Zinnia [Power Tier; Class 1, Rank 3]
Aug 28, 2022 13:14:01 GMT -5
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Post by The Emperor's Left Shoe on Aug 28, 2022 13:14:01 GMT -5
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Zinnia "Misguided Innocence"
Password 1 - Kitai's Debt
Password 2 - Sanctus Teamwork
Type ☆ SHADOW
Affiliation ☆ Vandenreich Quincy
Lucid Dreamwalker 'Ephermeral' Sleepy
75 Dark / 25 Light
Password 1 - Kitai's Debt
Password 2 - Sanctus Teamwork
Type ☆ SHADOW
Affiliation ☆ Vandenreich Quincy
Biological Record
Blood Type ★ "O" Positive.
Physical Age ★ Twenty-one years of age.
Presumed Spiritual Age ★ Fifty-four years old.
Height ★ Five foot and eight inches.
Weight ★ One-hundred and twenty-two pounds.
Historical Record
Purest of white; that is my ideal. Snow falls perpetually upon my hometown. Within this world, there is nothing more beautiful than a solid belief. No matter the conflict, and no matter which consequences hold true to that solemn wish - to believe in something. That is precious, there is nothing more worth protecting in this world. We all have at least one thing that is worth defending; our refracted light on a fresh blanket of snow.
Within my hometown, it is always quiet. There is rarely a soul in sight to confide in. That is okay - it gives me more time to think. Ponder upon the simple truths that escape us when caught up pursuing our ideals. Yes, it seems that the closer we get to what we want to be... the less it plagues our thoughts. By the time that we reach our conclusions, we lose sight of what created our desire to begin with. We lose motive, the sun hides beneath the clouds.
What is my belief? Perhaps I don't have one... but is it okay to say something like that? Would it be considered an insult to those who work hard if only I wished to admire them. I have no grand aspirations of my own. That's okay. We all get a little lost sometimes. Perhaps one day soon, I can also be inspired by something.
Huh-? My name... you can call me Nia! That is what I would say if I had any friends, haha. There isn't anyone else to talk to here. All of the adults are busy with their work, the children are all tucked in bed within their homes. It's getting dark soon. I can see the light fading from the snow. I had better start a fire; where did I put the wood?
In my hometown, the flowers never unfurl their petals. It's quite disappointing, actually. During the summer, just when you think they are about to sprout - bam! Cold begins to settle in again. It's such a shame, I would love to see them emerge in full blossom. Sure, they do wither, but I'm always hoping for a better outcome next time. You never know if next summer will be their turn, right?
Urh, this wood is a little damp. Could you fetch for me the lantern light over there? Thanks! It's fueled by gaslight, so we don't have to worry about it flickering out. Hmm, what else is there to talk about? Oh right, Christmas is approaching soon. Don't you just love those dazzling lights they put on display near all those shops. When the sun begins to set, like it is now, you can see the snow light up in all sorts of different colors.
I could watch that light for hours, it's really mesmerizing y'know? But most of all, I love it when the night sky settles in. You can see the town really come to life from up here. More importantly though, nothing quite compares to a clear view of the stars. I read in a book once that certain combinations of them hold different meanings. Just the other day, I did something that you could call a 'star-telling', and guess what - it read, 'good fortune'!
You don't really talk much, do you? That's okay. Somebody once told me, it's better to be a good listener than a chatterbox. Oh. Does that mean I'm talking too much right now? You don't mind, do you? Perhaps it would be better if I just stayed silent for awhile. Don't worry though, I'll be right here.
Incandescent light fills the underbridge whilst silence basks the picturesque scene. Dim light cascades along the curved walls, keeping the recluse well-lit as the sun begins to set. Naught save for the low crackle of fire to rest upon the ears, a faint howl of wind passing by; carrying snowflakes on winter's frigid embrace. Upon the smiling countenance of a young girl they find rest, melting in time, gathering drops of dew on this blanketed figure.
It was not a clear night sky this evening, canopy of stars obscured beneath that mesmerizing formation of fluffy grey clouds. With the crisp gale, trees churned. Even though the hazed eyes of the girl grew heavy, sleep eluded her. Her blanket was damp, the wind was bitter, the cardboard rested upon not soft enough. Even so, her gaze fell squarely to the company she had with her, perhaps it was what kept her awake above else.
Do you want me to tell you a story? Perhaps it might help you sleep better. Here's a good one, are you listening? Well. Once upon a time, there was an old pauper who lived by himself in a small home. He liked to collect things, anything that caught his eye. And so, his house was filled with all sorts of wonderful objects - great and small. He was without his wealth of bygone days, but he was content to be around his treasures.
One day, a housing inspector came knocking at his door. He was told that he was living in squalor, and needed to throw away his belongings - or else he would have to leave. He refused, insisting that everything that he owned was of value. Upon hearing this, the greedy inspector was furious, and, promised to return by the next day; if he was not gone by then, or had renounced his treasures, that there would be consequences.
Sure enough, the next day rolled over. A loud knocking could be heard from his front door, it was the inspector. He had returned, and brought some very bad men with him. However, after knocking at the pauper's door for several minutes - there was no answer. And so, in his anger, he forced his way inside. However, what he found there would stun him to silence. As it was far from what he, or the two other men, had expected.
Resting upon a swinging chair was the body of the pauper, a smile resting upon his features. Surrounded by him were all of his most precious things, and on the small desk next to him was a handwritten note. When the inspector went to approach the pauper, he could immediately tell - he had, in his old age, passed away in his sleep after he had left. However, not before leaving behind this note, which the inspector took into his hand to read.
"I would rather be a poor man in wealth, than be a rich man who owns nothing." - this was the final words the pauper had written down. It had appeared that, before falling asleep that night, he had gathered all of his treasures into one place; he had been planning to leave with them. He passed away before the inspector arrived, but not without a smile on his sleeping face. Clutching within his arms an album of photos, of memories and those he held dearest.
What do you think? Personally, I think it's one of my most favorite stories! I read it in a book once. Although... I can't remember the title. Maybe I could read some more to you some time, I always am willing to make the time for it. That being said though, I don't actually own any books. I'd like to someday. When that day arrives, maybe we could take turns reading to each other? I think that we'd both be able to sleep better that way.
I'd love to hear your voice, perhaps we could even sing together. We'd live in a happy home, with a big family. I could teach you and everyone else all of my knowledge about the stars. Did you know, there's a constellation in the sky that looks like a pair of twins holding hands? Every time, it makes me wish that I had someone like that to be honest, I wish that I could have a twin as well. We'd always be together, and that way, we'd never be alone.
It's getting cold. Will I even be able to sleep tonight, I wonder. Even though I'm holding my blanket so tight, and I'm this close to the fire. It's going to be a very cold winter this time around, isn't it? Well, as long as you're here with me; I'm sure that everything will be okay. We'll make it work somehow. And of course, we'll do it together! I'm... starting to feel tired actually. I can barely keep my eyes open that much longer.
Tiny hands grow faint in the slip of consciousness, the roaring flame contained in a barrel flickers against the harsh reality. Whilst her eyes glossed over, begin to slide shut. Holding friendship close to her chest, and never wanting to let go. It is within this final waking moment that sows a sprout into her subconscious, one of such innocuous nature. Given the passage of time, it would be sure to bloom into an idea; her own ideal of purest white.
