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Zyta

I'm the queen. Help me.

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a character in “Suitors Lament”, originally authored by Possibility, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Zyta
Age: 19
Appearance: (Picture or description, if picture then anime is preferred)
http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/227/f/e/dragon_fruit_by_meago-d5b75j9.png

Preferred clothing- http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs29/i/2008/160/3/6/black_dress_by_NeonGenesisEVARei.png

Mortal/Supernatural: supernatural witch. She is a very strong one, at that. Even so, she is best at changing her appearance (I.e changing hair color or what age she appears as) and elemental control.
Personality: She is a nice person, though her year with the council has made her quite bitter, and she was heading in that direction anyway. She is not as cold-hearted as her counterpart, but the happy little lady she was is gone. She passes judgement just as quickly as her new husband, and is a bit crueler when it comes to females. She resents them, mostly.
History: She was born into a fairly nice family, but was in no way near the council. That is, until the new king stepped in. It was a happier place then, and the old king was a horrible person, but it wasn't as intentional as this king was. He decided she was the prettiest and just took her as his bride, and her family agreed (for a large sum of money, anyway). Her hair was brown then, her eyes blue. So she made her hair stark white and her eyes purple and refused to turn them back, but it didn't help. If anything, the king liked it better and also knew what she could do. He is horrible to her, often abusing her (knowing she will just cover it up. She can make it seem like she has no wounds when she does) and sending her to befreind people and then kill them.

Equipment

Supernatural.


Her linage, mostly.

So begins...

Zyta's Story

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Zyta tapped her fingers on the desk, her eyes staring down at the blank paper in front of her. She had a pencil in her hand, but she couldn't focus on the gloomy picture she had been trying to draw. She wasn't the best, but she wasn't bad by any means. At her old home, the paintings were filled with sunny, warm colors. The small room near her bedroom- she had to share with the King, no matter what she wanted to do. It was a small art room lit up with many colorful lights. It was supposed to make her 'cheerful'. It did such a good job. The yellow walls were covered in bleak paintings and dark colors. She pushed the paper away with a sigh, and stood up, her long white hair flowing behind her, a large pink-and-black flower holding it away from her eyes. Her dress was only to her knees and was a light pink at the top, but became darker the farther you got from the top. She found it perfectly summarized her life.

She walked into the barren bedroom and over to the small outcropping in front of the window, and pulled herself up onto it quickly, folding her legs up to her chest as she looked out the window. She could see a Victorian mansion near the house- a castle, really, that the Council lived in. It was the only thing big enough to rival the mansion she was currently in. She was immediately interested when she saw a car pull up through the storm outside. "Let's go great the new arrival to the grand home, shall we?" She said to herself. She could always go out, she was known as a nice person in town, and the 'disappearances' that seemed to come in her wake were ignored. She made them look like accident anyway. People ignored her status in the council, everyone knew the story. Her parents had made sure of that, cutting out the fact that they were the ones that had taken money to give her up. No, they were just more 'victims'. She smiled and pulled herself off the windowsill, and to her closet. She would need more durable clothing. She put on a trench-coat and pulled on some leggings, leaving her heels. She drug her umbrella out and started walking, her new outfit fitting her more comfortably then the dress. She always hated dresses.

The door creaked open, and she walked out into the dreary day. She ran forward until she got to the house, just as a man- who had come from a cab, apparently, as she had just seen one driving away, approached the door. She looked around, then approached him quickly. "Hello!" she smiled lightly. "Are you all moving in? I live right up-" she turned and pointed to the grand mansion- larger than everything else- "there. I'll most likely visit frequently, I always visit around town" she looked over to where the newest arrival was. He looked like a ghost. She was stunned. Besides the Council, she didn't know of any other supernaturals. "Uh.. yes! I-I oversee the town, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me, okay?" she smiled lightly and walked closer, looking over the group as she dropped the umbrella to her side. It was still raining, but it was sunny and the rain was stopping. "I'm just being neighborly. Also... be careful, okay? All of you. Just.... please" she smiled, but it faltered. She looked over the three again quickly. Her white hair was messing up in the wind, and she absentmindedly held her hand out, and the wind stopped just as quickly as it started. She straightened her hair out and smiled.

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Savino Morgan Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait:
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"G-good morning!" Inanna spoke up shyly almost the moment the door opened, quickly curtsying in a rather old-fashioned manner, partly out of habit long since drilled into her being, partly out of a slight trepidation at meeting the gaze of the person standing on the other side of the entryway. Lifting the very hem of her skirt ever so slightly with her delicate hands - an effect which was slightly ruined by the occasional tremor of nervous anticipation that ran through them - she dropped her head just a little too quickly, and perhaps a bit too far. Putting all these factors together, the resultant bow looked just a little comical.

The one who answered the door began to speak, and the dark-haired girl couldn't help but look up in surprise. A... a boy? This was her housemate? It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, she quickly began to blush, something which was thankfully hidden behind her protective curtains of hair. N...no way. She was going to live with a boy? But she'd barely ever interacted with anyone of her own age, let alone someone of her age and of the opposite gender! This was... She didn't know how she'd be able to talk to him or deal with him at all.

