Jun 7, 2018 11:10:58 GMT -6
Zoe Roy Secrets are meant to be shared! general info
appearance Zoe stands at five foot five inches. She has chin length black hair, though she dyes it somewhat often. Her eyes are a grey-blue. Overall an hourglass body shape, she has thin arms and legs, though her thighs are a bit larger. Her pale skin hides a mixed heritage that no one in the family can fully map, though some amount of Korean and French are certain. personality
abilities Gifted: Correct Sense (Strong): Zoe has an innate sense of when she is correct. When she first got the power, she had to state things aloud for the power to work. Since then, she has developed the ability to do it entirely mentally, although she still likes doing it verbally more. The power has limits. There is no "level" of correctness. If something is not 100% correct, then there is no indication of any sort. Furthermore, it can only gather information that people know. For example, she could not figure out the unifying theory of physics by trial and error because no being on the planet knows it. Furthermore, the gods and some other beings appear to be immune, though she cannot confirm this with her power, due to the possibility of the immunity. Zeredah is one of those other beings, much to Zoe's annoyance. backstory You could ask for a worse childhood. Hell, by most measures, Zoe lived pretty well. Rich parents (not stinking rich inheritance level parents, but two doctors), an older brother she had a GOOD relationship with, always had a pet around, family meals and family time... So why did she run away? Zoe's brother, Jason, was two years older than her. Coming close to the end of twelfth year, he was in the first string for the school basketball team. College scouts had kept their eyes on him for two years. He had two full ride scholarships offered to him, and several more large scholarships. He was popular. Had friends. Went to the parties. Good grades. Never got in trouble. That made it all the more unsettling when Zoe found him in his room, a foot off the ground. Her parents changed, that day. She had always seen them as friendly. Maybe not super lovey dovey, but they were never mean to each other. They never really argued. Now the yelling was constant. Unending.Things were thrown. They never hit each other, but she saw their faces. They both contemplated it. All of her friends were being careful around her. When Zoe wanted nothing more than a normal life, her normal life, there was no one to give it to her. Everyone wore a mask, reminded her of her brother. They were trying to make it better, but they only made it worse. Lies when she just needed normality. One night, she woke up to the sound of her father coming home drunk, her mother cussing him out. "They never loved each other, did they?" She did not understand, at first. There was just this profound feeling of correctness about that statement. That they never loved each other. As if the world was telling her how things were. "The sky is blue." There it was again. This feeling that she was correct. She spent the rest of the night experimenting. It was a distraction, an escape, so she could not hear the sounds of shouting. The thrown things. The smack and the thump. She figured out some rules. Some of them, at least. The last statement she checked that morning was a simple one. "I want to run away." CORRECT She left all her schoolbooks at home, filling her backpack with clothes. She took all the cash from her mother's purse, stole from the curse jar that had gone unused for a month. She left at the normal time for school. She said goodbye like she normally did. She rounded the corner she normally did. And then she stopped. She went into the alley. And she cried. The bus passed her by, on its way to school. She went to the bank, emptied her account. And she was gone. Hitchhiking. No idea where she was going, or how she'd get there. A part of her thought this was temporary, an escape. A way to get her parents to focus on something else. A part of her didn't. It was three days later. She was curled up in the back of a small Pontiac, backpack of clothes and cash to her chest. The driver's phone went off. She got rid of hers awhile ago. It was one of the emergency alerts. She thought nothing of it. He glanced at his phone. Two or three minutes passed before he sighed, turning down the music. "Your parents miss you, Zoe." She almost jumped. She had given him a fake name. Josephine. She remained silent. It stretched on for a minute. "Look, I'm not one to speak. I'm not exactly the best guy out there. But they're you're parents. I'll take you to the next town, but then I want you to call them. I can't force you to go back. I don't know why you left. But at least call them. Right now, they think you were abducted." Zoe curled up tighter, clutching her legs to her chest. She nodded slowly, and the driver caught it in his mirrors. He turned the music back up and returned to focusing on the road. Zoe made the call from the small town. It... did not go well. She knew when they lied. It was as easy as checking what they said. And they lied a lot. They truly missed her, and they promised things would get better. But neither of them believed the latter. Both of them wanted a divorce. Both of them expected a long, drawn out legal battle. A battle for the house. The cars. A battle for her. Humanity was full of liars. The Assembly of Phantoms had been a topic they covered in school. Their methods and ideals, if only the cliffnotes versions. Zoe had thought they were crazy. Life seemed great as it was. But knowing when things were correct? Being able to read people like that? Everyone lied. Everyone wore a mask. No one she ever checked was ever truly happy with life. Everyone had their issues. Lots of people had big issues. Poverty, something she had never really been exposed to, having grown up in a "rich people" suburb. Her world view had changed over those few days. And what she had once thought were crazed imbeciles, she was now agreeing with. It was surprisingly easy to find a contact. Someone with a position within the Assembly. With power. Not Zeredah. She was always bothered by her lack of ability to figure out Zeredah. It was like there was a hole in her power. But still. She worked out the person. What were they like. What did they want. What did they do. What secrets did they have? And oh boy were they juicy secrets. A combination of manipulation and blackmail got them to introduce her. Not to Zeredah, but to the Assembly. Meetings here and there. They gave her a place to stay, a side room in their apartment that had gone unused. She knew it felt awkward for the individual. They were twenty three, she was sixteen. But they played it off. And eventually funds from the AP began to roll in. Zoe officially dropped out of school, going through the process to be an independent student. She got her GED later that year. It felt like cheating to her, but no one could know that. Well, except the person who was letting her live in their apartment. Zoe began taking college courses online. As of modern day, she has an Associates of Arts and Science but has not yet enrolled into any university courses. misc Zoe considered changing her name, but in the end decided against it. In no small part due to the two years she had to wait before she even could. Zoe threw out the idea of a pretend relationship between her and her benefactor. They hated the idea from the get go. Three years later, they still hate the idea. Though Zoe knows they hate it slightly less. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Zee ☆ RP EXPERIENCE Since 2011 ☆ TIMEZONE Central US ☆ GENDER Male ☆ AGE 22 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS @zee @zeethesecond ☆ FACE CLAIM MEGAMI TENSEI (Persona), Marie ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Zee. DO NOT STEAL. |
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