----Mythical Minds (Scroll for Powerless & Trembling) Zena Sanchez / 19 / Female / Bisexual / Artist / Supernatural, Vampire / Long brown curls that usually flow down her back, and dark brown eyes. She's 5'2, and she has soft features. Tan skin, and freckles. She has scars all over her arms and hands from her childhood. / She often wears basic baggy jeans and hoodies or tanktops. / She's kind, optimistic, and very smart. She's quiet. / She has anger issues, and sometimes can't control her bl00dlust all the way. She doubts herself a lot, and she doesn't really talk to people. / She's strong-willed, intelligent, and always trying her best. ---- Powerless Zena Sanchez / 19 / Female / Blaze / Bisexual / Long brown curls that usually flow down her back, and dark brown eyes. She's 5'2, and she has soft features. Tan skin, and freckles. / She has scars all over her arms and hands from her childhood. / She's kind, optimistic, and very smart. She's quiet. She has anger issues, and sometimes can't control her fire all the way (assuming that can happen, I've never read the book but I've been asking for it for so long :'D) / She's afraid of what happens and often questions why she's even still trying. She's also afraid of insects and incinerates them if she sees them. She's bad at fighting too, so she keeps to herself usually. / (I'm not sure what is logical for the book so I'll wing it.) Zena grew up without her parents, losing them when she was young. She taught herself about her powers after she lost her older sister too, vowing to live on for them. She's never really had anyone. She has one pearl necklace that her mother gave her when she was young, and she never takes it off. ----Trembling Zena Sanchez / 23 / Female She/Her / Bisexual / Storm line / Healer / She has long dark curls that she hasn't been able to trim since the storm began. Her eyes are dark and her features are hollow, as if she's had the life sucked from her body. Her skin is pale, despite her ethnicity, because she's gotten no sun for so long. She's strong, even though her body is frail. She walks slowly, runs quietly, and speaks rarely. She often wears whatever clothing she can find and bundle up with, trying to flee the cold. / She's intelligent, and strong-willed, but some days she can't find a reason to go on. She acts as if she's trying to determine something constantly, like there's a question never answered by the world. She does whatever she must to survive, and often avoids violence until it's not optional. / When the storm began, she was alone. So, nothing really changed except for the constant moving and slight paranoia. Before the storm, she was planning to go to law school and fight for the justice many people deserve. She loves to draw, but now she can't even find a piece of paper or a pencil. She found the Stormline party by traveling for days at a time. / She uses her artistic nature to bring people around her as much joy as they could have at a time like this, and she also uses her intelligence to her advantage when she needs it most. - She's quiet, sensitive, and ambitious / She can be foolish sometimes, and often finds it hard to smile----like she's forgotten how it feels to do so. / She's incredibly good with patching people up when they're injured, and using medicine. Some people used to tell her to become a doctor, which she never desired. Now, it's all she feels she's useful for. She can run fast, but her short height brings her a disadvantage there. / She's constantly fighting the urge to let the storm swallow her whole, but she hasn't yet. She's afraid of what lies beneath the storm, and feels as if something is always watching her from whatever shadows the storm has. / She's afraid of giving in, but she's also afraid of losing herself at the end of it all. If it ever ends. / She finds comfort in making people smile, hence why she enjoys trying her best to crack a joke every now and then.
note - I'll probably use this OC for many rps. If I do, she won't have any powers (or in this case, she won't be a vampire but just a regular human) this art is not mine