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Name: Shin’en Zillver
Nickname/Alias: "Zillver", Hollywood, Zill, Butterscotch
Species: Hybrid
Deceased Type: Murdered
Gender: Male
Sex: Definitely
Age: 24 (Died at 21)
Re-Birthday: November 28

Personality:

Charismatic | Aggressive | Do-or-Die | Opportunistic | Free-Spirited | Social | Lecherous

At first, Zillver’s personality can be a bit overwhelming. He’s a fast talker with a silver tongue. Technically blue, but his charm knows no bounds. He is the type to be thrown into situations people just may not be able to handle, but that doesn’t cease his persistence to strive above and beyond. He will take any chance he can get in order to benefit himself with little regard of where it might lead him or others around him. He is not anti-social, quite the opposite actually, but his demeanor often leads him into quarrels with others who do not agree with his approach. That doesn’t stop him from trying to get others to see things the way he does, even if his view is often chaotic. He wants the best out of his life and whether one believes it or not, he wants everyone else to have the best as well, especially those who form alliances with the arrogant man. They will be treated the best of all, so sayeth Zillver.

History:

“I have no reason to look for what I left behind. Not when there’s so much more in front of me.”

There isn’t much to be said about a past forgotten. Unable to see a prosperous life ahead of him, Shin’en Zillver was brought into an organized crime ring and taught their ways. It didn’t take long for the spirited youth to assert himself to a position of high status through manipulative words as well as a physical display of his combat capabilities. With this introduction to status he gained a lust for the carnal pleasures all beings sought. Money. Sex. Power. Only fueling his darker nature to take higher risks. Yet like all stories of the high roller, he is brought to ruin through a bad gamble. Shin’en Zillver had forsaken the man who took him in, stealing everything away and leaving his former boss to writhe in solitude. This mercy would come back to bite the treacherous youth when his old boss sought to reclaim the empire he’d built. He came to Zillver’s home in the skyscrapers, challenging him for his authority the way they had always handled these disputes. Battle, of which the youth obliged. Despite his fighting prowess Zillver was no match for the older man and yielded, pleading for mercy after the two of them left the penthouse in ruin. Sadly, the mercy Zillver had bestowed before, was not returned. He received a fatal wound and was cast out of the stolen empire both figuratively and quite literally, plummeting to his death below in the streets.

Death wound not be the end of Shin’en Zillver, but a rebirth. Eyes awakening to a starry sky, Zillver found that he wasn’t exactly the way he recalled. What little of his memory was still there. Adapting to his new body was a struggle all its own. After that he would need to adapt to the new life he was given. He would become stronger, faster, more cunning than ever before. This new world, this was his life now. There was reason to look for the past. All that mattered now was moving forward. Little did he know how much of his old life had followed with him.

Desire is a powerful vice.

Height: 6’2” | 7’2” standing up straight
Weight: 195 lb

Likes:
Sex
Money
Fighting
Parties | More partial to Raves
Drugs
The Night Life
Metal

Dislikes:
Defeat
Hangovers
Rejection
Sour Deals
Being Thwarted
Fast Talkers

Extra:
Zillver cannot recall anything from his previous life, only that he died because he was weak.
He is always up for a good spar, but he doesn’t have any intention of killing anyone. There’s no reason too.
He has been training his body since he arrived, 3 years ago.
Don’t ever let his size fool you into thinking he isn’t fast and agile.
All of his teeth are sharp.
His tongue is blue.
His first name means, Abyss in Japanese. The irony being the creatures they fight.
His last name is a combination of the names Zilla and Clover, two underrated Kaiju made by America.
The glowing scar on his chest is reminiscent of the fatal wound he received before dying.

Relationship Meter

Status: Single
Orientation: Straight
Interest: “The bitches~!” Zillver does not settle down, preferring to have numerous partners to satisfy his voracious appetites. However, this is only because he has never met one that could tie him down.

The Admin

RP Methods:

Notes - My preferred method.
Google Docs - Also very acceptable.
Skype - Only reserved for those who I become close too.
Comments - As long as you don’t mind other people seeing what happens and I get more than one liners.
DAChats - Leave a sour feeling in my gut.