Personality Diagnostic
Zinnia is an air-headed lady of wonder, an entrepreneur of odd knick-knacks and gadgets; a euphonium of soft hums and tunes from only the catchiest songs that she knows, and a mystery girl all the same. It's true, with the short exception of those who have taken the time to get to know this individual, she could seem quite bewildering to the casual glance at first. Beneath that exterior of calm and collected lies an odd bundle of thought indeed.
If one individual might catch Zinnia lazing around on one of her more laidback days, that one might be impressed with the sheer lack of presence the woman seems to exert upon her environment. Quiet, lost in thought, almost like a mannequin being drawn about by the strings of curiosity; the girls thoughts can be quite impossible to predict at even the best of times, because more often than not, the trail of thought is made in dirt and not breadcrumbs.
If you wished to interact with the girl, and assuming she were even lucid enough to hold a conversation with you, it might best be wise to come to her bearing some kind of offering to catch her curiosity. That might be one of the only ways to consistently garner her attention, because outside of the people that the woman shares a daily life with, it could easily be said that her thoughts are not present enough with her to maintain a connection to earth.
As seasons pass within the world of the living, Zinnia enjoys counting her days as though she were still human. That is to say, time passes quite differently for those who attuned to the spiritual essence of their being, and naturally this means that weeks fly by like days; years, pass by through the echoes of time like months. This only grows moreso as the individual grows older in spirit, and not in person, yet Zinnia makes a note to keep track.
In terms of keeping a personal calendar of time, the astrological footnotes that make up the night canvas within the world of the living are her compass; she often frequents that world, finding the clearest patch of sky, and settling herself down to simply gaze at its magnificent wonder. There are many fantastical formations that make up the stars beyond, and even though her head may rattle around in space, the invoking thoughts keep her well calm.
In the wake of being existential, and the feeling of being something that much tinier than all people make themselves out to be, it is both humbling, and simultaneously an incredible achievement for us as people to have carved out a piece of that for ourselves; a small piece, less than a breadcrumb even, but in the grand scale of the universe is that tiny sliver still not a sizable enough morsel? Our ambition is greater than ourselves, so we forget.
These are the odd sorts of feelings that rattle around in Zinnia's head from time to time, and especially so when she deigns a window of opportunity to stargaze. It is perhaps this level of existential acceptance that grants her a measure of peace with herself, a remnant from the time in which the girl had no aspiration or dream of her own. Within this constant flux of thought, going back to a time that keeps her calm and collected with herself is important.
So, even though things are drastically different for her now as opposed to then, the passage of time has done quite little to keep the girl grounded on earth; or any of the known realms, for that matter. That is okay, because Zinnia is content with being the ephemeral daydream-walker that those within the Vandenreich have nicknamed her. It is speculated that the Emperor himself has witnessed an aspect within Zinnia that others could not.
★ Likes
Delicious Sweets - Anything coated with sugar through to flakey pastry is enough, to not only place a warm smile upon her face, but also have her blush with delight. There is no better offering that can be made, it is a key factor in negotiating peace with her - always.
The Vandenreich - Her devotion to His Majesty is unfaltering, as expected of any Quincy of this organization. However, those whom make up the ranks of the Vandenreich are held to the highest esteem above others. Even the most deranged, they are like a family to her.
Frivolous Activity - Work is tiresome, hobbies are fun. There is also a distinct interest in watching those who go about their day-to-day lives. Sure, it may not be the most interesting topic; to Zinnia though, there is a certain joy that can be found only in the mundane.
Avian Lifeforms - Birds that soar through the sky; the pink flamingo that nestles within the spring lake, and even the flightless and notoriously adorable penguin. Not only are there a great variety of feathered friends, they also look so incredibly comfortable to sleep on.
Astrological Constellations - In spite of all the conflict that occurs within the three worlds, it only makes up a fraction of the untold universe. Divination, folklore and discussion about the stars beyond is one key interest. However, it is far from a scholarly standpoint.
Motivated Individuals - Passion drives others to both do and accomplish incredible feats of their own making, there is something about the driving force behind which Zinnia finds herself enamored with. Call it a spark of excellence if you will, hard work deserves respect.
Collector's Items - Everything from the most expensive to the obscure and vague, Zinnia loves to amass galleries of items within a series - even to those of little value. It is not the monetary worth of the collectibles, but rather, the satisfaction from gathering.
Being On Top - With all save for the Holy Emperor, His Majesty himself, Zinnia is a firm believer in her overwhelming ability. Whilst there is a distinct lack of bitterness to situations that she is placed within the contrary, accepting a loss with grace, this is moreso an ideal.
★ Dislikes
Strenuous Effort - Anything to put in less effort than is necessary. Despite easily having the physical capability to do so, Zinnia will frequently refrain from volunteering for anything that requires labor. Some might label this as 'lazy', she prefers the term 'conservative'.
Uncooked Seafoods - Under any such circumstances of being offered, this is perhaps one of the few types of cuisine Zinnia actively dislikes - furthermore avoids. Texture is slimy, and it smells like wet gym socks. Absolutely so; the smell of brine deeply disagrees with her palate.
Creepy Crawlies - If it has more than four legs and jitters about on a surface, then it is enough to make her skin crawl. It is not uncommon for her to exercise excessive violence against the minute creatures... much to the detriment of many a plaster and brick wall.
Interrupted Speech - When you talk over the words of others, it not only shows a lack of respect, but a clear disregard to that which they might have said to begin with. As a quiet individual who prefers to listen, Zinnia dislikes when the flow of a conversation interrupted.
Disturbing Sleep - It is common knowledge to never wake someone who walks in their slumber, likewise, it is also shared within the Vandenreich to never wake Zinnia. Such is the unspoken rule that all are privy to, and agree, the consequences are simply not worth it.
Tactless Humor - In specific regard to her exasperation with humor made at the expense of others, including herself. It's simply not able to elicit a laugh, let alone a smile. It is without character, a quite roundabout way of being offensive without enough teeth to be direct.
Free Quincy - Why would you want to be anywhere but under the command of His Holiness? You are the misguided ones, misled by the unfaithful; this is what Zinnia wholeheartedly believes, to those that have chosen this heretical path over her own.
Insulting Vandenreich - Whilst this could be true of almost any Vandenreich Quincy, Zinnia inspires a whole new meaning to the word 'Zealotry'. Including not only His Highness, any slight made against the Vandenreich by an outsider is met with ruthless aggression.
Habits, Flaws and Fears
Collector of Trinkets - Novelty baubles, shining curiosities, a large collection of that which others might find to be nothing except mundane. If it holds a collectors value, then it is capable of catching the interest of this woman. It is nothing as baseless as that which is only the most materialistically valuable, either. Zinnia will often collect things that hold sentimental value in of themselves, curious of the stories behind each item.
Humming to Herself - Zinnia has a wonderful and melancholic singing voice, this much is known by everyone who is familiar with her; and that is because the blissful tunes that chime from her lips subconsciously often preoccupy the attention of those around her. Although precious few individuals can actually say that they've heard the woman sing in earnest, without a doubt; it is the mellow intonation of her subliminal crooning.
Often Spaces Out - It is not uncommon to find Zinnia distracted or disconnected from a present situation, it is even more common to find her own thoughts drifting into a daydream within a moments notice. Whilst the woman is prone to having her head in the clouds, more often than not, she has enough subconscious awareness to be able to afford to do so; it can be quite eerie, to the point some wonder if she truly spaces out at all.
