The Deceiver

Zena Nerum Vahlok

Zena has a lithe, yet muscular build, making her perfect for slipping in and out unnoticed. Most that meet her acquaintance however do not get close enough to see the muscle that lay beneath her thews. Her pelt is many shades of ashen and she has very subtle dapple/stripe like markings located underneath her eyes, along her legs, and along her tail. Her mane, or hairstyle is a light gray which cascades into a lighter almost whitish grey. At the bottom of her locks are tiny curls, while the rest of her hair is rather straight for the most part. Her eyes are her most striking feature, despite one nearly having a scar carved through it. One being a light baby blue with a red ring around her pupil, while the other is a rich blue with a hint of green mixed in there.
Zena's voice would be described as a smooth cool tone, one that sticks with your mind for quite some time due to it's unique qualities. However Zena tends to often not speak but when spoken to, however a case in which she would do otherwise is to trick and deceive others, using that of her voice to make it appear that she is of no threat..One would simply describe, or refer to Zena as cold-hearted, she finds the acts of torture, pain, and suffering trivial and all too amusing despite the severity of the matter. In doing so she carries no remorse, simply sitting on the sidelines rather then stepping in to help another being in need. She prefers to speak in a formal manor to those whom she is not closely aquainted with, and as she slowly transends into knowing them more she will loosen her speach, allowing herself to talk in a more relaxed, or informal way. However be that as it may, Zena is in no way shape or form that of being social to others, even those who she places her trust with. She tends to keep to herself, due to the notion that if she is to place too much trust in another, they will simply betray her in the end. Zena also bares that of rebellion and leadership, refusing to completely follow someone unless they are to prove to her that they are a worthy individual to support, and follow. Despite this fact she tries her best to show a certain amount of respect to those authority figures that haven't proven to her they are worthy of the title they hold. Though most of the time she ends up calling her dislike towards them out with a retort of sarcasm or rude remarks. Zena is one to enjoy her own flare of mockery when faced with a confrontation, often tossing out scorn and sarcasm left and right in order to distract her opponent from the task at hand, stealing their full amount of precision, and finesse. Putting them at a disadvantage before going for a soft peice of tissue such as the flesh above the ribcage and thrashing violently.
Being born in late winter, the conditions surrounding the small family was exceedingly harsh, resulting in the loss of her only sibling. He bore no name, as it didn't take long for the harsh grasp of ice to wrap around his tiny beating heart and pull it under a cloaked shroud of silence. "Thump-Thump, Thump...." The lack of a natural tune brought on by the heart now dead. Kia, the only realitive left to Zena, not baring a parent status, would look out into the distance. A solitary cardinal darting across the otherwise barren portrait of land would be the only sight of life. Royal purple eyes would narrow curiously, watching the red figure peck at the ground which held no nutrients. Why it haden't flown south with the others of it's kind was lost to her before one could certainly detect it's difficulty in flying as it took off. A torn wing. It was now all alone, destined to die in this slow chain of events set forth by the gods. What a pity. Drawing her gaze away from the scene portrayed before her, she would glance back to her sister, and the fool she was forced to call a step brother, greif stricken on their faces as they looked down at a little un-moving brown lump of fur. Of course Kia would utter nothing, merely thinking within her mind 'Hmp, took after the father anyway, not too much of a loss.' The second child was much darker, taking after Kia and her sisters mother, a dark gray, scattered lighter parts crossing through the fluffy newborn fur. The hereditary silver hair blending in with the snowy canvas. Joy filtered through the parents before pain would strike across the mothers features, the once pure white of snow, now being stained red, impurity written all through the crimson color. Confusion would spiral through the tense air, Kia rushing to her sibling in attempt to figure out what was wrong, but it was only futile. It was believed that Zena's birth was the cause of her mothers death, but that could not be verrified.
