Post by ZEDOARY on Feb 17, 2010 19:55:16 GMT -5
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positive traits!
& He's a gossip, especially when he catches a bit of news that piques his morbid interest in the misfortune of others. Call him sadistic, and that's not far from the truth. He won't plunge the knife into anyone's heart, but if he hears about it, he has no problem in relishing the story.
& His father's teachings always stuck with him, and thus Zedoary never lets anything go to waste, nor does he leave things to chance.
& In order to keep things so well-hidden and tidy, Zedoary cleans his room once as he wakes up, and once before he goes to bed. He is obsessed with cleanliness to cover his tracks, cleaning the cracks in the floorboards to the blades of the fan.
& Zedoary is seemingly a very proud boy, ignoring his numerous faults and talking down to others, and more often than not throws a fit when he doesn't get his way. But deep down, Zedoary yearns to be loved. However, the trust and faith he once held was shattered long ago, leaving him paranoid of everyone, no matter how kind they appear to be. He is always on edge and refuses to open up his heart to anyone--lest he risk getting hurt again. Despite his vile and vicious exterior, Zedoary is fragile inside.
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negative traits!
& Zedoary is violent and has no qualms about desiring to fight with someone. However, physically harming people is rare for him, as he fears being thrown out, and thus losing his chance to become accepted as a butler. Aside from fighting, he'll take his other issues out on his animals, though he doesn't consider it sadistic so much as the only companionship he's ever had in his life.
& Zedoary is immature, happy to seek vengeance, and eager to snap at anyone who disagrees with him. He'll pull the cruellest tricks until he's pleased that his unlucky tormentor has been punished sufficiently.
& Zedoary may be violent, but he's not necessarily holding a grudge. He feels unable to connect to any human at any level. He's frustrated, finding himself lost in an environment where his own intelligence is choked by the idiots around him.
& When around other people, he keeps quiet, but not in a shy way. More in a, I'm-waiting-for-you-to-leave way. He isn't outright rude to them, but he won't be offering smiles anytime soon, and will never willingly do anyone a favour. Zedoary is, essentially, a suspicious, antisocial pessimist.
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personal items!
& What he carried was also determined by necessity. Those necessities were, among other things, a wristwatch, pens and pencils, a stethoscope, a bottle of water, legal pads and stationary, a bandana that he could turn into a make-shift sling or splint in seconds, a travel mug filled with black coffee or black tea for constant energy, a small foil encased packet of caffeine pills for those late nights or early mornings when he just couldn’t stay up otherwise. He carried antihistamines, aspirin, isopropyl alcohol, dextromethorphan, ibuprofen, Epi-pens, acetaminophen in both pill and liquid form.
& Cigarettes (After a few weeks, most people learn to come to Zedoary’s room armed with cartons of cigarettes as gifts rather than flowers. Those, they never see tossed into the trash.)
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extra info!
HEIGHT: 5 feet 6 inches
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
HAIR: Black, wavy, past the shoulder by an inch.
EYES: Hazel
DRESS:
He wears black slacks and a plain black t-shirt, which is always hidden under a vibrant red coat. Though the coat is far too large for him, he always wears it, even in the summertime. He also wears bulky shoes, usually black.
HISTORY
A prodigy. A genius. Misunderstood. A waste of talent. Spoiled potential.
Zedoary had been given labels all his life. Ever since he came to his new 'home', his parents dumping him off at the orphanage gates when he was but a blank-eyed little five-year-old coughing up their dust.
Abandoned. Pitiful. Flawed. And so it began for Zedoary: a life of labels and names that became his new skin. He was the Oddball, the Quiet One, at first. As he attended the classes, he quickly became the Genius, the Gifted Child...everything the orphanage caretakers had previously overlooked. He was feared, he was envied, he was hated. At least he was left alone.
It came as no surprise that Zedoary preferred animals to the other children and the adults. With his 'frightening' level of intelligence (and yet another label coming with it), Zedoary felt as if he was the only one in Germany who could prove that humans actually outstripped animals in IQ points. Without their brains, humans were lower than any other creature.
Zedoary's discomfort and unhappiness with his day-to-day life only increased as he grew older. At age twelve, Zedoary had affirmed his obsession with animals. People, he didn't care for; he found them all disgustingly low on the scale.
But animals...oh, Zedoary loved them. They were faster, stronger, more adaptable, and above all, he found they didn't protest, didn't beg retribution when he hurt them. If he pulled a girl's hair or stuck his foot out in the aisle of the classroom, Zedoary would surely face a punishment after class. But animals were quiet. They couldn't call for help, and couldn't fight back.
Scalpels, pins, and impromptu bludgeons became his arsenal. Bloodied squirrels and butterflies, tortured birds and cats, they were Zedoary's dirty little secret.
More names, as his grades remained at their lofty position. More labels, as he confined his free time to places away from the other children. His names were now Unfriendly, Disturbed, Distracted, Spiteful. Teachers began to question Zedoary about what he wanted to do for a career. About his future, what would happen to his wonderful and rare mind then?
He spent his seventeenth birthday alone, thinking of what he should do. He couldn't live in the orphanage forever, and sustaining himself was a priority. He recalled the feel of stiff fur on his fingers, blood on his lips, and could only come to one conclusion.
He began studying to become a veterinarian. Zedoary was almost old enough to leave the orphanage; he applied at numerous veterinary schools, and waited for their responses eagerly. Until, all too soon, he was accepted at Stella Foire instead.
He was now in the running to become a butler. However, all Zedoary wanted were his animals, his companionship through cold fur and colder insides. He didn't need to become a butler to obtain that, but if word got around that he was thrown out, perhaps no veterinary school would take him. So Zedoary stayed, and for the next year worked to stay afloat until he could graduate from the Academy.
Was Zedoary a frustrated, lonely boy who unleashed his inner sadist on animals? Or were his crimes far more meaningful than that, was he someone who hurt out of a love deeper than any two humans could ever share: an ultimate companionship, deeper than death and DNA?
He didn't know himself. And even more inexplicable still was the last label Zedoary had been given before coming to Stella Foire, one that couldn't possibly apply to him:
Insane.
SKILLS:
German first language, English second. Very good at concealing things.
OTHER:
He carried the heavy memories of everyone whose mind he had touched, however briefly, in removing their memories. He carried the angry accusations shrieked in the heights of denial that he had no idea what he was talking about, that he was wrong. He carried the soft, whispered apologies given when people had come terms with the truth in Zedoary’s words.
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