Doting on Her Lover - Koshka Volkov is her sweetheart, and there is not a moment of one day she spends with her darling that Zinnia is not willing to display her devotion and affection. Whether that show of her love be somantic, a flirt, or otherwise committing to favours done in service of her lover. If there is anything that the woman would not do for her beloved, it has yet to cross her mind, because Koshka is the light in her stars.
Keeping it Tidy - In general, Zinnia is a woman who prefers to keep the appearance of what is around her neat and organized. Often manifesting itself in a quirk of having to correct certain aspects of a room, or rearrange the order of some items if they do not fit within the vision of that which she regards as efficient. It is not exactly cleanliness that she pursues, rather than having the order of things be correct within her own mind.
Recklessly Impulsive - Extending to a variety of different aspects in her life. Zinnia, much like the collector that she is of odd trinkets, can often find herself at the odd end of a sour financial purchase or two. Likewise, this can include other activities too; doing the first thing that comes to her mind will often come naturally to her if it means gleaning enjoyment out of it. More often than not, this can lead her into some less than favorable situations.
Quite Gullible - It is well known within the Vandenreich especially that Zinnia will take what is said to her at face value. It's not entirely known whether this is due to actual ignorance, if she is just playing along, or perhaps an odd combination of both. Taking this to heart, it may well be that she dislikes having to distrust people on a fundamental level, and for this reason she is all too eager to put their faith in them, even if her sense says otherwise.
Lack of Self Worth - Putting herself after others comes naturally to this Quincy. It might be a symptom of having grown up without any material possessions or friendships in particular, cherishing everything she were given as though it were a priceless treasure. This is quite true extending well into her adulthood, and as a result, the woman often forgets how much she means to some people; all of this in a lack of belief in her own significance.
Dangerously Obsessive - Not only in respect to those people that catch her eye, a rare collectable that chances by her glance, or the revelation of an ideal that someone holds. Zinnia has a tendency to get obsessed over certain topics, ideas or individuals on a whim. In favour of people she will almost always respect their personal space, but it could comfortably be said that her passing obsessions are a cause for her spacing out.
Gentle Sadism - Whilst Zinnia is far from anything that might be considered extreme in this regard, it is true that she derives a mote of pleasure from deliberately teasing people; sometimes toying with them intentionally, or getting on their nerves just to provoke a reaction. It is always quite subtle, and not often overtly offensive. That being said, it is not uncommon for her to forget herself in this pleasure and get carried away.
Disappointing Others - Zinnia never wants the expectations that others place on her to die, her unwavering loyalty to those that place their trust or convictions in her are tantamount to sacred. It might just be a side effect of her deprived childhood, the fact that nobody had ever relied on her for anything; Zinnia knows this. Still, even if the root of this fear is all but plainly apparent, when the aspirations of others depend on action, she cannot sit idle.
Abandonment - Deeply entwined with the essence of her being, Zinnia is an individual who can no longer exist in happiness without affection. It took her so long to find it. Her place in the Vandenreich, devouts to the one true god. The serene embrace of her lover, a final sense of at last belonging in an otherwise harsh world. If it were for them, for their sake, she would do absolutely anything to ensure that she stands with them for all of eternity.
Losing Her Connection - The entity that clings to Zinnia reigns from a dimension that is unknowable; it's goals, feeling, a foreign emotion to one and all - inspiring a skin crawling primal fear. Zinnia has formed a unique connection to this otherwise extradimensional being, a 'bond', where many others might consider the outsider a parasite and remain afraid. Compassion, and a childlike innocence allows Zinnia to consider it a friend.
Preserving the Vandenreich - Within the organization, Zinnia is considered to be a figure that commands authority as well as respect. Named by the Emperor: 'Z' - the last letter of the Sternritter alphabet - has dominion over 'Zenith'; such a weighed title does not come lightly, everyone, including Zinnia, knows this. To embody the 'Zenith' one must remain the arrowhead to everyone, as well as their shield. As a result, many in the Vandenreich consider Zinnia to be chosen; to the spite of some, whilst earning the adoration of others.
Living in Peace - Even though a large portion of her life thusfar has been born in strife, such bonds that have always forced her to overcome adversary, the truth is; Zinnia has never wanted for anything but non-conflict. That being declared, neither can she allow this part of her desire to manifest. In constant pernicious effect to her devotion of the Emperor, it cannot be allowed for a Sternritter to show mercy to her enemies. As much as Zinnia would love nothing more than to indulge in her childish fantasies, those wings are clipped by her own ideals. If not for Koshka, then she might not have been afforded the opportunity at all.
Physical Summary
Of the myriad fashion choices that are gifted from the perplexing society that makes up the world of the living, Zinnia elects to maintain a modest and quiant approach to the garbs that she wears; lighter colours often make up the majority of the womans wardrobe, usually pastel colours are amongst her favoruites, in harmony with shades of white with sometimes a little bit of darker shade to contrast her neatly kept silver hair.
Her skin is a voluptuous and blemish-free shade of porcelian white, her nails that are often trimmed to a tidy length are a glowing reflection of healthy pink. In truth, if one were to examine this woman, who has a height much taller and more regal than one might expect of her naivete, they would be hard pressed to find any indicator of her streetborn heritage. That if were not for the sole remaining scars of her childhood, tucked behind bandage.
Both of her wrists as extending to her forearms are wrapped in a fashionable form of binding, extending along their length in layers; all done purposefully in respect to tuck those harmful memories out of her mind. As whilst there is no wound that is in active need of treating, bound away by those snow-white fabric is a long history that is often too troublesome to explain to others. It is better to conceal it, or so the woman believes.
In uniform, a lot of her attire is the signature white and military-esque style that one might expect of a high-ranking general within the Vandenreich organization. This is to be expected, as when called upon to fulfill her duty, there is a certain level of uniform respect to the emperor that must be paid by all of his loyal soldiers; naturally, this extends to even the illustrous Sternritter, and even Zinnia, who many still believe receives special treatment.
Flowing silver hair that catches the wind as cleanly as it does cascade down the pure white uniform of her predecessor; a long, and elegant coat for the petite body of this girl who holds true to the stature to wield it. Skin-tight bodysuit black as the night sky accentuate the royal blue highlights within her uniform. Adorned upon her ears, a pair of featherweight adornments, each elaborate piece a gradient hue of royal blue and purple of renowned purity.
It is the picture of elegance to see this woman prance around her surroundings, guided by thoughts of curiosity, the soft footfalls of her plain military boots even hardly making but a sound against her environment. Eyes often weary in a deep reminiscence, a ribbon - her Spiritual Fragment, secured to her chest, flowing in her wake the royal blue extension of her dancing in the passage of distance, complimenting the regal ambience she emanates with each step.
As a Sternritter, it is an elegant aura that commands Zinnia the authority and respect she deserves from her peers, in combination with being particularly favoured by the emperor himself. In a more casual setting, however, one might find that the girl is in actuality a quite easygoing individual; naturally, her attire reflects this aspect of herself apparently. Instead of the whole putting on airs, instead opting for much simpler clothing.
In regards to this, no matter what the woman wears, only the arm bindings remain a frequent part of her wardrobe. Everything else is largely up to whichever pastel color or trendy look might appease her. In the winter, shorts with woolen tights keep her warm. In the Autumn, an elegant turtle-neck sweater might fight the chill that comes with that crisp breeze. All in all, the woman aims to dress in a way that is practical, casual, whilst retaining a sophisticated look.
