Kira
My name is: ZaneAndrew Griffith
My Alias is Kira
I have this many candles on the cake 20
I am on the side of: Chaotic Neutral
I have these quirks: Zane is ruthless, and is in constant search for power, and better understanding his own. His mind is unstable, and his thoughts are random as are his actions. He is often seen in a corner clenching his head, or beating up a fellow student. He reacts on impulse more than thought. Though if in control, Zane can be very cunning. Despite that, he is a genius.
We cant all have sad stories now can we? Zane was born to Agitha, and Jewel Griffith, 20 years ago. He was the youngest of six kids, which is one of the many reasons why he is the way he is today. When he was born he came out pale, and malnutrition. Jewel, his father once they got out of the hospital and got home, sent his DNA, to see if the kid was really his. And the results came back negative. This enraged his father; however nothing happened, he let it slide.
Once Zane was able to walk, and talk, he was kind, and his blonde hair slowly became red. However, he couldn’t see. Everything around him was dark. He whined and whined about it. Every time he mentioned it, his father would beat him. Or send him off to the neighbors, when that happened he always came back even more scared. Soon eventually, even his siblings started to pick and beat him, and being blind he was completely defenseless.
Once Zane was 8 years old, his only protection died of an unknown cause. His mother had passed away. His father came home drunk every day, and would hold Zane’s wrist, and take a knife to it. Zane was finally in school, and he was taught to read brail, and used a typewriter with Brail, to do his work, his teacher even bought him one to take home, so he could do his homework. He had his only sister plug it in for him, on his bedroom floor. Well… more like his cupboard. All he had to his name was an old pillow that was passed down from his eldest brother, it was covered in pee stains, and blood stains. 1 pair of clothes, and his type writer. He slept in a little 3x3 cupboard, under the sink. ((Yeah yeah, worse than Harry Potter who slept in a closet under the stairs.))
By the time he was 12, Zane was scared of everyone, and everything. He started getting picked on at school, he was an outcast. His “helper” to get him to class, and such, locked him in the janitor’s closet multiple times, and finally. He decided to just not go to school. But he outgrew the cupboard and was able to move in with his siblings in the rooms upstairs. His oldest brother disliked this, and beat him to the point he couldn’t move. He cried… which just made matters worse, his father heard it, and beat him more. He retaliated for the first time, and it made his father back away at least till Zane was better.
Things continued as they were till he was 15, he had found a dog in there yard, and it liked him. Licked him. Played with him, it was his first friend. The dog stayed around for 3 months, until his father say Zane happy. And no matter how much he beat the boy, Zane had a smile on his face. One day, the pair ((Zane and the Dog)) was found playing in the backyard. The dog fell as they played, and a gunshot was heard. Zane cried, and yelled. As he held the dog in his arms, the hot blood across his body. He looked up at his father for the first time, and he could see. It wasn’t flesh, but it was blood? He could see the blood flow of his father. Angrier than ever before, the 6’4” male walked towards his father, and grabbed him by the throat, and said his first words, in 7 years. “I’ll kill you.” Zane was not weak, nor was he someone to mess with when angered. His father shot him, but the bullet only grazed his stomach, and he felt the blood drip from his body. He was already numb, and he saw his blood swirl around him. With his great strength, anger, hatred and adrenaline, he popped his father’s throat, like it was a pimple.
The deafening scream that escaped for a moment, was enough for his siblings and neighbor’s to come outside. Or perhaps it was the gunshot? The police weren’t sure. But 20 witnesses saw, Zane ruthlessly murder his entire family. Everyone fled back into the house, and cops were already aiming their guns at him they were there in seconds from the amount of calls they had received, Zane snapped. To him, nothing was reality anymore. He felt the cuffs go around, as he was shipped off to jail. Once he got there it took 5 full grown males to hold him down, he was put in a straight jacket. They gave him no trial. Nothing.
4 Years passed before he saw daylight again, the war between the Titans and Slade had begun. All the criminals escaped. And he made his way out slowly but surely.
My power lies with-in: Blood Mancing: The ability to use his blood as a weapon.
Regeneration: Zane can heal himself quickly.
Blood Absorption: If there is blood on the ground, or around him, he can make it his own.
Healing: Being the universal blood type, he can heal wounds with his white blood cells. If he chooses.
Super Intellect: Zane if in control of his emotions, and own mind. He is very smart. Very cunning.
What I carry with me: Vials of blood, blood absorption clothing.
What I rock too: theme song
Any extra information: Extra or added notes.