Sorrow was now singing in the wind as the two burried the only tie they had to one another, a loving sister to Kia, a devoted Lover to the father. A single tear was shed, though it wasn't the time to weep for such a loss therefore it was the only one wept. With a slow sauntering gate Kia would walk over to the dark bundle of fur, much darker then her even, and lift it off the freezing ground, a tiny helpless whimper leaking through the chubby baby maw of the pup. She had to admit, it was rather cute even if she wasn't fond of children. Soon a gnarl would settle in the throat of the father as teal voids would stare at his former sister in law, "What do you believe your doing? Don't think your taking her from me Kia..." These words were spoken calmly, one could almost say pleadingly. A disregaurding eyeroll would follow suit coming from Kia, before a mumble would leave her muzzle. "I'm just as much entitled to the thing, I'm going to safely assume your not father of the year." Ones tone would come across as mocking, demeaning even one could say. A bow of submission would follow suit from the male figure, emotion pouring from his soul as he dared look back up at the cinreal damsel. "I will let you take her, only because I feel that is what her mother would wish, but I beg of you, I belittle my self to even plead to you, please-- don't allow me to live to regret this." The words rang through the stagnant air, hope and fear bound within them, how so few words could mean so much. "I can't promise anything, you know that, but I solemnly swear to try my absolute best to carry out my sisters wishes for her daughter." With that the two would break their heated stare, and part they're ways, one going east one going west. A bridge burning between the two, the only thing left but a hollow canyon where the bridge used to be hung, tattered ashes crumbling down into the darkened abyssal never to be seen again. Only the mere feeling of loss remaining.
Kia would set a quick pace, knowing hypothermia could very well set in at any given time with a being so fragile and new to the world. However the pace would not matter if she could not reach a safe warm place with a nursing mother sometime preferably sooner than later. Desolation, Isolation is the only thing that seemed to grace the unlikely pair for a good few hours. All seemed lost for the poor whelp, as fate was not on their side, it took a long while before Kia would come across a pair of lovers. Though the thought of leaving her only blood tie left in arms of strangers unsettled the dame, allowing her pride to bring forth death to her niece unsettled her far worse. Gripping hold of the only hope she had for saving the child she reluctantly approached them, ever so cautious as one could tell the male was on edge seeing her come towards his pregnant partner. Imagination could only elaborate to what thoughts were pouring in his mind, 'Men always tend to overthink, tck.' Reluctantly she would lower her stance into one of submission and upmost respect, as anyone could clearly see the raised hackles and the leer cast towards those who were approaching. Peeling his jowls apart the male who seemed to have an air of wisdom of him would speak in a gruff tone, age clearly withered inside. "What is your business here stranger?" With asking that he would motion his lover behind him, caution in every move taken as they didn't know what Kia could be capable of. With a seemingly tied tongue Kia would sit her niece down gently before bringing herself to ask what she had originally thought when she saw the pair, "I couldn't help but notice your partner was carrying, near birth. So one could assume she was lactating, my niece lacks a mother. I'm afraid if I am not to find her one soon she will parish in these conditions. I'm sure you can gather what I am implying."
The couple would look to one another, taking a step away from the intimidating interloper, Kia only making out broken whispers and murmurs from the two's conversation. "Are you crazy, do you see her she looks like she could be a nut-case." Said the mother, completely against the act of taking in the child, but age had warmed the old males heart and he looked fondly upon the little helpless whelp. "You can't in all honesty feel okay if you were to turn it away would you?" He questioned ending the conversation when his lover didn't have the will to differ from his opinion as much as she wanted. Kia would watch her bite her tongue, a smirk fighting to grace her face but being held back. She knew the verdict. The male was too soft hearted, the dame might not have been, but it didn't matter. Pulling her lips together in a whistling shape Kia would draw out a long, "Sooo?" The end curling in question even though she very well knew the answer. "We'll take the dear." He would respond, not even looking up from the little bundle of fur for a split second, one could simply tell that his mates litter was his first, he was too loving, too accepting. Anyone that had been around children enough knew how much a pain they were, not to mention all the time and effort you had to put into the brats. Kia quite frankly was glad she never was a mother, the idea never really appealed to her in any way. Breaking the silence Kia would put aside her dislike for children and do what she promised her deceased sibling. "I thank you greatly. I have no way of repaying you for this, and it's a lot to ask of you but please treat her as your own. Love her like your own. It's all I ask." The love present in her voice was bore more so for her sister, and it was the last compassionate thing she would ever say to anyone, stranger or family and she did her best to suppress the memory. Slowly Kia would depart from the scene one last glance back; a loving soft expression on the fathers face while the mother held a resenting scowl. 'I hope I've done the right thing...' Was the only thing that would ring through her mind.