Birthplace, Current Residence and Memorable Figures
Even from the beginning, Zinnia could not remember who her parents were; her birthplace was an insignificant town, far from Karakura, almost perpetually frosted by a prestine layer of snow. Within this small and quiet town, not quite small and tidy enough to be described as quaint, neither large enough to earn its name as more than a footnote on a map, Zinnia was a streetborn orphan. If not for the warmth in others, bitter cold might've ended her life.
That was then, however, this is now; having the opportunity to experience the warmth of another is a gift that Zinnia gets to experience on a regular basis. Koshka and Zinnia each have their own quarters within the Silbern, as high-ranking members of the Vandenreich, this is a luxury easily afforded. However, Zinnia makes precious little use of her own living space, instead, she shares the living space of her sweetheart and lover- quite comfortably.
Each face and voice that has helped Zinnia in her past is one that she is loath to forget, and in that sense the woman innocently has a long list of individuals who, if given the chance to, she would be thrilled to return to and help some day. Unfortunately, there is a certain disconnect between those who live in the Spiritual Realm, and those who occupy the world of the living. In addition to her own responsibilities, time passes differently; humans forget.
Fighting Style
When approaching combat, Zinnia is a cunning and collected individual; rarely will she employ her brute strength in a way that seems wasteful, always taking a more tactical approach to how it is used. In that sense, one might mistake her habits of being that of some tactician, one who plays out her every given move within her mind before acting. In reality, that could not be further than the truth, Zinnia tends to simply go with the flow.
Indeed, this woman has a raw talent for keeping track of most everything that goes on within a battlefield, and likewise is matched only by her keen intuition. Zinnia takes her given title within the Vandenreich quite literally, and is always seeking a perfect victory where one can be found. That being said, war is hardly so clean-cut, the woman understands this and this temperment only makes her that much more fearsome.
In addition to this given fact, her Bow Release and it's unique nature allows her to maintain an equally fearsome backline in any given army. Not only is the woman a match for most in close-quarters combat, but she is more than capable of providing a reliable amount of support to a frontline fighter, or even desolating an entire area should it be deemed necessary. For this versatility, she has become quite flexible in her approach to combat.
Combat is seen as a chore by Zinnia; it is something to get done as swiftly as possible and be done with it. In combination with her other traits, without sacrificing patience, Zinnia does not hold back when her kill-switch is enabled. There is only so much exertion that the woman is able to exert before she simply grows bored of combat. Pain is not fun; Zinnia is no masochist. Neither is inflicting physical pain on others something she regards as savory.
If possible, she will seek to end the life of someone efficiently as physically capable once deemed an enemy. This is goes doubly so for those that she has been ordered to kill; although such orders that are given to her are few and far between. The Emperor seldom would give out such orders to one of his strongest, and for good reason, Zinnia is a trump card. One that is only to be played if the circumstances are dire enough to warrant it.
There exists a certain nemesis within Zinnia, a malignant entity purely by the nature of its existence alone. The Emperor is well aware of its presence, he is the only entity to date who has witnessed it; the only one known, to anyone. Such sparks a certain promise within Zinnia, who was granted the title 'Z - The Zenith'. It's a power to be used either by his command, or when present at deaths door alone. Nothing else is worth that kind of sacrifice.
Of all the Vandenreich Quincy, Zinnia's Bow Release is one that manifests itself in one of the most unusual, and perhaps versatile ways. It is astute and adaptable, lending credence to her unique fighting style in the sense that it allows her to enter combat in a variety of forms. If her bow release were to be given a short explanation; it allows her to manifest her Quincy Bow, as well as her Shortbow, into a mass variation of different types. This allows a distinct diversification to how Zinnia approaches battle in any given scenario.
Up to two Form properties can be active on her Quincy Bow at once, as well as one Form for her Shortbow, for three properties in total. By having two Form properties activated on her main weapon, the abilities of both weapons are granted to the new - combined - form that the weapon takes. When the Heart property of Zinnia is activated, she takes on an embodiment of her Main-Hand weapon. Zinnia's "Weapons - Bows" Skill will change to match the weapon she is, at the time, wielding - or chooses to manifest as whilst using her release.
Reality is naught but a splotch upon canvas, and the presumed answer to life is nihility. "You have no purpose, your life is served without meaning. If that is truly so; your subsistence lends no existential value. In other words, you are 'Hollow'... our enemy." - Under this principle, there is nothing left but the 'end'. To that of all things. That is Vollständig to her, the end. Plain in its concept, yet terrifying.
Upon activation of her Vollständig, the very concept of Reiatsu is lost. Such as though confronting an entity from another time, perhaps another realm, if what appears in her place truly is 'Zinnia' as others know her; this is a mystery. Equally as ambiguous as cryptic, seperate from the presence of certain death, it has no feeling. To gaze upon her Divine Form produces an abysmal dread in all things living, on a level of instinct that goes far beyond the known concept of 'fear'.
Was this the ideal of 'purest white' that young girl had once dreamt? Yet it is so far from any emotion, so horrid. Just what might have produced such an anomaly, in that moment so long ago. That is as unknown as the porcelain-white enigma in itself. Who could say for certain. Only one unknown fact can be stated in regards to this power.
There are entities watching this world, that even the gods shrink from.
Blood Type ★ "O" Positive.
Physical Age ★ Twenty-one years of age.
Presumed Spiritual Age ★ Fifty-four years old.
Height ★ Five foot and eight inches.
Weight ★ One-hundred and twenty-two pounds.
Historical Record
Purest of white; that is my ideal. Snow falls perpetually upon my hometown. Within this world, there is nothing more beautiful than a solid belief. No matter the conflict, and no matter which consequences hold true to that solemn wish - to believe in something. That is precious, there is nothing more worth protecting in this world. We all have at least one thing that is worth defending; our refracted light on a fresh blanket of snow.
Within my hometown, it is always quiet. There is rarely a soul in sight to confide in. That is okay - it gives me more time to think. Ponder upon the simple truths that escape us when caught up pursuing our ideals. Yes, it seems that the closer we get to what we want to be... the less it plagues our thoughts. By the time that we reach our conclusions, we lose sight of what created our desire to begin with. We lose motive, the sun hides beneath the clouds.
What is my belief? Perhaps I don't have one... but is it okay to say something like that? Would it be considered an insult to those who work hard if only I wished to admire them. I have no grand aspirations of my own. That's okay. We all get a little lost sometimes. Perhaps one day soon, I can also be inspired by something.
Wouldn't that it be worth every sleepless night, when that day comes, I'll be sure to work extra hard.
Huh-? My name... you can call me Nia! That is what I would say if I had any friends, haha. There isn't anyone else to talk to here. All of the adults are busy with their work, the children are all tucked in bed within their homes. It's getting dark soon. I can see the light fading from the snow. I had better start a fire; where did I put the wood?
Oh, no-no, don't worry! You can stay here with me for tonight, make yourself at home - I insist!
In my hometown, the flowers never unfurl their petals. It's quite disappointing, actually. During the summer, just when you think they are about to sprout - bam! Cold begins to settle in again. It's such a shame, I would love to see them emerge in full blossom. Sure, they do wither, but I'm always hoping for a better outcome next time. You never know if next summer will be their turn, right?