RP Sample:

Script:
Zillver: *Woke to the starry sky above him. Like the baller he was, he assumed he had blacked out from over partying. It was kind of his thing. But it didn’t take long for him to realize that things weren’t the way they used to be. Black hands and feet. Claws and some sharp ass teeth. All he could do was at his new features, screaming at the top of his lungs.* “WHAT THE F-….!!!!??” *Accidentally biting his blue tongue.*

Lit:
Soon the darkness faded away, revealing a starry scape painted in the sky. The location of the fallen was yet to be known to him. ‘Where-…’ Zillver thought too himself, visions of darkness leaving his eyes and clearing his view. “Ugh..” He moaned, bringing a blacked hand to his face, shielding his eyes once more. “Hell of a night.” He managed to grumbled through his slurred words. “I think?” He couldn’t recall what had happened the previous night. The night that he was cast from his home and sent into the darkness from which he now woke. He sat up, body aching from laying on the brittle stone for as long a she did. He slowly removed the clawed hand from his face, looking into the black of his palm which was now crawling up his arm. “I must ha-…” His words of recollection were halted. Eyes fixated on the blackness engulfing his hand. His mouth was slightly agape. His eyes widening to the point they almost fell from their sockets. He turned his hand on its side, looking at his knuckles. They too were black. He then took in the slight of those flesh tearing claws on the tops of his fingers. He may not have recalled his past, but he knew he was human. Wasn’t he? Focus shifted, blurring his hand and showing him the enormous claws on his blackened feet. Those were never there before! Shin’en slowly shook his head, unable to fully grasp what he was seeing. ‘Is this my body!?” His thought screamed at him, hands touching his face. It was true. This was his body. And these were only a couple of the features he could actually see. “WHAT THE F-….!!!!??” He was cut off when he suddenly felt the sting of incredibly sharp teeth upon his ill-prepared tongue.

Timezone: CDT (Central Daylight Time)

Admin Rules:

You don’t get to kill my character, but over-the-top, high intensity combat is surely welcomed!
However, there will be no God Modding and no Auto-Hits.
If you do not finish a RP, the RP will not be counted as canon.
OOC is a no and Meta-Gaming will be met with making you look foolish.
Unwanted sexual advances will be met with violence.
Wanted sexual advances may also be met with violence…. but you will be called the next day.
Violence, Gore, no problem as long as it fits what’s happening. Same with Smut.
Lastly, Zillver likes bitches, as in females. Do not take the title personally or offensively as its may just be how he addresses females until he gets to know them. The character can get as mad as it wants, but know it is not meant as disrespectful to the Role-Player.

Nults:

0

Relationship Ranks:

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“Something to say”

Description

Name: Shin’en Zillver
Nickname/Alias: "Zillver", Hollywood, Zill, Butterscotch
Species: Hybrid
Deceased Type: Murdered
Gender: Male
Sex: Definitely
Age: 24 (Died at 21)
Re-Birthday: November 28

Personality:

Charismatic | Aggressive | Do-or-Die | Opportunistic | Free-Spirited | Social | Lecherous

At first, Zillver’s personality can be a bit overwhelming. He’s a fast talker with a silver tongue. Technically blue, but his charm knows no bounds. He is the type to be thrown into situations people just may not be able to handle, but that doesn’t cease his persistence to strive above and beyond. He will take any chance he can get in order to benefit himself with little regard of where it might lead him or others around him. He is not anti-social, quite the opposite actually, but his demeanor often leads him into quarrels with others who do not agree with his approach. That doesn’t stop him from trying to get others to see things the way he does, even if his view is often chaotic. He wants the best out of his life and whether one believes it or not, he wants everyone else to have the best as well, especially those who form alliances with the arrogant man. They will be treated the best of all, so sayeth Zillver.

History:

“I have no reason to look for what I left behind. Not when there’s so much more in front of me.”

There isn’t much to be said about a past forgotten. Unable to see a prosperous life ahead of him, Shin’en Zillver was brought into an organized crime ring and taught their ways. It didn’t take long for the spirited youth to assert himself to a position of high status through manipulative words as well as a physical display of his combat capabilities. With this introduction to status he gained a lust for the carnal pleasures all beings sought. Money. Sex. Power. Only fueling his darker nature to take higher risks. Yet like all stories of the high roller, he is brought to ruin through a bad gamble. Shin’en Zillver had forsaken the man who took him in, stealing everything away and leaving his former boss to writhe in solitude. This mercy would come back to bite the treacherous youth when his old boss sought to reclaim the empire he’d built. He came to Zillver’s home in the skyscrapers, challenging him for his authority the way they had always handled these disputes. Battle, of which the youth obliged. Despite his fighting prowess Zillver was no match for the older man and yielded, pleading for mercy after the two of them left the penthouse in ruin. Sadly, the mercy Zillver had bestowed before, was not returned. He received a fatal wound and was cast out of the stolen empire both figuratively and quite literally, plummeting to his death below in the streets.

