Jul 22, 2020 20:17:06 GMT -6
 zylan meyer oh boy, that smile is but a facade. general info
appearance At the unthreatening height of a meagre 5’7”, there is nothing particularly special about Zylan’s appearance. His unimpressive and muscle-lacking frame makes Zylan a rather thin young man with willowy limbs. A majority of his frame is slender, leaving him without any muscle to put force behind what he accomplishes. Alas, this is prefered, for Zylan is renowned as a gentle soul. Even his job requires the delicate touch of his soft, long-fingered hands as he ferries flowers and happily arranges them. Each finger holds a small amount of callous from unfortunate incidents of getting on the wrong side of a rose thorn. His complexion is best described as fair, leaning more towards the paler side. Thanks to the intervention of his brother, Zylan is devoid of scars across his delicate frame. This being said, Zylan does have small freckles on occasional points of his body. The initially noticed feature of Zylan’s face are the accumulation of freckles across his face and the bridge of his nose. There are plenty marking his face and are frequently noticed the moment someone gets the opportunity to see his countenance. Should Zylan become flushed, it is common for the freckles to be exemplified by the reddening of his cheeks. These freckles mark a softened landscape of semi-high cheekbones leading to cheeks with a slight plumpness to them. This gives Zylan a well-filled facial structure. His jawline leads to a softly curved chin, maintaining a gentleness to his facial. Perched atop his head is locks of messy dark near-black brown hair. Frequently, despite Zylan’s best efforts, locks stick out from his nest of soft locks. The most notable being a single, uncooperative tuft that sticks straight out; he swears it has a mind of its own. There are two locks that land between his eyes, narrowly avoiding staying out of his line of sight. His eyes are a dull, carob brown colour. Simplistic is the preferred clothing style of Zylan’s. Rarely does he wear graphic t-shirts or anything with complicated designs. He enjoys shirts of a solid cover, nothing tight-fitting around his body, else he feels constricted. As a preference, Zylan has always fancied loose-fitting sweaters and turtlenecks. Oftentimes, around his right wrist is a temperature regulating charm in the style of a woven bracelet. For pants he frequently wears blue jeans or sweats, it depends heavily on mood. On lazier days he will wear sweats meanwhile he may otherwise wear jeans. In winter, he often wears thick jackets and beanies. As for shoes, Zylan wears casual without much thought other than what he considers comfortable. In feline form, Zylan takes the form of a small, domestic short-haired. His fur is silky smooth with a sleek black colour. He is a tad larger than average cats because of him being a nekomata, but he can easily be taken for a larger-than-usual cat. In this form, his eyes maintain their carob colour, albeit, his eyes gain the cat-like slits. At times, his feline traits can appear when he is in human form, most specifically his ears and tail. This can lead to black ears poking from his head or a tail suddenly appearing. This often happens after dreams of being in cat form or if Zylan wills these traits to manifest themself. personality
abilities Feline Shifting -- Mastered The ability to shift into a feline form. A domestic short-haired is Zylan’s feline form and a form he enjoys at times. In moments of extreme stress or anxiety to hide himself away and receive some well-needed calming time. The implications of Zylan’s shifting have always been for a therapeutic break from life stress or simply a way to blend in. In his cat form, Zylan is faster than when he is human form, however, he merely uses this skill if he is late for work. At times, in spite of his smooth control, when Zylan is restless or playful, his cat ears and tail may spawn unconsciously. This similarly happens when Zylan has dreams about being in cat form. It takes Zylan approximately 15 seconds to shift into his cat form, however, during this time he would be his most vulnerable. While his body alters, he is unable to access his abilities or properly move, hence making it difficult for him to protect himself. Darkness Manipulation -- Beginner The ability to manipulate darkness, allowing the user to accomplish things like make barriers or mists. With this ability, Zylan lacks skill and training in the basic fundamentals. As somebody who operates peacefully, he never trained it after finding little practical use of it. This being said, the ability has a nasty habit of activating when Zylan’s anxiety levels reach an extreme. Regularly, it manifests itself defensively and will create a barrier around Zylan. Unfortunately, this drains his energy rather quickly, leaving him exhausted after the shield cracks and breaks. Enhanced Speed -- Intermediate The ability to enhance one’s speed, allowing the user to run faster than average. From a fighting or defensive perspective, Zylan is horrible with his speed. In stressful situations he can become jittery and have his enhanced speed over-react to situations, resulting in the occasional crash or bump. Normally, Zylan accesses his enhanced speed to hurry to work whenever he is late. Otherwise, he rarely uses it unless it is accidentally activated because of a stressful situation or excessive