Urh, this wood is a little damp. Could you fetch for me the lantern light over there? Thanks! It's fueled by gaslight, so we don't have to worry about it flickering out. Hmm, what else is there to talk about? Oh right, Christmas is approaching soon. Don't you just love those dazzling lights they put on display near all those shops. When the sun begins to set, like it is now, you can see the snow light up in all sorts of different colors.
I could watch that light for hours, it's really mesmerizing y'know? But most of all, I love it when the night sky settles in. You can see the town really come to life from up here. More importantly though, nothing quite compares to a clear view of the stars. I read in a book once that certain combinations of them hold different meanings. Just the other day, I did something that you could call a 'star-telling', and guess what - it read, 'good fortune'!
You don't really talk much, do you? That's okay. Somebody once told me, it's better to be a good listener than a chatterbox. Oh. Does that mean I'm talking too much right now? You don't mind, do you? Perhaps it would be better if I just stayed silent for awhile. Don't worry though, I'll be right here.
When you want to talk, please don't hesitate. It's not every so often that I have company, you've been my first in... how long has it been?
Incandescent light fills the underbridge whilst silence basks the picturesque scene. Dim light cascades along the curved walls, keeping the recluse well-lit as the sun begins to set. Naught save for the low crackle of fire to rest upon the ears, a faint howl of wind passing by; carrying snowflakes on winter's frigid embrace. Upon the smiling countenance of a young girl they find rest, melting in time, gathering drops of dew on this blanketed figure.
It was not a clear night sky this evening, canopy of stars obscured beneath that mesmerizing formation of fluffy grey clouds. With the crisp gale, trees churned. Even though the hazed eyes of the girl grew heavy, sleep eluded her. Her blanket was damp, the wind was bitter, the cardboard rested upon not soft enough. Even so, her gaze fell squarely to the company she had with her, perhaps it was what kept her awake above else.
Do you want me to tell you a story? Perhaps it might help you sleep better. Here's a good one, are you listening? Well. Once upon a time, there was an old pauper who lived by himself in a small home. He liked to collect things, anything that caught his eye. And so, his house was filled with all sorts of wonderful objects - great and small. He was without his wealth of bygone days, but he was content to be around his treasures.
One day, a housing inspector came knocking at his door. He was told that he was living in squalor, and needed to throw away his belongings - or else he would have to leave. He refused, insisting that everything that he owned was of value. Upon hearing this, the greedy inspector was furious, and, promised to return by the next day; if he was not gone by then, or had renounced his treasures, that there would be consequences.
Sure enough, the next day rolled over. A loud knocking could be heard from his front door, it was the inspector. He had returned, and brought some very bad men with him. However, after knocking at the pauper's door for several minutes - there was no answer. And so, in his anger, he forced his way inside. However, what he found there would stun him to silence. As it was far from what he, or the two other men, had expected.
Resting upon a swinging chair was the body of the pauper, a smile resting upon his features. Surrounded by him were all of his most precious things, and on the small desk next to him was a handwritten note. When the inspector went to approach the pauper, he could immediately tell - he had, in his old age, passed away in his sleep after he had left. However, not before leaving behind this note, which the inspector took into his hand to read.
"I would rather be a poor man in wealth, than be a rich man who owns nothing." - this was the final words the pauper had written down. It had appeared that, before falling asleep that night, he had gathered all of his treasures into one place; he had been planning to leave with them. He passed away before the inspector arrived, but not without a smile on his sleeping face. Clutching within his arms an album of photos, of memories and those he held dearest.
What do you think? Personally, I think it's one of my most favorite stories! I read it in a book once. Although... I can't remember the title. Maybe I could read some more to you some time, I always am willing to make the time for it. That being said though, I don't actually own any books. I'd like to someday. When that day arrives, maybe we could take turns reading to each other? I think that we'd both be able to sleep better that way.
I'd love to hear your voice, perhaps we could even sing together. We'd live in a happy home, with a big family. I could teach you and everyone else all of my knowledge about the stars. Did you know, there's a constellation in the sky that looks like a pair of twins holding hands? Every time, it makes me wish that I had someone like that to be honest, I wish that I could have a twin as well. We'd always be together, and that way, we'd never be alone.
I know, you could be my twin! No...? Oh, have you fallen asleep? That's okay. I'll have to ask you again in the morning.
It's getting cold. Will I even be able to sleep tonight, I wonder. Even though I'm holding my blanket so tight, and I'm this close to the fire. It's going to be a very cold winter this time around, isn't it? Well, as long as you're here with me; I'm sure that everything will be okay. We'll make it work somehow. And of course, we'll do it together! I'm... starting to feel tired actually. I can barely keep my eyes open that much longer.
Hehe, your sleeping face looks funny - Mr. Bear.
Goodnight...
Goodnight...
Tiny hands grow faint in the slip of consciousness, the roaring flame contained in a barrel flickers against the harsh reality. Whilst her eyes glossed over, begin to slide shut. Holding friendship close to her chest, and never wanting to let go. It is within this final waking moment that sows a sprout into her subconscious, one of such innocuous nature. Given the passage of time, it would be sure to bloom into an idea; her own ideal of purest white.
Personality Diagnostic
Zinnia is an air-headed lady of wonder, an entrepreneur of odd knick-knacks and gadgets; a euphonium of soft hums and tunes from only the catchiest songs that she knows, and a mystery girl all the same. It's true, with the short exception of those who have taken the time to get to know this individual, she could seem quite bewildering to the casual glance at first. Beneath that exterior of calm and collected lies an odd bundle of thought indeed.
If one individual might catch Zinnia lazing around on one of her more laidback days, that one might be impressed with the sheer lack of presence the woman seems to exert upon her environment. Quiet, lost in thought, almost like a mannequin being drawn about by the strings of curiosity; the girls thoughts can be quite impossible to predict at even the best of times, because more often than not, the trail of thought is made in dirt and not breadcrumbs.
If you wished to interact with the girl, and assuming she were even lucid enough to hold a conversation with you, it might best be wise to come to her bearing some kind of offering to catch her curiosity. That might be one of the only ways to consistently garner her attention, because outside of the people that the woman shares a daily life with, it could easily be said that her thoughts are not present enough with her to maintain a connection to earth.
As seasons pass within the world of the living, Zinnia enjoys counting her days as though she were still human. That is to say, time passes quite differently for those who attuned to the spiritual essence of their being, and naturally this means that weeks fly by like days; years, pass by through the echoes of time like months. This only grows moreso as the individual grows older in spirit, and not in person, yet Zinnia makes a note to keep track.
In terms of keeping a personal calendar of time, the astrological footnotes that make up the night canvas within the world of the living are her compass; she often frequents that world, finding the clearest patch of sky, and settling herself down to simply gaze at its magnificent wonder. There are many fantastical formations that make up the stars beyond, and even though her head may rattle around in space, the invoking thoughts keep her well calm.
In the wake of being existential, and the feeling of being something that much tinier than all people make themselves out to be, it is both humbling, and simultaneously an incredible achievement for us as people to have carved out a piece of that for ourselves; a small piece, less than a breadcrumb even, but in the grand scale of the universe is that tiny sliver still not a sizable enough morsel? Our ambition is greater than ourselves, so we forget.
These are the odd sorts of feelings that rattle around in Zinnia's head from time to time, and especially so when she deigns a window of opportunity to stargaze. It is perhaps this level of existential acceptance that grants her a measure of peace with herself, a remnant from the time in which the girl had no aspiration or dream of her own. Within this constant flux of thought, going back to a time that keeps her calm and collected with herself is important.