Zena grew up a happy child for the most part, along her adopted siblings. They bore no resemblance, but the dark damsel took no heed, she loved her family equally even though they didn't look like her, all of them. However when it came to them reciprocating said love her adoptive mother refused, no matter how much she craved her mothers attention. Her mother hated her, loathed her. Zena excelled in many things, more so than her siblings. While her father praised her acts, and cared for her greatly her mother never would acknowledge the accomplishments, and when her father passed she grew to believe nothing was ever good enough, that she always did things wrong. She was treated as a lesser being, and never understood why. With a slow, almost what one could define as a sickly walk she would wander away from her family one evening. Her eyes studied the stars, admiring them, before she would solemnly dip her head in defeat. "Nothing's ever going to be good enough for her." A pain radiated through her for a long while before all the pain would then transcend to anger. Passionate. If it could be defined by color it would be a vibrant red, tinged with growing black hatred. Hatred for her Mother who never appreciating a damned thing she did; Hatred for her siblings who were handed the love she oh so sought. Most of all hatred for her father who left her in this hell. Hatred is a powerful emotion, one that could easily take control of a beings life. However Zena was not your common fool, and she held this hatred with a tight girth. These things may have made her angry, sad even when she took the time to think about it, but she refused to allow it to tarnish the things in her life that meant something to her. The things like that smell after a light rain, or the beauty of a full moon.
However the line was drawn one day when her mother, now rather aged stepped over a unwritten line. "You imbecile get away from me." The elder would snap, snaggled teeth reaching out to snap at Zena, only narrowly missing her foreleg. Having had quite enough with the crotchety females attitude Zena would lash out, reaching for her mothers spine and biting hard, the metallic taste of blood merely forcing her to clamp down harder. Oh how she enjoyed it so, after never ending disapproval, mistreatment, resentment, she finally had what she desired. Revenge. Though the moment was too soon severed by her siblings coming to rescue their 'poor' mother. Of course they did, they didn't see the true cruelty she bestowed. Her brother would grab hold of her face, sharp canines scraping that of her eye forcing her to release her so called 'mother'. The shaken body falling to a ground with a thud. She was injured but it wasn't enough to satisfy Zena's thirst. It never would be. Once her brother released her, he would step in front of his mother grimly whispering, "She always knew you'd deceive us one day..." Zena took this insult as a compliment, twisting the context of diction. "I suppose she was right-" she paused herself spitting out the blood that ran down from her eye, "I'm simply a Deceiver I always will be..." A bloody smirk would grace that of her face sickening her siblings to the core. "I suppose I shall be ye' all a farewell, after all I'm not too sure you would want me to stick around.." She would mutter glancing to her former adoptive mothers bleeding body- incapacitated on the ground.
After that incident Zena wandered province to province, seeking a purpose, seeking entertainment. Her desire was met one faithful day when she rolled in with a storm into the lands known as Paradisua, Paradise. Though it held a name that was as deceiving as her own personality. 'Twas not a paradise far from it as the ones who gave her asylum there were engaged in war, war with that of the Hilen. She found these elusive creatures rather interesting, they held abilities in which those else who inhabited the premises did not possess. Each one unique in personality, but all sharing a common goal to be rid of those who bestowed the title of a Bizi. During her short stay in these sets of territory Zena had heard whispers of many tales of why this battle should be fought, why the Hilen wanted the land of their ancestors and why the Bizi, hungry with lust for the land wanted it to settle down and make home. At first Zena joined the ranks of the Bizi, climbing up the ranking scale slowly. Yet through that time she had discovered that the so called 'noble' war was not justified for the side she stood on. They were foreigners, creeping in like a hoard of roaches to take land that rightfully belonged to the Hilen.
