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Why do I try so hard to earn their love?
Full Name: Zimalin Nebo Nicknames: Zi, Zizi, Fluffy, Zimmer, Zims Aliases: Winter Wolf Age: Unknown, but appears to be in her 20s Date Of Birth: January 8 Place Of Birth: Denver, CO Current Residence: Unknown Ethnicity: American Tribe: Tuatha de Danann Hair Color: Teal Eye Color: Gold Height: 5'3" Weight: 150 lbs Birthmarks/Scars: Traitor's marking on her upper right thigh, burn marks around her neck, and whip lashing scars on her back Tattoos: Tribal wolf on upper right arm, Heart with devil horns tail and angel wings upper left arm, HOMRA emblem on left shoulder blade, and Worgen crest on right shoulder blade Mother: Deceased Father: Deceased Sister(S): none Brother(S): Deceased Other Family: Unknown Sexual Orientation: Straight Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Head Bar Maiden Job Description: Server patrons while also making sure the staff isn't harassed Likes: Alcohol, chocolate, books, cooking and Mature people Dislikes: Disrespectful people, most veggies, and some fruits Magic: Ice, shifting/transformation, Snow, Frost
Rule of the Pack
Oh sweet rain, drip down
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Tuatha de Danann (pronounced Thoo-a day Du-non) is translated as ‘tribe of Danu.’ Scholars are agreed that Danu was the name of their goddess, most probably Anu/Anann. However, that is unproven, and I believe could equally have referred to their leader or king, or even the place from which they originated.
They were a race of God-like people gifted with supernatural powers, who invaded and ruled Ireland over four thousand years ago. According to an ancient document known as the Annals of the Four Masters (Annála na gCeithre Maístrí compiled by Franciscan monks between 1632-1636 from earlier texts), the Danann ruled from 1897 BC until 1700 BC, a short period indeed in which to have accumulated such fame. They were said to have originated from four mythical Northern cities Murias, Gorias, Falias and Finias, possibly located in Lochlann (Norway).
The Book of Invasions (Lebor Gebála Érénn compiled c.1150) claims in a poem that they came to Ireland riding in “flying ships” surrounded by “dark clouds.” They landed on Sliabh an Iarainn (the Iron Mountain) in Co. Leitrim, where they “brought a darkness over the sun lasting three days.”
A later version of the story relegates the flying ships to mere sailing ships. The dark clouds became towering columns of smoke as the ships were set alight, a warning to observers that the Danann were here to stay. Clearly, the monks recording this story were trying to make sense of something which was well out of their comfort zone.
family, friends & foes
Scared for our lives, I turned to your hand
The smile I try so hard to keep is slowly slipping away.
Those happy colorful moments are slowly turning grey.
The lid I thought was tightly closed is rapidly coming undone.
All the negative feelings coursing around the bottle are slipping through the cracks.
I’m sinking farther down into these dark waters reaching out for a helping hand.
I feel so lost and alone.
the patron saint of lost causes
Many years ago, Zima's grandfather was first in line for the throne to a long forgotten kingdom ruled by shifters such as herself. Her grandfather, Zakarai, was known for being a bit wild in his youth. He was betrothed to the daughter of a noble lord within their kingdom to which they soon married and had their first and only child, Zisel. It was just a few years after Zisel's birth that Zakarai had broken a sacred rule to his people and mated with a human woman who happened to be traveling through their land selling items in the market place. He was smitten by the woman's beauty and quickly took her in as a mistress soon after meeting, but Zakarai wasn't as sneaky as he thought and his brother Zorphe caught him in the act. Their father angered by Zakarai's actions stripped his son of his titled and banished him from the kingdom after branding him a traitor. He forced the young man to watch as the human woman his unborn child burned for his crime against his people. His wife and child were given the brand of traitor and forced to leave with their husband and father. They secretly settled within a village just outside the kingdom's boarder and lived comfortably for a good portion of their lives. Zisel found his own mate in a rogue shifter passing through and had 2 children of his own with his parents passing soon after their last child was born, but fate was not kind to this family.
Sometime after her grandparents passing, her cocky older brother decided to have some fun with the village children and shifted into his wolf form while in front of them. The frightened children had run off and told their parents of the incident. The results of his actions were heartbreaking for the little girl. She had been out in the woods chasing a bunny when it all happened, but when she heard the angry cries of the villagers Zima booked it back to her home. What she found stunned her. She hid in the brush as she watched her mother and brother burn in their boarded up house while her father was being held hostage and forced to watch. Their painful, agonizing screams engraved themselves deep into Zima's mind. It will be a sound she would never forget. Before the house could even full burn down, but the screams had already diminished, the villagers took her father to the town center and tied him up to the stake. Not a word was spoken as the used a sword to slice his head clean off. Tears streamed down her face and she soon left the village running deep into the woods.
Years pass and Zima grew into a well-developed young woman. She allowed her teal colored hair to grow past her hips while her silver hues grew cold and hateful. She would only enter a nearby village when she needed more than just the protein she got from the prey she would hunt down in her wolf form, which had grown to be larger than the normal sized wolf with beautiful golden eyes and silky white fur. However one trip she had taken to the village took a drastic turn. She had been smitten by a young man named Sabian Hozuki. The male held a dark secret only to be revealed soon after he discovered Zima's true nature. The drug lord chained her down to him by placing a shock collar around her neck. He would use her to detect when authorities were close when making the drug deals and also for his own sexual pleasure. After months of the torment, Zima managed to persuade Sabian to take the collar off and when he was fast asleep after a round of the forced sex, she made a run for it. The young wolf ran as fast as her legs could take her and ended up far away from where the drug lord resided in the north.
The thing people want to know but overlook
Zimalin is a headstrong individual with a bit of a hot temper despite being a winter elemental being. She is a bit shy when she first meets people due to past abuse by human men and tends to distrust most people who approach her. Can be quiet at times, Zimalin tends to keep most of her thoughts to herself making her quite the observant woman. Every so often she can become a bit stubborn. Zimalin is very set in her ways and has a hard time being told when she is wrong. However, so long as proof is provided she will easily accept and own up to being wrong. She can be sarcastic in her responses from time to time with a bit of a dry humor. She secretly is artistic drawing images of what her family would look like in the present time now that they would have been older. She keeps her sketch book hidden away beneath her mattress so it’s always close to her heart. When surrounded by the people she loves, trusts and cares about, Zimalin can become hyperactive or happy. She is known for pouncing people unexpectedly when they walk into the room on occasion.
Beast Concealed By Snow
Zimalin's ability allows her to change into an arctic dire wolf along with some control over the element of ice.
Arctic Blast: an ice crystal ball that turns the ground beneath the enemy to ice. Crystal Fissure: the use of water molecules found in both the air and ground pulling them together and rapidly freezing to create a large ice fissure within the ground. Diamond Armor: the ability to cover the skin in a layer of rock hard ice crystals that can be applied to specified areas, full body or to cover an injury. Diamond Fist: A layer of rock hard ice crystals coating the hands. Used mainly for hand to hand combat. Ominous Mist: like a smoke bomb of snow, this attack creates a small blizzard within the area to conceal its user. Frozen Burst: an explosion of large, sharp ice shards. Frosty Claws: Nails extend out to form icy claws. Has the potential to freeze whatever they hit. Ice Mirror: Ice clone.
I know it's hard to believe, but I ain't always been this cute and cuddly.
baby, come home
You're impossible to love or leave
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Your days are numbered when there's blood on the moon