Eli gave Cari's hand a gentle squeeze and rested his head against the tree, closing his eyes. "I had hoped to bring you here on less... well, less shitty circumstances.." Eli said and then turned his head towards the sound of her voice. "Maybe once that leech has been taken care of, I'll be able to," Eli said, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it before giving it another gentle squeeze. Shifting the dirt under his feet so whatever was digging into his heel wasn't doing so any more, Eli looked around him. "Is there anything that you want to do? I mean, there hasn't been much you've had a say in since the library.." Eli said, feeling a bit guilty about that.
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⇢ My Mother Gave Me ⇠ ●✖ Zacharias Kaleb Dior
●●●●●●●●but my friends gave me●✖ ZK or Zach
⇢ I've Been Around ⇠●✖ 17
⇢ Check It ⇠●✖ Male
⇢ Fishies in My Pond ⇠●✖ Homosexual
⇢ Don't Make Me ⇠●✖ Neutral, leaning towards bad.
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⇢ Contact Lenses ⇠●✖ Blue
⇢ All About The Style ⇠●✖ Brown
⇢ Makeup Bags Don't Lie ⇠●✖ Olive
⇢ 1... 2... 3... ⇠●✖ 5’10
⇢ Oh Yea? I Got This ⇠●✖ Just ears
⇢ Sorry, That Was My Bad Side ⇠●✖ Photo Shoot
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⇢ And... ACTION! ⇠●✖ -- Stubborn. Friendly. Fun. Self-Conscious. Smart a**. Sweet.
Zach was never mister popular as much as he just wants to be liked. With how wrong he has personally been treated he doesn’t like to see people wronged. He’s the outcast of his high school but things are changing. He has a habit of holding back when people get close to him. Another thing about him is he is very curious and always has to get down to the bottom of issues. Zach is pretty private too. When he is not at school or at least comfortable around you is when he is himself. He is very sweet to the people he likes.
●●●●●●●●Gimmie●✖ Dogs. Boys. Breaking and Entering. Swimming. Technology. School. Coffee.
●●●●●●●●Gross Dude●✖ Plastics. Closet. Cops. Cheerleaders
●●●●●●●●Get it Away Now●✖ Clowns. Dolls. Worms
⇢ I Can't Help It ⇠●✖ Raises one eyebrow when he is up to no good or sees someone attractive.
⇢ I'll Never Tell ⇠●✖ Molecular Manipulation
⇢ I Can't ⇠●✖ Cats. Bee stings. Asthma.
⇢ Where'd I Put It ⇠●✖ Cell phone. Camera. Wallet. Library Card
Zach loves fantasy books and surfing the web and would never leave home without his library card. His camera and cell phone are like as important as air to him. He couldn’t make it without either item. His wallet he needs which is pretty self explanatory.
⇢ My Perfect Prince ⇠●✖ A guy he could truly love and someone who wouldn’t leave him even he pushed them away.
⇢ Someday I Will ⇠●✖ Actor. Help people with his powers.
⇢ Rewind ⇠●✖ Zach was born in California but shortly after, his family moved to Odessa ,Texas. There his father went to work as a lawyer and his mother was a preschool teacher. It was in class one day that he met Claire Bennet. They were fast friends since then. Once he was in middle school, one of his mothers students had gotten fatally sick with some sort of flu and soon after his death his mother died in a car accident. She was rushing home cause Zach and his friends had got caught stealing at a Wal-Mart. The fact that he lost his mother haunts him to this day and he doesn’t like to talk about it to anyone.
After that his father got depressed, and started drinking a lot more and lost his job. Luckily through all this Zach would stay over the Bennet’s house from time to time or even week to week while his Dad got situated. His father still drinks but hardly gets drunk like he used to. He works now as an attorney but he and Zach still don’t get a long and Zach hates going home. He carries the burden of his mothers dead on his shoulders. So after the Haitian paid him a visit he forgot everything about Claire and seeing that he had no reason to stay with his Dad, he moved out on the money he got from his mother’s death and moved to NYC.
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Father - Kaleb Colton Dior - He started drinking and he and Zach do nothing but argue. He doesn’t work too often and always has problems with taking care of the bills. He has private investigators to find his son.
Mother - Marie Paige Dior - She died in a car accident while she was on her way to come and get her son. She was nurturing and cared deeply for him.
⇢ All The World's A Stage ⇠●✖ M4ttyK43
⇢ #43BFC7 ⇠
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That's just for canons, not originals, lol. If you're making the character up, I know you're going to be able to be them. But if you're applying to be a canon I need stone-cold evidence that you can be that person and that's why I had that up there.
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["My, my, my . . . you really don't know who you're talking to!"]
What You’ll Get From Me On The First Meeting...