So, even though things are drastically different for her now as opposed to then, the passage of time has done quite little to keep the girl grounded on earth; or any of the known realms, for that matter. That is okay, because Zinnia is content with being the ephemeral daydream-walker that those within the Vandenreich have nicknamed her. It is speculated that the Emperor himself has witnessed an aspect within Zinnia that others could not.
★ Likes
Delicious Sweets - Anything coated with sugar through to flakey pastry is enough, to not only place a warm smile upon her face, but also have her blush with delight. There is no better offering that can be made, it is a key factor in negotiating peace with her - always.
The Vandenreich - Her devotion to His Majesty is unfaltering, as expected of any Quincy of this organization. However, those whom make up the ranks of the Vandenreich are held to the highest esteem above others. Even the most deranged, they are like a family to her.
Frivolous Activity - Work is tiresome, hobbies are fun. There is also a distinct interest in watching those who go about their day-to-day lives. Sure, it may not be the most interesting topic; to Zinnia though, there is a certain joy that can be found only in the mundane.
Avian Lifeforms - Birds that soar through the sky; the pink flamingo that nestles within the spring lake, and even the flightless and notoriously adorable penguin. Not only are there a great variety of feathered friends, they also look so incredibly comfortable to sleep on.
Astrological Constellations - In spite of all the conflict that occurs within the three worlds, it only makes up a fraction of the untold universe. Divination, folklore and discussion about the stars beyond is one key interest. However, it is far from a scholarly standpoint.
Motivated Individuals - Passion drives others to both do and accomplish incredible feats of their own making, there is something about the driving force behind which Zinnia finds herself enamored with. Call it a spark of excellence if you will, hard work deserves respect.
Collector's Items - Everything from the most expensive to the obscure and vague, Zinnia loves to amass galleries of items within a series - even to those of little value. It is not the monetary worth of the collectibles, but rather, the satisfaction from gathering.
Being On Top - With all save for the Holy Emperor, His Majesty himself, Zinnia is a firm believer in her overwhelming ability. Whilst there is a distinct lack of bitterness to situations that she is placed within the contrary, accepting a loss with grace, this is moreso an ideal.
★ Dislikes
Strenuous Effort - Anything to put in less effort than is necessary. Despite easily having the physical capability to do so, Zinnia will frequently refrain from volunteering for anything that requires labor. Some might label this as 'lazy', she prefers the term 'conservative'.
Uncooked Seafoods - Under any such circumstances of being offered, this is perhaps one of the few types of cuisine Zinnia actively dislikes - furthermore avoids. Texture is slimy, and it smells like wet gym socks. Absolutely so; the smell of brine deeply disagrees with her palate.
Creepy Crawlies - If it has more than four legs and jitters about on a surface, then it is enough to make her skin crawl. It is not uncommon for her to exercise excessive violence against the minute creatures... much to the detriment of many a plaster and brick wall.
Interrupted Speech - When you talk over the words of others, it not only shows a lack of respect, but a clear disregard to that which they might have said to begin with. As a quiet individual who prefers to listen, Zinnia dislikes when the flow of a conversation interrupted.
Disturbing Sleep - It is common knowledge to never wake someone who walks in their slumber, likewise, it is also shared within the Vandenreich to never wake Zinnia. Such is the unspoken rule that all are privy to, and agree, the consequences are simply not worth it.
Tactless Humor - In specific regard to her exasperation with humor made at the expense of others, including herself. It's simply not able to elicit a laugh, let alone a smile. It is without character, a quite roundabout way of being offensive without enough teeth to be direct.
Free Quincy - Why would you want to be anywhere but under the command of His Holiness? You are the misguided ones, misled by the unfaithful; this is what Zinnia wholeheartedly believes, to those that have chosen this heretical path over her own.
Insulting Vandenreich - Whilst this could be true of almost any Vandenreich Quincy, Zinnia inspires a whole new meaning to the word 'Zealotry'. Including not only His Highness, any slight made against the Vandenreich by an outsider is met with ruthless aggression.
Habits, Flaws and Fears
Collector of Trinkets - Novelty baubles, shining curiosities, a large collection of that which others might find to be nothing except mundane. If it holds a collectors value, then it is capable of catching the interest of this woman. It is nothing as baseless as that which is only the most materialistically valuable, either. Zinnia will often collect things that hold sentimental value in of themselves, curious of the stories behind each item.
Humming to Herself - Zinnia has a wonderful and melancholic singing voice, this much is known by everyone who is familiar with her; and that is because the blissful tunes that chime from her lips subconsciously often preoccupy the attention of those around her. Although precious few individuals can actually say that they've heard the woman sing in earnest, without a doubt; it is the mellow intonation of her subliminal crooning.
Often Spaces Out - It is not uncommon to find Zinnia distracted or disconnected from a present situation, it is even more common to find her own thoughts drifting into a daydream within a moments notice. Whilst the woman is prone to having her head in the clouds, more often than not, she has enough subconscious awareness to be able to afford to do so; it can be quite eerie, to the point some wonder if she truly spaces out at all.
Doting on Her Lover - Koshka Volkov is her sweetheart, and there is not a moment of one day she spends with her darling that Zinnia is not willing to display her devotion and affection. Whether that show of her love be somantic, a flirt, or otherwise committing to favours done in service of her lover. If there is anything that the woman would not do for her beloved, it has yet to cross her mind, because Koshka is the light in her stars.
Keeping it Tidy - In general, Zinnia is a woman who prefers to keep the appearance of what is around her neat and organized. Often manifesting itself in a quirk of having to correct certain aspects of a room, or rearrange the order of some items if they do not fit within the vision of that which she regards as efficient. It is not exactly cleanliness that she pursues, rather than having the order of things be correct within her own mind.
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Recklessly Impulsive - Extending to a variety of different aspects in her life. Zinnia, much like the collector that she is of odd trinkets, can often find herself at the odd end of a sour financial purchase or two. Likewise, this can include other activities too; doing the first thing that comes to her mind will often come naturally to her if it means gleaning enjoyment out of it. More often than not, this can lead her into some less than favorable situations.
Quite Gullible - It is well known within the Vandenreich especially that Zinnia will take what is said to her at face value. It's not entirely known whether this is due to actual ignorance, if she is just playing along, or perhaps an odd combination of both. Taking this to heart, it may well be that she dislikes having to distrust people on a fundamental level, and for this reason she is all too eager to put their faith in them, even if her sense says otherwise.
Lack of Self Worth - Putting herself after others comes naturally to this Quincy. It might be a symptom of having grown up without any material possessions or friendships in particular, cherishing everything she were given as though it were a priceless treasure. This is quite true extending well into her adulthood, and as a result, the woman often forgets how much she means to some people; all of this in a lack of belief in her own significance.
Dangerously Obsessive - Not only in respect to those people that catch her eye, a rare collectable that chances by her glance, or the revelation of an ideal that someone holds. Zinnia has a tendency to get obsessed over certain topics, ideas or individuals on a whim. In favour of people she will almost always respect their personal space, but it could comfortably be said that her passing obsessions are a cause for her spacing out.
Gentle Sadism - Whilst Zinnia is far from anything that might be considered extreme in this regard, it is true that she derives a mote of pleasure from deliberately teasing people; sometimes toying with them intentionally, or getting on their nerves just to provoke a reaction. It is always quite subtle, and not often overtly offensive. That being said, it is not uncommon for her to forget herself in this pleasure and get carried away.