fear. Naturals: Enhanced Dexterity, Enhanced Senses, Night Vision, Enhanced Stealth backstory Trigger Warning: Domestic abuse, emotional abuse, alcoholism behind those plastic smiles were always leaking tears of pain, weren’t there? Bathed in a dimmer sense of fortune, Zylan Meyer was the youngest child of the Meyer family. The volatile nature of two feuding parents, one of particular bitterness fueled by the intoxicating fluids of alcohol. Somehow, the pair managed to birth one child only to be shortly followed by a second. At times, it was speculated their abrupt pregnancy decision was chosen in hopes of saving a failing marriage. It became the catalyst for mother’s drinking and inspiration for father's depression. The alcohol made the mother an abusive woman, manipulative, hurtful and spiteful towards the rest of her family. Although, Zylan was fortunate to have somebody to admire and cradle him away from the darkness consuming their family. From the beginning, Zylan’s older brother, Dylan, proved the protector in their twisted little story. A game of sorrow and domestic violence which would inevitably create the scarred, timid florist of the current. As the younger sibling, Zylan was granted the opportunity to learn and gain wisdom from his mere two years older brother. He clung to his words and to him for safety throughout their early years. Even as school began, Zylan exhibited an intense closeness to his older brother and would often run crying to him with his childhood problems. Mom and dad never wanted to listen and where that absence was, his brother fulfilled. Nonetheless, the scars of a troubled home life manifested quickly in Zylan’s day to day. In school, he was a timid child, the type who sat at a table and coloured opposed joining the other children. Socializing was difficult because of the emotional crippling accomplished by his volatile parents. He was shy and struggled to make friends through school, even through the light pushes of his teachers. Alas, the misfortunes were to come in the heat of anger from a single source. Children are innately clumsy, and despite his nekomata genes, Zylan was no an exception. There was hardly purpose as he tripped and knocked over mom’s wine glass. The tiny shards of glass that embedded in the carpet around a thick blotch of a wine stain. Perhaps there was bated breath as his mother’s anger boiled over, but he remembers most the loud shattering... In her lusting for violence she broke the hefty wine bottle against the living room table. Her angered screams breached his sensitive hearing as he wildly whipped his head around. The shrill scream of fright reverberating from his own lungs as he scurried forward, away. Father would never consider lifting a hand against the volatile woman... but bravery can come from the smallest places as his brother protected him. Rather than him, the error making receiving punishment, Dylan took whatever she planned on dishing. The terror in young Zylan’s eyes as mother willing took out her miniature anger fit on him before lumbering away for more precious alcohol. As the beast left, Zylan grabbed his brother’s arm, pleading for him to follow. He led him to the washroom, helping him with whatever injuries he had, but an over-emotional child was hardly a good doctor. They finished the job, the best two broken children could accomplish. However, the incident was a reminder in Zylan’s head of never mess with mother. Through his residence in their volatile little home, the young nekomata heard the warning siren of mom’s anger, of incoming punishment befalling a resident... A broken bottle, it always meant something bad would be coming. It meant screaming, threats, hatred and most of all pain. It became Zylan’s fear, the thing that left his heart shaking inside his chest. As Zylan grew up, realizing the ramifications from his emotionally unhealthy upbringing came as innately as riding a bike. A mere sixteen-years-old and the young man discovered himself hastily placing together a resume and finding a part time job. He wanted escape, and there were skills and traits he required. He began a meagre grocery store clerk making practically pennies, but he saved every cent. When he saved enough, it began with driving lessons. He needed to learn and having a license would open his job market without having to depend on carpools or bus trips. He planned every second and worked his fingers to the bone gathering enough to hopefully move out at eighteen. He worked endlessly, taking many shifts, grabbing any overtime he could and focusing on the overarching goal of escape. Working kept him out of the house, allowed him to avoid his volatile home, but left him tired and drained when he returned home. Graduation happened at seventeen and Zylan hastily began applying for full-time jobs, but one struck his fancy the most. Always, he adored flowers, their gentle nature and calming aromas. He remembered arranging them, blissfully praying for a few moments of relaxation in his frightful life. Applying for a position as a florist felt natural, and when he nailed the interview and proved to possess a love for the occupation, he found himself accepted. Work soon transformed into therapy where he would be paid. Precious minutes of meticulous arranging or time spent watering the flowers and bringing them happiness eased him. From there the unhealthy optimism spawned as several times over his