"O-oh..." She said at last, speaking up simply because she realized she'd been silent far too long to be considered socially normal. "A-alright, then." She wasn't really sure how to respond any further, so decided to just leave it at this, and began attempting to bring her duffel up the steps. She wasn't exactly very strong, so it took her several moments to haul the somewhat heavy bag through the door. By the time she finished this and turned back around, her attention grabbed by several sudden sounds, things had become much more... bizarre.

Suffice to say, when things were quickly complicated by the arrival of a white-haired lady who claimed to be their neighbor, a boy who suddenly turned transparent about the same time as he spoke, and a third, angry-seeming individual who stormed past her muttering something that sounded like a curse in a language she'd never heard, Inanna's jaw dropped, and only one word came out.

"W-what...?!"

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Character Portrait: Logan Hart Character Portrait: Nuriel Character Portrait: Inanna "Ilia" Merinth Character Portrait: Roscoe White Character Portrait: Zyta Character Portrait:
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Nuriel heard more people enter the house and the girl's high squeaky voice. With a groan, he closed his book and put it back on his nightstand. It was time to face the music. After buttoning up his shirt, Nuriel took a deep breath, relishing the quiet before making his way up the stairs. Opening the door that led to the hallway, Nuriel closed it silently before making his way to the lobby. However, instead of walking into the middle of the room and introducing himself, Nuriel stood quietly in a shadycorner and observed his housemates. The girl seemed shy and squirrely, a white-haired lady was standing by the front door, and some elfish-looking guy was standing in the doorway, an awkward grin on his face. There was also a boy with earbuds standing in the room, though he couldn't read much off of him.

Nuriel rolled his eyes and stayed quiet. He had never held a strong presence, and he was hoping no one would notice he had arrived. Introductions were always awkward for Nuriel, seeing as he generally disliked people. Especially loud, annoying, and obnoxious people. Though to be fair, Nuriel knew he had no right to judge any of these people. He had to give them a fair chance first, but somehow he had the feeling he wasn't going to be changing his opinion.

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"I suppose I should be heading back now. Good luck" Zyta said, looking at the people, then back up at the home. She sighed lightly. "Goodbye... you should come by sometime... it would be fun" she smiled and turned, walking down the street. When she figured they wouldn't see her, she smoothed back her hair, then touched her face lightly. The stark white of her hair turned to a deep raven, her eyes to a light green. "Off to do some bad deeds!" she sang to herself, but her face was set in a deep frown. She pulled a list from her coat. On it was a list of people, businesses, anything and anyone who had wronged the Card Dealer. She pressed her hands on the coat again, and it changed color to a dull green- she was happy, as everyone in town still figured she always was. She looked down on the list again, her eyes darting over the names, then landing on one in particular. Her fathers name. She smiled for the first time in a long time. She was to kill only half of the list in her hand- most of it were just warnings for a more... long-term punishment then death. She never dealt with those.

Her heels clacked against the cobblestone pathway up to an old-looking, family owned hotel. She didn't know these people, and for that she was glad- she was sent to warn them of things to come- or who to come. She made sure she had the right address, then looked a the name "Anna Kathrine Banks. Daughter of hotel owner/worker" She read aloud, looking up at the building. Oh, what did you do, Anna? she thought. In her mind, she was picturing a small little girl of ten or twelve- it had happened before. She slid open the door and a bell chimed. A girl who looked around fifteen came up to Zyta.

"Hello! I'm Anna. Do you need a room for the night? You look chilled to the bone, Miss..." the girl said, and Zyta's eyes immediately became sad. She looked so... utterly... happy.

"Yes.... It's..... er.... Jade. It's Miss Jade, dear. Sara Jade" she said quickly. The girl smiled and went back to the desk, grabbing some keys and beginning to walk to a flight of stairs. Zyta followed her, all the way to a room on what looked to be the top floor of the hotel- it was only three floors in total, after all. Anna unlocked the door and stepped in, and she followed her, flipping on a light.

"Well, here you are, Miss Jade" Anna smiled and Zyta nodded looking about the room. Her eyes landed on a plant, and she looked back at Anna. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry" She said, and lifted her hand, the plant seeming to grow and wrap around Anna's mouth and hands, then her feet. She tried to scream, but she couldn't move. She looked suddenly terrified.

"I am.. sorry, Anna. You don't understand. But you are warned, Anna. Worse things than I will soon come for you. A tip? Don't struggle. The vines get tighter if you do. I have to go now" Zyta said, stepping forward. She patted Anna on the head of her blonde hair, then went to the window and opened it. She jumped out, the air bellow her pushing up with strong enough winds to slow her fall until she hit the ground on her feet. She ran sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and her hair and eyes became stark white and pink again. The rest of the people could wait. She wouldn't do that again today.