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Zenith character bioBASIC INFORMATION
Full name: Zenith
Nickname(s) or Alias: Zen, Zenny ((this name is usually only used to annoy him or used by people he cares about))
Species: Human/Demon-like being
Birthday: August 17
City or town of birth: Somewhere in New Jersey
Currently lives: New York
Languages spoken: His native language is English, he can speak Italian fluently and knows some French.
Native language: English
Relationship Status: Currently single, may be in a relationship soon with Fson due to an RP.
Height: 6.2 ft
Weight: 172 lbs
Hair colour: Brown
Hairstyle: Medium length hair, usually covered by a hat or hood due to his horns.
Eye colour: The first 2 rings of color for his eyes are brown, but the
Visits to Zenith The snow came down from the darkened clouds of the night, the streetlights being the only light in the dark. As Zenith made his way down the snowy sidewalk, he could feel his head still pounding from the deafening music and cheering of the club that he just left. Why he liked being a DJ was a mystery, since his hearing is more sensitive than most.
He observed the surrounding area to make sure nobody was around, and once he was assured nobody was there, the 19 year old pushed his goggles off of his face to around his neck. Taking his hat off, he ran a hand through his dark hair. Carefully, he prodded at a horn that protruded from his head only to pull his hand away from his head immediately, wincing at the slight pain just from touching it. He had been trying to get rid of the horns since they began to grow, and so far he has made no progress. They just seemed to grow more rapidly every day. He breathed out a sigh, his breath fogging as it left him. He couldn't wait to get
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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