Name: Zane Locklear
Appears Age: 26
Gender: Male
Hair/Eye color: Dark brown Hair and eyes of hazel. Often seen brown but not unusual to see blue.
Race: Kelpie
Ethnicity: Native American
Height: 6"3'
Body type: All around fit, never skips leg day.
Personal
Personality:
Zane is well aware of his weaknesses and mythical abilities in what most mythos would regard hefty flaws. However, his intelligence keeps his head above the waters when it comes to manipulating events to his favor. Politics is his game; Mischievous and cleaver, collected, and prideful helps him fit into common society. You could say, he lures his opponents with charm. Ranging from difficult and eluding to simple and easy deal with, he can be more or less a friendly face among the crowd and is someone who enjoys the social aspect life itself. Zane's proud nature is represented with his head held high and posture near perfect to a Light of step and cool stride. Often in though, he could never shy away from someone. Perfectly outgoing. A quark; random spurts of laughter may ensue without prompt. It isn't really with his personality but rather an illness he couldn't heal from due to the overexposure of iron. The laughter is assumed directly linked to his iron intoxicated mind. He mostly plays it as Tourette syndrome.
Likes:
❤ Cold nights- Colder nights means less sweat. The idea of liking them is much more logical than it is romantic.
❤ Books: Books are the gateway to a true freedom. They are a world within the world he lives and an easement to his everyday life.
❤ Classical music- Something about symphonies and orchestras incite emotion, leaving him saddened, empowered, or relaxed.
❤ Puzzles and riddles- Often times he gives these out as tests; Nasty ending to who fail his test but with a greater award if they are solved.
Dislikes:
✖ Iron.
✖ Loud events.
✖ Sweets.
✖ Being around children.
Fears:
💀A misstep leading to his expose.
💀Loss of control over events or himself.
💀Claustrophobic.
Bio:
Birthed from the beginning of the salt marshes and is a spirit of the waters before man made their way to build a boardwalk, the water Kelpie nested. A simple life, quiet and peaceful without any concept of time. Time had not become a construct until he laid eyes no his first human. Curious creatures who traveled together in packs and who had their own language. Carrying a strange scent that burned when he took deep breaths of air. A medal he later learned to be called iron by the other fairies.
These people, many of them were not immortal, they reproduced, grew old and then passed into the afterlife. Zane, he watched from the side of the marshes and every now and then... to those who ventured alone, children, they would come up missing. A delicious meal. After a while, from the disappearances of their children, they built a wooden bridge. Crossing over his home and leading into the woods. This provided him a closer look at these people... and it leads him to want something more from this provincial life. He listened to the passersby, to their chatter and learned their speech. Their droppings of papers, their litter into the water gave him something to read and eventually storms provided him with books. He learned their language and some history and all the more thanks to the Fay he caught and bartered for knowledge.
Life under the marsh was lonely and with courage, he left. Taking the form of a handsome man and walking among the people. Zane took kindly to those who were willing to speak to him, helping them and soon establishing a name for himself over the years. He moved up in their society and became their enforcement officer, a pathway to guard these people and... an easy escape goat if he needed to feed. Although rare nowadays, his thirst was still a problem. With the right amount of currency and a favor or two, Zane had been able to come across a witch who granted a silver flask, enchanted to cure the hunger and provide the nourishment he needed. A transfusion of water but, honestly, he hadn't the slightest clue on how it worked. Nothing beats the real thing though, the way the skin tore and even the slimy thickness of human blood, the warm substance working its way down his throat.
Currently, Zane contracted builders to build a small stilted home on along the marsh, so he would never be too far from his home waters. Friends are many within this small town, everyone knows each other and with the newcomers staying at the haunted hotel, every day it's something interesting. ...But those pesky calls from the spooked visitors... sure. Fun.
Profession/Occupation:
Law Enforcement Officer.
Other:
Magic Abilities:
❇ Shape-shifting: Morphing his structure is simple, a devils gift to the Kelpie; allowing a morph between horses regardless of breed, gorgeous and brilliant with natural beauty. Mains always glimmering with a coat, healthy and glowing like silk in the sun. Not limited just horses. Zane is gifted with one more shape-shifting ability; to have the guise of male mortal forms. Age isn't a problem either for the magic coursing through his veins, old with wrinkles and beard or, young with a rounded face and bright eyes. To take their form is no challenge with the perfect glamor.