Doing what Zena does best she deceived those who had granted her refuge, gaining a hold of information on those surrounding her, and finally using this information like a move in a game of chess. Deceiving all of those by taking this information to those who could use it best use it: The Hilen. They rightfully belonged on this land, they owned it with more than a title. History, bonds, that is what gave them this land, and like hell was Zena going to allow such barbarians to snatch it away from these graceful creatures. Stealing away in the night the damsel took what she had to whom she now refers to as the Eyeless Wanderer, the Mad eyed Devil, and the Moth King. Presenting them with great ability to seize Paridisua once again. To regain the peace and refuge it held, to have it in their grasp. It was so close.
However shortly there after giving them this the land's morbid performance came to a screeching halt. Paradisua, Amzegatzo, Maltzur Baso all fell peaceful without the Madman, who had departed for a reason Zena knew naught of til a much later date. To her distraught she no longer had a purpose in said home, there was no excitement, no entertainment. Those in her pack started having offspring, making lives for themselves. Building back what once they had to defend. It was peaceful, and a deceiver such as herself could not possibly live in peaceful happiness, no. She was born without that right, and thus she left her new found home, to yet again be able to call nothing her own. The two Hilen that remained were scarcely seen in the areas outside Amzegatzo, which intrigued Zena so. Less and less was she seen along her false 'comrades' and more around those who she saw as equals. The Hilen, The Vahloks. Zena grew increasingly close with the Moth King despite him having taken her ear. He possessed a tranquil air to him, silent yet violent. His intellect and uniqueness never ceased to astound Zena, and looking back she can no longer remember why she had quarreled with him in Maltzur Baso so long ago. She held an upmost respect for him, and looked to him like a sibling. A true sibling. Not the facade her adoptive siblings were. And so when the rest of the Hilen decided to depart from the frigid lands, in search of their brethren Zena followed behind them. These few that she had surrounded herself with soon grew to be the real family she never had. Each one seeming to fulfill the place of a family member, though out of pride she would never admit such.
Having developed a close bond With the King of Moths, Zena was graced with the profound honor of being blessed to become a Vahlok, and inducted into their guild. The ceremony took place on a cloudy evening, and much joy was shared among the few that were there, however Zena can faintly remember much of the night due to the agonizing day that followed. Pain had never been so fulfilling it would seem, as afterwards when the pain subsided Zena could finally see herself as an equal being. Belonging somewhere. She would look into the first body of water she saw, alone in solitude, her build, anatomy had changed drastically yet not in the same instance. Leaning close to the reflection and bearing her fangs in frustration the dame would bite out, "Tell me mother, did I wear my sheep's skin well?" The thought that her mother probably remained still un-satisfied with her enraged her. Look at all she had done, all she had accomplished, it was all nothing to her. Though deep inside Zena could admit that it made her mad no longer, all it did was upset her, send her into a upset mess unable to form coherent thoughts or actions. She couldn't help but think that was what her mother wanted, to drive her into lunacy by dangling what she oh so wanted right before her.
Though despite her unquenchable need to gain revenge for what her mother had done to her, the Guild, no The Family held her together. They were the glue to a broken vase and the mantle on which the vase could sit. They were the rope that those who felt like they were slipping could grapple hold of and climb back out of their sorrows. They were beautiful, and one could only hope that she could be just as strong for others in the future, be the glue for them, if they were to fall.Zena can be found wandering with her fellow comrades, those who belong to the Vahlok Guild. She spends her time seeking her hearts desire – that of a beautiful performance, something she can only hope to witness yet again. It is said that the deceiver may be summoned by entertaining quarrels, that of war, malice, vindication, or retribution.

This character is played by Volaticus who is 15 years old. They have 1 Vahlok character already and live in eastern timezone.

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