Zavianne

Zavi never did fit in...

Not that it mattered much, where she grew up. Her hometown was a village of outcasts, set by the sea, and a frequent stopover for rogues, privateers, pirates, and merchants, often of a less than reputable nature. Thieves were more than common, they were practically reputable, there, by comparison to some of the lowlifes. There were beggars in plentiful supply, dishonest merchants, hired swords of various moral standing, and, of course, those rare few decent local families, such as the one that took Zavianne in as a child.

Zavianne, apparently, had been abandoned. Orphaned, perhaps, or left on the doorstep of the Ron'esti family that took her in by a mother who couldn't support her, it didn't matter much. Whoever picked that family had chosen the perfect time to drop Zavi off, as they had just lost a child of their own. They took her in without question, raising her as their own, not even thinking to question their 'gift from the gods'. And so it began.

It quickly became apparent that Zavi wasn't like the other children of the town. When they'd be out playing(read, stealing), she'd keep to herself, often tucked away in some quiet nook or cranny within the house, or outside in an alley, often with a book. She was unnervingly quiet, thinking carefully before speaking, even at a young age. And then there were the experiments... on several occasions, she was found with a sharp blade and some dead insect or animal, cut open and being poked through. Quite the grim child, indeed. It was a simple, honest curiosity, though. Dark, but honest. She wanted to see how they, and people, worked.

As she grew up, she grew into quite pleasant curves. Her fins, on her thighs, forearms, hips, and calves, elongated, and the webbing between her hands grew thicker and more durable. Her legs grew stronger, as she began spending more and more time in the water. She'd always been drawn to the sea, but the seas around her home weren't safe. Then again, what sea really is?

As she grew, though, she also developed other inclinations and tendencies. She became... experimental, in more ways. She'd find people no one would miss, and experiment on them, even going so far as to kill a couple of them, and cut them open to examine them, before giving them to the sea. And, she learned about herself, as well. Specifically, she learned that she's a masochist, when she ENJOYED getting beaten up... and a sadist by how much she enjoyed her revenge. That was her second experiment on people. She's had many, many more, though, after that experiment woke her up to some other abilities of hers.

When she turned fourteen, when she killed the second person for her sadistic revenge, she called upon the ocean to do it, and it came. A massive wave came out of nowhere, smashing her assailant flat, and she bashed his head in with a rock, afterward. However, the occurrence was far too much to be coincidence.

Needless to say, her next experiments were to explore this power. She spent less and less time at home, with her adoptive family, spending more and more time in the ocean, feeling more and more at home there. Her family started to worry, and tried reaching out to her, but to be honest, they were far too late. Zavianne had never really felt like she'd belonged, but now she could do something about it, and did. All she'd needed was the proof that she could take care of herself. Once she had it, she set off on her own, to find what she could.

It didn't take her long to find out that she didn't like people, either. She met far too many idiots, drunken louts, and would-be suitors in her travels, far too early on, and the actions of the others she met did not help. Frankly, she was disgusted with them, and developed a bit of a prejudice against people. She's much happier to stay alone, and be left to her own devices. in fact, she's pretty well sworn off seeking people out, at this point. The last time she looked for ANYONE it was to finish her tattoo, and get her last lip piercing, both piercings and tattoo being a project she'd begun at a younger age.

Nineteen, now, and out on her own for the second year, Zavianne is an impressive figure of an elf. Her particular kind isn't terribly common, lending her a sort of exotic beauty, while her height, a not inconsiderable six feet three inches, certainly lends something else to her appearance. Her body is quite strong, adapted as it is to an aquatic lifestyle, and her teal skin is marked with white tattoos, marred in places with her piercings. In addition, her neck and her upper biceps sport gills, allowing her to breathe easily underwater, while her eyes, a deep blue shade with white pupils, also sport a nictitating membrane, allowing her to see in salt water and murkier depths.

Features of note? Well, her left ear has nine piercings, her right ear has six, her lower lip has three, and she's got one in her navel, too. As well, she's pretty big, with fins and gills, and, you know, blue skin and eyes with white pupils, and all those stripy tattoos, ending in dots. You can imagine how long that full-body art took.

Personality-wise, she's patient, often aloof, frequently haughty, and, really, she'd rather be left alone. However, while she may seem like the calm, rational, cold intellectual, at the same time she's quite prone to fits of whimsy, and seems possessed of a rather capricious nature.

As far as abilities, she's an aquakineticist, and a cryokineticist. Water and ice. And with her fondness for the ocean, that's not an insignificant skillset. As well, she can use a form of sonar, and she's really, REALLY fast underwater... only two things she knows of are faster.