Name: Lyzander Zilvist
Nickname: Zan or, if you’re a p***k, Envyson.
Age: 17
Birthday: April twelfth
Species: Half-demon, the son of a former sin
Gender: Male,
Sexuality: it’s complicated
Nationality: French on his mother’s side and no one knows about his dad. Adoptively American
Eye color: lime to olive green
Hair color: typically brown, but it changes.
Skin tone: pale olive
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 145 lbs
Body build: toned, but you can sort of see his ribs
Talents: gardening, drawing,
Flaws/Disabilities: gets jealous easily, obsesses over his mimicking.
Class: Art class, Music, Dojo/Gym/Phys Ed, Psychology, Physics
Powers: Mimicking – he has the uncanny ability to copy the way a person speaks, and after spending time with a person, may also be able to copy the sound of their voice.
Slight of hand – just your simple parlor trick, right?
Likes: talking to people, copying/mimicking others, acting, reading, and gardening
Dislikes: Talking about his family , being alone, silence , the smell of blood, and grapefruits
Fears: losing everyone he cares about, to the point he keeps tabs on EVERYONE
Personality: Typically snarky, Zan tends to hide his emotions behind his cold and quick tongue, often getting in trouble because of it. He doesn’t seem to mind the trouble though; usually he revels in the attention given to him. Rarely alone, he’s loud and cunning. But in those moments where he appears to be alone with his thoughts, he grows far too quiet, far too sad.
Bio: the child of one of Envy’s incarnations, Lyzander killed his mother during the birth, and death seemed to follow him wherever he went. At age five, he lost his best friend, a human boy named Sacha, to disease. At age seven, his own father was taken from this world right in front of the young boy’s eyes. This was not the end of his curse, however. After being adopted by his father’s love, he saw the deaths of many uncle-figures in his life as the other sins were hunted down. He struggled to accept the vast changes taking place around him for months. What’s worse, he blamed himself for their deaths. Its been ten years since then. Ten years with his adoptive mother, Trista, and her husband Tristan, but he still can’t forget all those he’s lost.
Family: he has six younger siblings, although he does his best to only watch them from afar so his apparent curse doesn’t reach them.