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Disappointing Others - Zinnia never wants the expectations that others place on her to die, her unwavering loyalty to those that place their trust or convictions in her are tantamount to sacred. It might just be a side effect of her deprived childhood, the fact that nobody had ever relied on her for anything; Zinnia knows this. Still, even if the root of this fear is all but plainly apparent, when the aspirations of others depend on action, she cannot sit idle.
Abandonment - Deeply entwined with the essence of her being, Zinnia is an individual who can no longer exist in happiness without affection. It took her so long to find it. Her place in the Vandenreich, devouts to the one true god. The serene embrace of her lover, a final sense of at last belonging in an otherwise harsh world. If it were for them, for their sake, she would do absolutely anything to ensure that she stands with them for all of eternity.
Losing Her Connection - The entity that clings to Zinnia reigns from a dimension that is unknowable; it's goals, feeling, a foreign emotion to one and all - inspiring a skin crawling primal fear. Zinnia has formed a unique connection to this otherwise extradimensional being, a 'bond', where many others might consider the outsider a parasite and remain afraid. Compassion, and a childlike innocence allows Zinnia to consider it a friend.
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Preserving the Vandenreich - Within the organization, Zinnia is considered to be a figure that commands authority as well as respect. Named by the Emperor: 'Z' - the last letter of the Sternritter alphabet - has dominion over 'Zenith'; such a weighed title does not come lightly, everyone, including Zinnia, knows this. To embody the 'Zenith' one must remain the arrowhead to everyone, as well as their shield. As a result, many in the Vandenreich consider Zinnia to be chosen; to the spite of some, whilst earning the adoration of others.
Living in Peace - Even though a large portion of her life thusfar has been born in strife, such bonds that have always forced her to overcome adversary, the truth is; Zinnia has never wanted for anything but non-conflict. That being declared, neither can she allow this part of her desire to manifest. In constant pernicious effect to her devotion of the Emperor, it cannot be allowed for a Sternritter to show mercy to her enemies. As much as Zinnia would love nothing more than to indulge in her childish fantasies, those wings are clipped by her own ideals. If not for Koshka, then she might not have been afforded the opportunity at all.
Physical Summary
Of the myriad fashion choices that are gifted from the perplexing society that makes up the world of the living, Zinnia elects to maintain a modest and quiant approach to the garbs that she wears; lighter colours often make up the majority of the womans wardrobe, usually pastel colours are amongst her favoruites, in harmony with shades of white with sometimes a little bit of darker shade to contrast her neatly kept silver hair.
Her skin is a voluptuous and blemish-free shade of porcelian white, her nails that are often trimmed to a tidy length are a glowing reflection of healthy pink. In truth, if one were to examine this woman, who has a height much taller and more regal than one might expect of her naivete, they would be hard pressed to find any indicator of her streetborn heritage. That if were not for the sole remaining scars of her childhood, tucked behind bandage.
Both of her wrists as extending to her forearms are wrapped in a fashionable form of binding, extending along their length in layers; all done purposefully in respect to tuck those harmful memories out of her mind. As whilst there is no wound that is in active need of treating, bound away by those snow-white fabric is a long history that is often too troublesome to explain to others. It is better to conceal it, or so the woman believes.
In uniform, a lot of her attire is the signature white and military-esque style that one might expect of a high-ranking general within the Vandenreich organization. This is to be expected, as when called upon to fulfill her duty, there is a certain level of uniform respect to the emperor that must be paid by all of his loyal soldiers; naturally, this extends to even the illustrous Sternritter, and even Zinnia, who many still believe receives special treatment.
Flowing silver hair that catches the wind as cleanly as it does cascade down the pure white uniform of her predecessor; a long, and elegant coat for the petite body of this girl who holds true to the stature to wield it. Skin-tight bodysuit black as the night sky accentuate the royal blue highlights within her uniform. Adorned upon her ears, a pair of featherweight adornments, each elaborate piece a gradient hue of royal blue and purple of renowned purity.
It is the picture of elegance to see this woman prance around her surroundings, guided by thoughts of curiosity, the soft footfalls of her plain military boots even hardly making but a sound against her environment. Eyes often weary in a deep reminiscence, a ribbon - her Spiritual Fragment, secured to her chest, flowing in her wake the royal blue extension of her dancing in the passage of distance, complimenting the regal ambience she emanates with each step.
As a Sternritter, it is an elegant aura that commands Zinnia the authority and respect she deserves from her peers, in combination with being particularly favoured by the emperor himself. In a more casual setting, however, one might find that the girl is in actuality a quite easygoing individual; naturally, her attire reflects this aspect of herself apparently. Instead of the whole putting on airs, instead opting for much simpler clothing.
In regards to this, no matter what the woman wears, only the arm bindings remain a frequent part of her wardrobe. Everything else is largely up to whichever pastel color or trendy look might appease her. In the winter, shorts with woolen tights keep her warm. In the Autumn, an elegant turtle-neck sweater might fight the chill that comes with that crisp breeze. All in all, the woman aims to dress in a way that is practical, casual, whilst retaining a sophisticated look.
Birthplace, Current Residence and Memorable Figures
Even from the beginning, Zinnia could not remember who her parents were; her birthplace was an insignificant town, far from Karakura, almost perpetually frosted by a prestine layer of snow. Within this small and quiet town, not quite small and tidy enough to be described as quaint, neither large enough to earn its name as more than a footnote on a map, Zinnia was a streetborn orphan. If not for the warmth in others, bitter cold might've ended her life.
That was then, however, this is now; having the opportunity to experience the warmth of another is a gift that Zinnia gets to experience on a regular basis. Koshka and Zinnia each have their own quarters within the Silbern, as high-ranking members of the Vandenreich, this is a luxury easily afforded. However, Zinnia makes precious little use of her own living space, instead, she shares the living space of her sweetheart and lover- quite comfortably.
Each face and voice that has helped Zinnia in her past is one that she is loath to forget, and in that sense the woman innocently has a long list of individuals who, if given the chance to, she would be thrilled to return to and help some day. Unfortunately, there is a certain disconnect between those who live in the Spiritual Realm, and those who occupy the world of the living. In addition to her own responsibilities, time passes differently; humans forget.
Fighting Style
When approaching combat, Zinnia is a cunning and collected individual; rarely will she employ her brute strength in a way that seems wasteful, always taking a more tactical approach to how it is used. In that sense, one might mistake her habits of being that of some tactician, one who plays out her every given move within her mind before acting. In reality, that could not be further than the truth, Zinnia tends to simply go with the flow.
Indeed, this woman has a raw talent for keeping track of most everything that goes on within a battlefield, and likewise is matched only by her keen intuition. Zinnia takes her given title within the Vandenreich quite literally, and is always seeking a perfect victory where one can be found. That being said, war is hardly so clean-cut, the woman understands this and this temperment only makes her that much more fearsome.
In addition to this given fact, her Bow Release and it's unique nature allows her to maintain an equally fearsome backline in any given army. Not only is the woman a match for most in close-quarters combat, but she is more than capable of providing a reliable amount of support to a frontline fighter, or even desolating an entire area should it be deemed necessary. For this versatility, she has become quite flexible in her approach to combat.