problems were muted and shoved away. He retained a cheerfulness believed to be summoned by proper health and good parenting... when in reality, inside he was a broken young man fighting for escape; craving it! Nobody needed to become privy to those factors, he had Dylan after all... The one person who always listened and understood through the survival of a mutual situation. His goals in leaving at eighteen failed, however, after an extra year of steady work, Zylan saved enough to move into a small apartment. In time, he managed to purchase a small vehicle and set himself up for escape. Counting down those blissful days until he could leave home filled him to the brim with happiness, but it was not until the last minute did he remember an oversight. The protector, gallant and benevolent, still captured inside the realm of their volatile prison. He was quick to ask about him, wondering if he would escape the place of their binding, but Dylan held no escape. The split-second decision arrived quickly as the mantra of no man left behind entered his mind. He offered his brother housing, told him to get packed, informed him he would be coming with him. It was considered an action required given the multitude of incidents where Dylan protected him. Together, they moved out, leaving behind the volatile home of their birth for the apartment. It was a welcomed change. The move relieved endless amounts of emotional distress from Zylan’s life, or at least, the addition of it. Despite his well-needed escape, the young man suffers from a slew of problems manifested from his upbringing. From acute PTSD to an extreme sensitivity to topics of domestic abuse. Yet, he smiles, each faked and designed to mask the emotional turmoiling wreaking havoc on his body. Only a single individual listened to his traumas, sympathized with him, but was equally punished by the ill-suiting environment for children. People never wanted to listen, thus what could he do but smile? But be a positive ball of light? That is what everybody wanted, not a sad, mopey young man with anxiety issues. They wanted someone who was happy. misc - Likes: Ravens/crows, flowers, hot chocolate, sweets, caramel, reading, soft songs, blankets, snuggling, being pet, cat toys, lounging in sunlight, astrology, singing, stuffed animals, woven bracelets, music, his brother, rain, colouring, seafood - Dislikes: When he cries, alcohol, spicy foods, cramped spaces, winter, graveyards, screaming, being spotlighted, crowded locations, arguing, dogs, thunder storms, cold temperatures, jumpscares - Fears: Broken bottles, domestic violence, drinking, addiction - The sound of glass breaking gives Zylan extreme anxiety. It can make him tremble and emotionally shut down for a minute. At times, he will even tear up and cling to the first person to offer a comforting place to fall. - His optimism spawns from a heavy belief nobody wants to listen to his problems or have to deal with a mopey individual, so he masks it. - The only person currently aware of the depths of Zylan’s emotional problems is his older brother, Dylan. He is among the few Zylan does talk to about what happened. - Zylan does suffer from acute PTSD, his triggers revolving around topics related to domestic violence. Being exposed to his triggers places Zylan in a panic state where his right hand will start moving involuntary; usually a slight rotation. His breathing will often accelerate and his chest may begin to hurt as his body panics. He often trembles in addition to this. - If someone Zylan’s trusts pets him, there is a high chance Zylan will begin purring. - He refuses to drink any alcohol because of the home situation he came from. He is scared drinking will make him angry and mean to people. - He has a gentle singing voice, but severe stage fright. - He loves watching his brother and his band perform. - Whenever a jumpscare comes up in a horror movie or game, there is a good chance Zylan will scream. He cannot help it and hates that it happens. | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME chibi magician ☆ RP EXPERIENCE about 8 years ☆ TIMEZONE central ☆ GENDER female ☆ AGE twenty-one ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS MALAKAI MOORS FELIX MELLOBROOK NATHAN BECKARD DESMOND WILTS KAITLYNN HARRIS FRITZ JACOBS NYLA KORVICH ARLO NORWOOD EMMERSON HALOGAN YVES LEVORA UMBERTO DARIAN VYLAD ZAIDER OCTAVIO KREMLEN BRASTI VANDERFELD PRESTON CLARK ZURIEL MARLINE PERSEPHONE ROSE LACHLAN FRAISER ALIANA LA ROSA CLYDE VELLESE ABEL MCCROFT HARRISON ACASTER WREN CATO RAMAGI VAUGHN MALLORI ISIDORE VYNLAY NOAH SULLIVAN KANO MIKAZUKI JAYDEN MILTON LAURENT MAYTHORN AVERY REEVES GWEN LA’ VARRIE NAOMI BLACKWATER BRAM VAN DIJK AARUSHI CALDWELL XENO MCFALLON ZEKE DURMONT ADAIR “AMON” FELLSPARK QUINN ABRAHAM ORION HOLLINS SLADE ETHIUM RAYLAN FOX WALLACE BOGDAN HAO ZHAO OZIAS ABRAMS RUSSEL NAULTY PEYTON HAYES LIAM BELMONT TADASHI ABBOT CARMINE ANDREASEN MALCOLM MCCAVALLOR SETH MAIER ROY DEMETRIS SCOTT HETTIRE LUCIANO DAHMER MYSON HAMMERSTEIN JUSTIN BOWMAN MORANA MILLER NEVIAH LAINE CYRIELLE BLANCHARD URIEL SAUNDERS MICAH KING ROXANNA ARC MACBETH OKORIE AZALIA DAHL GAVIN MCTAYLORS MAVERICK BOVE TATIANNA MARTEL MARKUS GRISWALD ISAAC BUCKSWORTH VALENCIA SHIKEKUTSUKI MASHITA RYLEY YATES BANNETT ☆ FACE CLAIM HAIKYUU!!, Tadashi Tamaguchi ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO CHIBI MAGICIAN. 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