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Name: Zemar
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Race: ½ Xoenia ½ Cat (father full cat and mother full Xoenia)
Appearance:
Tall for his age Zemar stands at 6ft1, he has a slender willowy build, not yet having filled out. He has a wide mane of blond, red and purple hair hair, that puffs out wildly about his head; atop which sits his cat ears (unable to transform into a fully humanoid form). He also keeps a short tail, measuring only a couple of feet in length; that sways lazily down to where his legs transform. From the calf down he has cat feet, including the extra joint, giving him extra strength and speed on his heavy strong paws. He has broad thin shoulders, which swing slowly down to his slender waist and hips; almost allowing him to look like a young girl. His eyes are bright green, to large for his head, especially when compared to his dainty features.
Powers: Can turn into a 5ft Lion and heals at a slightly increased rate.
Personality: Generally quiet, shy and embarrassed of his young appearance. Meeting someone for the first time, he will be timid unless provoked, where he will become a little aggressive. When with his sister he is slightly better, showing more of his inner personality, slight more brave at her side. He is massively intelligent, eyes open to everything he sees, cataloguing it away for later use. He can also be quite playful, adoring a play fight more than anything else. He is immensely loyal, following his sister into the fight against unfair treatment, despite that he himself would be put in the higher class.
Weapon: Knife and claws.
History: He was bought up by his half blood mother in an upper class neighbourhood, given all the luxuries of life for being a of almost pure blood. He was always cleaver, picking up things that should have been far beyond his comprehension, even at a young age. He excelled with his privet tutors, paid for by his father, who married his mother a few years after he was born. Their mother, for lack of a better word, was a gold digger, the children came second to a good home with lots of money. With her good looks and healthy breeding this was no hard task, but this meant that he was always closer to his sister than her, who dealt with most of his care as soon as she was old enough.
He came home from a friends early one day, leathery paws making little or no sound on the cherry wood floor. With his headphones in he couldn’t hear much, it wasn’t till he reached his room and took out his music that he heard the soft sobbing. He dashed to his sisters room, ears flat back against his head, heart beating in his chest. When he opened the door, he saw his sister lying on her bed, jagged bleeding scratched across her upper thighs. He opened his mouth to shout for help, but she shot across the room, moving faster than he had ever seen. Her hand clamped around his mouth before he let out a sound and he saw tears of pain streaking down beneath her violent yellow hair. She shook her head ferociously, dragging him to the bed with excessive force. Blood dripped against his paws, he could feel the warmth of it where it landed on his paws.
“You can’t let him hear you.” She spoke in whispers, blue eyes wild. “He will kill me before she finds out!” Her eyes darted from one side to the other, afraid that her brothers father would hear.
“Let who hear?” He asked, settling her back on the bed, immediately examining her deep wounds, leaning down to lap at the blood, knowing it would clean them slightly.
“Donavn…” She paused, eyes becoming even wider at addition. “He could smell I’m coming into heat.. He tried.. But I fought him off, he left in a rage.” She flinched at the harsh touch of his tongue, trying to think quickly, she did not want to be here when he got back.
“Dad? But why?” He looked up at her, head tilted at an odd angle from her lap.
“Umm well, he’s of pure blood and with all that’s going on at the moment… I think he can get away with it.. If he calls the police, they’l put me away for fighting back. I have to leave.” She shot out from beneath him, her legs bleeding a little less now. She grabbed a short yellow skirt from her cupboard, pulling it over her hips with soft whimpers of pain. “Are you coming?” She asked, glancing back at him.
Extra: Lives with his sister under the protection of other rebels.

Personality

Name:Pazya
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Race: ½ Xoenia ¼ Cat ¼ Maizelish (mother full Xoenia and father ½ Cat ½ Maizelish)
Appearance:
She is slightly tall for a woman, around 5ft11 at the head, slightly taller with hair. Her bright yellow shock of hair sits in curls above her head, threaded through with yellow gold hairs to make it even more startling. She looks almost pure Xoenia when her hair hides her eyes, the only give away being her slightly to long and sharp canines. Her eyes are metallic in shade, like is required of the race she pretends to be, but instead of gold or silver, they are bright ultramarine blue, almost to bright to believe. Another thing her hair hides, is her small pointed cat ears, blending perfectly with her hair. She is beautiful with her delicate jaw and full lips, ideal for her job as a escort, pale slender body topped with an ample chest and firm toned flesh.
Powers: She can create small glamour’s to hide things about herself, or change how she looks ever so slightly. Acute hearing.
Personality: She is a wild card, always changing her mind, but once her mind truly sets on something, she will not change from it, not budge an inch. She lives life with hard work and hard play, trying to get the best out of everything. Most people do not see her soft caring side, only really her brother. She is vivacious, filling peoples lives with love and laughter, but easily she will be gone the next day, giving little trust to the people around her. Once she becomes attached to someone, she is impossible to shake off without utter betrayal on their part.
Weapon: Two poisoned daggers with bright yellow hilts; they belong strapped to her hips, always within reach. She is highly adept in hand-to-hand combat, attending lessons from the age of 16, when she left home.
History: She was born into a world of constant flux, her father leaving when she was only 3 years old. Her mother moved from man to man, making them move on average every year till she found Donavn. For a while she felt safe and secure, they stopped moving home all the time when her brother was born and her mother married, giving her hope for security. She was given a separate part of the house and a privet tutor, though she was never allowed out much. She stayed pretty much a secret from society, parents unwilling to give up their good standing for a mutt daughter.
Around the age of 15 her step father started sniffing around her room, giving her odd looks over the dinner table. Soon after then he would come into her room at night, he would never do anything, just stand at the door and look at her; but she started to feel more than a little creeped out. He always would stand a little to close to her and soon enough her mother was glaring at her, or at least it always felt that way to her. She moved out after the attack age 16, taking her 11 year old brother away with her, knowing they would take no care of him without her.
Since then she has been under the protection of the rebels, doing her bit to help the cause. She works as a an escort, passing for a half blood easily, her mothers blood squashing almost every other characteristic. She escorts the powerful men and women of their world, the pretty thing on their sides, think she was to stupid to understand anything else. She gathers intelligence for the rebels this way, working for her keep and wanting the tyranny to end.
Extra: Has a natural dislike for most of Pure Cat blood.

Zemar & Pazya Azaziah's Story