Combat is seen as a chore by Zinnia; it is something to get done as swiftly as possible and be done with it. In combination with her other traits, without sacrificing patience, Zinnia does not hold back when her kill-switch is enabled. There is only so much exertion that the woman is able to exert before she simply grows bored of combat. Pain is not fun; Zinnia is no masochist. Neither is inflicting physical pain on others something she regards as savory.
If possible, she will seek to end the life of someone efficiently as physically capable once deemed an enemy. This is goes doubly so for those that she has been ordered to kill; although such orders that are given to her are few and far between. The Emperor seldom would give out such orders to one of his strongest, and for good reason, Zinnia is a trump card. One that is only to be played if the circumstances are dire enough to warrant it.
There exists a certain nemesis within Zinnia, a malignant entity purely by the nature of its existence alone. The Emperor is well aware of its presence, he is the only entity to date who has witnessed it; the only one known, to anyone. Such sparks a certain promise within Zinnia, who was granted the title 'Z - The Zenith'. It's a power to be used either by his command, or when present at deaths door alone. Nothing else is worth that kind of sacrifice.
Vollstandig & Bow Release
"I occupy the seat of Z - the Zenith; it means strength. I am also the closest and furthest from our grace, The Almighty. You are not worthy of his benevolence, thus you stand before me."
"I occupy the seat of Z - the Zenith; it means strength. I am also the closest and furthest from our grace, The Almighty. You are not worthy of his benevolence, thus you stand before me."
Of all the Vandenreich Quincy, Zinnia's Bow Release is one that manifests itself in one of the most unusual, and perhaps versatile ways. It is astute and adaptable, lending credence to her unique fighting style in the sense that it allows her to enter combat in a variety of forms. If her bow release were to be given a short explanation; it allows her to manifest her Quincy Bow, as well as her Shortbow, into a mass variation of different types. This allows a distinct diversification to how Zinnia approaches battle in any given scenario.
Up to two Form properties can be active on her Quincy Bow at once, as well as one Form for her Shortbow, for three properties in total. By having two Form properties activated on her main weapon, the abilities of both weapons are granted to the new - combined - form that the weapon takes. When the Heart property of Zinnia is activated, she takes on an embodiment of her Main-Hand weapon. Zinnia's "Weapons - Bows" Skill will change to match the weapon she is, at the time, wielding - or chooses to manifest as whilst using her release.
{Form Property (Class 6) - Laevateinn}Zinnia's Bow takes the form of a Sword, granting it the following effects; Generates 1 Weapon Skill Point for "Weapons - Bows" per post. Weapon Skill at highest is treated as a “4”, but can gain more points.
Merge Combinations: Chainsaw, Scythe, Sword & Shield, Gunblade
Merge Combinations: Chainsaw, Scythe, Sword & Shield, Gunblade
{Form Property (Class 5) - Amyr}Zinnia's Bow takes the form of an Axe, granting it the following effects; Spend X WSP; 25% increase to STR for each WSP spent when calculating damage against defensive abilities.
Merge Combinations: Chainsaw, Halberd, Flail & Shield, Cannon
Merge Combinations: Chainsaw, Halberd, Flail & Shield, Cannon
{Form Property (Class 4) - Longinus}Zinnia's Bow takes the form of a Lance, granting it the following effects; Spend X WSP; pinpoint a “weak spot” on an opponent, reducing their Instinct by 25% for each WSP spent to dodge the strike aimed at that spot.
Merge Combinations: Scythe, Halberd, Warhammer & Shield, Rifle
Merge Combinations: Scythe, Halberd, Warhammer & Shield, Rifle
{Form Property (Class 3) - Járngreipr}Zinnia's Bow takes the form of a Combat Gauntlet, granting it the following effects; Spend X WSP; 25% increase to STR for each WSP spent when defending with gauntlets/shields.
Merge Combinations: Sword & Shield, Flail & Shield, Warhammer & Shield, Crossbow Gauntlet
Merge Combinations: Sword & Shield, Flail & Shield, Warhammer & Shield, Crossbow Gauntlet
{Form Property (Class 2) - Pinaka}Zinnia's Bow takes the form of a Firearm, granting it the following effects; Spend 1 WSP; fire 3 arrows of the highest property Class at no Reiatsu cost, using her STR statistic.
Merge Combinations: Gunblade, Cannon, Rifle, Crossbow Gauntlet
Merge Combinations: Gunblade, Cannon, Rifle, Crossbow Gauntlet
{Heart Property (Class 1) - Soul Resonance}Zinnia becomes the weapon her Main-Hand Bow embodies. Capable of telekinetically controlling herself at her own speed, with no more than a 2 in her WSP; unable to use Step Techniques whilst fully transformed. Can be wielded by Koshka. While wielded by Koshka, she is given Zinnia’s full Weapon Skill Points, and is treated as Koshka’s Bow Release.
Zinnia’s spiritual signature is suppressed while she is in her weapon form, and being wielded, otherwise requiring 250 ES to detect while not being wielded. Also allows for partial-transformation, by paying 50 reiatsu per transformation.
Zinnia’s spiritual signature is suppressed while she is in her weapon form, and being wielded, otherwise requiring 250 ES to detect while not being wielded. Also allows for partial-transformation, by paying 50 reiatsu per transformation.
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Enemy of Creation
"Z" the Zero - "Cosmic Horror"
"Z" the Zero - "Cosmic Horror"
Reality is naught but a splotch upon canvas, and the presumed answer to life is nihility. "You have no purpose, your life is served without meaning. If that is truly so; your subsistence lends no existential value. In other words, you are 'Hollow'... our enemy." - Under this principle, there is nothing left but the 'end'. To that of all things. That is Vollständig to her, the end. Plain in its concept, yet terrifying.
Upon activation of her Vollständig, the very concept of Reiatsu is lost. Such as though confronting an entity from another time, perhaps another realm, if what appears in her place truly is 'Zinnia' as others know her; this is a mystery. Equally as ambiguous as cryptic, seperate from the presence of certain death, it has no feeling. To gaze upon her Divine Form produces an abysmal dread in all things living, on a level of instinct that goes far beyond the known concept of 'fear'.
Was this the ideal of 'purest white' that young girl had once dreamt? Yet it is so far from any emotion, so horrid. Just what might have produced such an anomaly, in that moment so long ago. That is as unknown as the porcelain-white enigma in itself. Who could say for certain. Only one unknown fact can be stated in regards to this power.
There are entities watching this world, that even the gods shrink from.
{Divine Form - Nil Entity}Under the suffocating effects of her Divine Form, the world as it is perceived by anyone - as long as Zinnia is within their mind or senses, becomes terrifying. Cosmological and unintelligible whispers enter their minds, existential dread pervades as, for just the moment of this passing, a taboo existence invades from the fourth dimension. At the moment of activation of this Divine Form; provokes a powerful fear effect for any that catch sight (friend and foe, aside from Koshka), requiring a 4 in Lack of Fear to avoid being paralyzed in fear for one post. Vollstandig cannot be entered unless 8 posts of combat have passed.
{Divine Power - The End; Sinful Shell}Manifesting from the tip of its pointed porcelain finger, the entity generates an arrow created from unknown energy. Single-shot, no cost, shortbow-speed arrow; bypasses defensive abilities that don’t possess a 3x OS superiority and/or a Class advantage.
{Divine Soul - Definitive Reality}The entity defines all which encompasses reality as it should remain to be, within the radius of five-hundred feet. Any and all healing is suppressed that doesn’t possess a 3x OS superiority and/or a Class advantage.
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