Death wound not be the end of Shin’en Zillver, but a rebirth. Eyes awakening to a starry sky, Zillver found that he wasn’t exactly the way he recalled. What little of his memory was still there. Adapting to his new body was a struggle all its own. After that he would need to adapt to the new life he was given. He would become stronger, faster, more cunning than ever before. This new world, this was his life now. There was reason to look for the past. All that mattered now was moving forward. Little did he know how much of his old life had followed with him.

Desire is a powerful vice.

Height: 6’2” | 7’2” standing up straight
Weight: 195 lb

Likes:
Sex
Money
Fighting
Parties | More partial to Raves
Drugs
The Night Life
Metal

Dislikes:
Defeat
Hangovers
Rejection
Sour Deals
Being Thwarted
Fast Talkers

Extra:
Zillver cannot recall anything from his previous life, only that he died because he was weak.
He is always up for a good spar, but he doesn’t have any intention of killing anyone. There’s no reason too.
He has been training his body since he arrived, 3 years ago.
Don’t ever let his size fool you into thinking he isn’t fast and agile.
All of his teeth are sharp.
His tongue is blue.
His first name means, Abyss in Japanese. The irony being the creatures they fight.
His last name is a combination of the names Zilla and Clover, two underrated Kaiju made by America.
The glowing scar on his chest is reminiscent of the fatal wound he received before dying.

Relationship Meter

Status: Single
Orientation: Straight
Interest: “The bitches~!” Zillver does not settle down, preferring to have numerous partners to satisfy his voracious appetites. However, this is only because he has never met one that could tie him down.

The Admin

RP Methods:

Notes - My preferred method.
Google Docs - Also very acceptable.
Skype - Only reserved for those who I become close too.
Comments - As long as you don’t mind other people seeing what happens and I get more than one liners.
DAChats - Leave a sour feeling in my gut.

RP Sample:

Script:
Zillver: *Woke to the starry sky above him. Like the baller he was, he assumed he had blacked out from over partying. It was kind of his thing. But it didn’t take long for him to realize that things weren’t the way they used to be. Black hands and feet. Claws and some sharp ass teeth. All he could do was at his new features, screaming at the top of his lungs.* “WHAT THE F-….!!!!??” *Accidentally biting his blue tongue.*

Lit:
Soon the darkness faded away, revealing a starry scape painted in the sky. The location of the fallen was yet to be known to him. ‘Where-…’ Zillver thought too himself, visions of darkness leaving his eyes and clearing his view. “Ugh..” He moaned, bringing a blacked hand to his face, shielding his eyes once more. “Hell of a night.” He managed to grumbled through his slurred words. “I think?” He couldn’t recall what had happened the previous night. The night that he was cast from his home and sent into the darkness from which he now woke. He sat up, body aching from laying on the brittle stone for as long a she did. He slowly removed the clawed hand from his face, looking into the black of his palm which was now crawling up his arm. “I must ha-…” His words of recollection were halted. Eyes fixated on the blackness engulfing his hand. His mouth was slightly agape. His eyes widening to the point they almost fell from their sockets. He turned his hand on its side, looking at his knuckles. They too were black. He then took in the slight of those flesh tearing claws on the tops of his fingers. He may not have recalled his past, but he knew he was human. Wasn’t he? Focus shifted, blurring his hand and showing him the enormous claws on his blackened feet. Those were never there before! Shin’en slowly shook his head, unable to fully grasp what he was seeing. ‘Is this my body!?” His thought screamed at him, hands touching his face. It was true. This was his body. And these were only a couple of the features he could actually see. “WHAT THE F-….!!!!??” He was cut off when he suddenly felt the sting of incredibly sharp teeth upon his ill-prepared tongue.

Timezone: CDT (Central Daylight Time)

Admin Rules:

You don’t get to kill my character, but over-the-top, high intensity combat is surely welcomed!
However, there will be no God Modding and no Auto-Hits.
If you do not finish a RP, the RP will not be counted as canon.
OOC is a no and Meta-Gaming will be met with making you look foolish.
Unwanted sexual advances will be met with violence.
Wanted sexual advances may also be met with violence…. but you will be called the next day.
Violence, Gore, no problem as long as it fits what’s happening. Same with Smut.
Lastly, Zillver likes bitches, as in females. Do not take the title personally or offensively as its may just be how he addresses females until he gets to know them. The character can get as mad as it wants, but know it is not meant as disrespectful to the Role-Player.

Nults:

0

Relationship Ranks:

:dev adminDAaccount:
Name // Status // bullet // 0% // ☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷
“Something to say”