practice, as he doesn’t associate with others often, and the other part is that he feels uncomfortable in a social setting. Chimera help ease this somewhat, though.
-Bossy/Dominant: Zeich does not like to take no for an answer, and in a group he always tries to assert himself as the leader. You want to take command? He will put up a fight for it.
-Heat-Lethargic: In hot climates, Zeich is often prone to naps and general lethargy; getting him to get moving, let alone putting him in a fight, is a chore.
-Impulsive Under Pressure: Though he’s thoughtful in a setting where time isn’t of the utmost importance, the Chimera gets rash and hasty when it comes to pressure situations.

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ALIAS:
→ Zeich

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ First Character

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Hey there! The name’s Zeich, though I go by Z or Wolf at a number of places. I’m a long-time RPer, with about eleven years of experience on the subject. Though I’m not an epic-level writer, I’ve spent a long time doing it, and have gained at least a rudimentary understanding of the subject. I’m a rather friendly fellow, and you’ll often see me in the chatbox just relaxing and hanging out. I’m nothing like the character above; I’m rather sociable, and I’m not all that grumpy either! I have a feeling I’ll enjoy my time here, though. Also sorry about the wordy history, I just got caught up in the story, heh.

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Lone Wolf

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[Iris]

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