❇ Water purification: A touch to the liquid, flesh to polluted water of oil, chemical, conflicting magics, or poison, the Kelpies passive ability sifts through the particles to separate impurities. Mythos had stated they purify their lakes and ponds, streams and rivers, and he is no exception. As if stating his claim to the waters, a claim of territory or even a simple favor, traditionally it's familiar for male kelpies to attain this ability rather if they're within their reverted state or shifted form. ♣DISCLAIMER: If shoved in the ocean for some godforsaken challenge, his ability randomizes them to be necessarily an amount a massive lake would fill. However, if riding a lake of its impurities conspires, he would take a long slumber within the recently purified water for a type of regeneration.
❇Hardened Flesh: Within his Kelpie form, his flesh carries the same density as a steel alloy due to his home waters, damaging is near impossible if you don't have the right tools. Slashing could have the same effect as to stabbing, only chipping away the protective coat. Due to the flesh change, his body increases its weight becoming immensely heavy to a near 1400 Kilo, however; his movement is not compromised in the slightest.
❇ Sticky flesh- Only activated within Kelpie form. The flesh is said to be so tacky that even that slightest touch with fingers you will be cemented on. Perhaps cutting off your limb will do the trick? The flesh isn't limited to just your own touch, nearly anything that touches could and has the possibility of being stuck on. This change voids out any previous effect.
Strengths/Skills: (Non-magic)
✩ Knowledge of the Fay and other creatures within the paranormal realms. Not only due to him being among the creatures, but simply because he must be well versed in all threats. Knowledge helps prevents panic and allows for his own calm demeanor when having to explain situations to those who hold power.
✩Expert in deductive reasoning from being more intuitive than anything all the way throughout to investigations and maintaining order among a huge populous.
✩ This man can speak among the masses and slip his way into peoples hearts just by the way he talks. Knowing what to say in the exact moment had always been useful, however, he can't tell a lie. His voice is memorizing as his sentences spew poetry. Having a way that can twist a person's thoughts or feelings to allow slight persuasion to what he desires... though, this is never enforced. This isn't minded manipulation.
✩Zane's stamina is something to behold. Not only would he work out to maintain this, it simply came with his species and carried over to his mortal form. If the squad car broke down, no problem, he would jog to his destination.
✩ Well versed in martial arts. Thanks to becoming a law enforcement officer, the onboard training had become useful into subduing large delinquents. However, tasering them doesn't hurt... but he much rather calm the situation with words before using force.
Weaknesses:
☢Iron; this metal carries a particular stench, a pure stench, and yet more foul than a rotting carcass mutilated by crabs. Much like how St John's Wort creates a sickness when digested in large amounts, for him, that's deadly. Iron to the touch melts his glamour away and singes his skin. Much like a hot knife to butter.
☢A mounted bridle with the Christian cross across his muzzle, rather it is in mortal or human form. The Kelpie will break guise and become obedient to the one who holds the rains. Although it's common in Fay lore, He carries his own from the waters. He is masterless but a silver bridle takes form as a pendant. In his case, the piece of silver is glamoured into his badge. Having a mount is disheartening to have it apply to him instead of it simply being a stereotype.
☢Livers, though, this has to be a consumption. Livers are even more so toxic than Iron. The taste is bitter, far bitter than anything imagined and more acidic than iron. Human livers have enough power to rip his stomach and deteriorate it from the inside out, a terrible and agonizing prolonged way to die.
☢ A constant hunger for mortal flesh and bone. He would have gathered men and women and lured them to the edge of the water, however... Now he had to be more civil about it. Still, it would be easy to bribe this officer with the taste.
☢ Can not tell a lie.
☢ A silver bullet to the heart or even head, that will kill him.
Weapon: Standard law enforcement issued gun, Glock 22 with an unfortunate trigger pull of 5.5lbs.
Zane would keep two magazine clips, one filled with fifteen rounds of silver bullets and the others the typical fifteen round make. Excessive, yes, but no one needed to know.
[ Secondary Weapon : Pulse Taser. Kept in his side pocket, he keeps this baby charged. Weighing in at just eight ounces and with a fire range at fifteen feet, this thing can render the nervous system to reboot. Around thirty seconds.
Theme song:
Massive Attack- Tear Drop
Voice-claim:
Mat Mercer- Tygra
