Post by Zane Danarius on May 23, 2011 4:13:25 GMT -5
Zane Danarius
"Let's face it, you're boring, and I have a short attention span. Can we move this along?"
[/center][/size][/font]full name: Zane Danarius
age: 138 (appears 19)
heirtage: English/Welsh/Demon
race: Warlock
height: 6'4"
weight: 163
hair: Black
eyes: Dark Blue
general appearance: Zane is tall and well muscled, though not obviously. He has dark hair, normally swept back from his deep blue eyes. His teeth are a tad sharper than normal, and he possesses a serpentine tail, about four feet long, cloaked in black scales, his mark of the demon. Black scales also run up his spine.
play by: Eh?
persona style: His vanity demands he be at least moderately fashionable at all times. He prefers dark colors.
[/size][/font]likes: Social situations, cooking, learning new spells, meeting interesting people, music (various genres)
dislikes: Negativity, the cold/rain, violence, being ignored, failure
strengths: Zane is a rather talented spellcaster, thanks to diligent studying and practice.
He hasn't been called a silver-tongued devil for nothing; he is particularly persuasive and charismatic.
Ever the optimist, he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'hopeless'.
weaknesses: Close quarters combat. Most of his experience in combat spellcasting has been from a distance, giving him time and space to think and strategize.
He has a tendency to be easily distracted, especially when it comes to his own appearance.
To avoid negativity or negative possibilities in high stress situations, he tends to go with the most immediate solution, which may or may not truly solve the issue.
overall personality: Zane is rather arrogant and a tad vain. He is very extroverted, and tends to say what's on his mind. He is friendly, and enjoys being around other people. Though a skilled spellcaster, he is more a peacemaker than a fighter, and would rather talk down a situation. He is an optimistic sort, and very practical when it comes to problem solving. Once crossed, he is slow to forgive.
He is a great team player when the situation calls for it, and has always cooperated with and assisted Shadowhunters in the past.
[/size]family members: None; either deceased or unknown
other known realitives: None
hometown: London, England
overall history: Zane was born to a middle class couple in 1870s London. His mother had, unbeknownst to the couple, been raped by a demon who had taken the form of a human being and promptly wiped her memory. Needless to say, the pair were horrified to find their baby possessed a tail and scales, and promptly ditched him in the nearest alley way.
As chance would have it, a passing trio of Shadowhunters found him, and did the work of finding another warlock willing to take him in. This warlock, Dana Shan, raised him, and taught him a great deal of what he knows. Zane left her home at eighteen, on good terms. After another thirty years of living in London, he hopped a boat to New York. He's been there ever since.
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Zane sat upon a cushioned ottoman in his spacious downtown apartment, tail tip twitching thoughtfully as he studied the book in his lap. Rain pounded rhythmically against the high windows, the primary reason he was still inside rather than out and about. The book, chosen at random from his expansive collection, was one on demon lore, a subject it didn't hurt to know more about. It was rather fascinating...for all of a half hour. It was after this point that he closed the book with a mildly irritated snap. Books just didn't hold his attention quite as well as other people. He had always preferred hands on learning, so to speak. Though perhaps not when it came to demons; he had only summoned them a handful of times, always for others, and he wasn't particularly proud of it.
He stood, padding across the thick carpet to the bookshelf, where he returned the book. He shook off the thoughts of summoning demons and the feelings of guilt and shame that accompanied them. The motivator had been money...What could he say? There was no lack of demand for incredibly talented warlocks, and he needed to make money some how, right?
No dice. It was hard to justify bringing monsters into the world. In any case, that was in the past. He'd been young and foolish, after all. Besides, aiding the Shadowhunters had turned out to be far more rewarding. And the fact that they paid him well didn't hurt either.
It was with a dismal, self-pitying sigh that he resigned himself to gazing woefully out the window, waiting until the rain let up.
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