My friend’s scream
[Alexei Nicolovich Crezmonzy, but you will know me as Foxglove, or Fox.]
I blow out this many candles
[I may appear to be around 26, but in reality, I am more than three hundred years old.]
The parts in my pants are
[Male]
My pants go crazy for
[Bisexual, but good luck finding me someone.]
I’ll jam to this beat
[Hoodoo, Muse & Just Dance, Lady GaGa Ft. Colby Odonis]
Only My Friends Know This Stuff…
I act like this on a normal day
[According to the many, many psychologists I've had occasion to visit over the years, I have 'an extremely deep-rooted form of psychopathy, with a tendency to view anyone who opposes him as an object of desire'. Quite what's wrong with that, I've yet to have had an answer. You wouldn't know it to look at me, but I actually have a taste for culture - then again, my definition of 'culture' can change from comic books one day to Shakespeare the next.
I'll delight in death, especially those who I feel deserve it - which, I have to admit, is a very broad field - and I enjoy the baser things in life; sex, food . . . the visceral, the real, is all that excites me any more. Which is why I absolutely love to hunt - the thrill is in the chase, never the capture, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy both.]
Oh, that scar?
[I was born many, many years ago (I've lost count of my real age - the last estimate I recall was about three hundred and four) in central Europe to very upper-class parents. They had a penchant for the supernatural, spreading rumors of vampires and sirens in the local town whenever they could in the vain hope such a creature would hear of them and arrive. They didn't expect it to work.
One night, just before I was due to be wed to a pre-arranged bride, a werewolf with eyes the color of molten silver arrived at our home. He killed my parents in cold blood, yet when he turned to me, he did nothing but smile. He took me with him, kicking and screaming, and he forced me to travel with him for a third of my life and the rest of his. He told me I was special, and that I had a destiny of unimaginable proportions ahead of me - he told me I was a werewolf, that my father too had been a lycan, and that he had been separated from his pack after marrying my mother - he had spread the rumors to get back to them. That night, I transformed for the first time, and the man, who re-christened me Foxglove (for the plant which yielded deadly poison) allowed me to kill him, saying nothing as I ripped him apart.
I traveled the world for a great many years, trying to conglomerate my wolf and human sides, and for a while I succeeded; until, one night in Paris, 1911, I came across the dead body of a burlesque dancer, who had been attacked by other lycans. I hunted them down, but I was no match for the pack, and they captured me - for the next seventy years, I laid in a cellar and bore the brunt of their aggression. Eventually, the pain was enough to push me over the edge, and the madness gave me the strength to escape. Then, my mind unhinged and my body ravaged but healing, I continued their legacy - I killed at will, had no regard for life and loved it. And I still do.]
I can’t get enough of
[Power, Food, Sex, Music, Fear]
Keep away from me
[Other werewolves, Homeless people, Peace, Compassion, Art]
The person I love
[Long dead, thanks for asking.]
Only My Pack And Imprint Have Seen This Side Of Me…
Rawr! I’m a wolfy!
[Click!]
This is my bigger wolfy side
[N/A]
And behind this mask is
[MI6 Agent 004]
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I do so have a right to be insulted! My family, on both sides, is French. That makes me French. And if you think it's crap it's just because you have no taste for culture.
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@MI6: -glares-
Je parle du français! Comment oser vous compare la langue la plus romantique dans le monde à cette bêtise d'une langue! Il insulte et juste simple impoli!
-turns away-
Hmmph!
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@MI6: C'est magnifique!
: D
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Eli lay there, letting Cari calm him with the comfort of her arms around her neck and the fact that she was safe with him. Turning his gaze to her Eli nodded and got to his feet, backing up behind a large enough tree. With a snap he was back in his human form, though he didn't have any clothes. His earlier plans had clearly been screwed all to hell so he didn't have the luxury of putting on some clothes. "I should have taken you home," Eli muttered, resting his back against the tree and not moving into the soft light that was coming from the meadow. He loved her, and she loved him, but he wasn't ready to walk around stark naked in front of her, and he doubted that she would want to see him like that when they hadn't even known each other for a day.
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Zephyr gave a laugh when Luke turned the helmet around, he hadn't even realized he'd had it on wrong. "Thanks," Zephyr said, shifting it around on his head for a moment before returning the smile. Nodding at the offered seat, Zephyr , using Luke's shoulders for balance, placed one foot on the passenger's left rest and then swung his other leg over the back of the bike, sitting down as best he could. He felt awkward about sitting up against Luke, but he couldn't help that. With the bike shaped as it was, it was impossible not to sit up against whoever was driving. After a bit of hesitation, he did his best to put his arms around Luke's waist without making it so that if they had to stop his helmet would run into the back of Luke's head.
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