Zyvian Toff
slave
slave
Nickname: Zy
Age: 16
Birthday: Spring
Sexuality: Bi (Prefers men)
Age: 16
Birthday: Spring
Sexuality: Bi (Prefers men)
Hair color: Brassy Blond
Eye color: Pale Blue/Gray
Height: Five foot Six inches
Weight: One hundred ten pounds
Tattoos, piercings, birthmarks: Zy has a single Tattoo at the base of her neck, between her shoulder blades; as well a bellybutton piercing, and her ear piercing three times on each side.
Personality: Zyvian is now rather quite, nearly fearful in personality. She is shy, and wont speak unless directly addressed, and flinches if voices are raised or a hand is lifted in anger. She never raises her eyes from the ground, and she rarely speaks over a whisper.
Abuse has pushed yer young mind to the brink, and many say she has snapped. She rambles when she speaks at times, other times she says things that make utterly no sense in the least.
Zyvian has trouble trusting anyone, and is rather hard to get close to, though those few she trusts are the few who get to see what sort of person she is beneath her scarred and nearly insane outward personality.
Likes: Zyvian seems to enjoy reading above all else, though she holds a faint smile while she does chores that involve organizing. She has always liked to smell roses, though she often takes a nibble or two from the petals when she has them.
She enjoys eating sugar cubes with salt, and has been known to hide such treats in her pockets when no one is looking. With time to herself, Zyvian often wanders to places that are dark, such as under her bed, or high such as the highest point on the rooftop.
The rest of her enjoyments are small things. The wind on her face after a rainstorm, or the sound a horses hoof makes when it clatters over cobblestone, the flash of lightening on the sky.
Dislikes: For all of Zyvians good and sweet qualities, she holds quite a streak of hate and anger within her. She dislikes doorways, and window frames, and never leaves ether open. She cannot stand clutter or mess, or dirt; and if she cant clean it up she seems to grow very agitated and nearly twitchy.
She doesn't seem to like cats in any way, frowning when in their presence, though she acts nearly cat like herself at times. She seems standoffish towards most animals, disliking them in general. She wont go near barns, or hay especially; nor does she seem to like fire, flinching when the embers crack.
Fears: There are only a few things Zyvian truly fears, the raised and angered voice; even if the anger is directed to another she seems to panic. Whips, or sticks held in a way used for hitting. The removal of her collar, or attempted removal causes her to curl up on the floor and shake.
She shys away from the sounds of thunder, the loud noise, or any loud noise for that matter causing her to cower.
Origin: The birthplace of Zyvian Toff is unknown. She was a slave since she was a child, and never knew her parents. Getting a straight answer out of her about her past is more than difficult.
History: Zyvian Toff was born in a small village of poor farmers. Born to a man who had no desire for daughters when sons were needed to help work the farms. When Zyvian was old enough to be weined from her mother, she was sold into slavery in exchange for three breeding pigs.
Her first master was an elderly woman who had wanted a daughter for many years since her children had all grown up. Zy was dressed in clothes constantly, her hair tied up in bows, and she would serve tea and cookies to the old woman's friends. Though after eight years with the old woman, she finally passed on, leaving her property to her son.
The son, thinking Zyvian a ruined slave for having been pampered so, sold her to the auction block as a 'lost cause'. She was bought some time later by a cruel man who claimed he could break her spirit and reform her into the perfect slave.
for the next six years, Zyvian faced utter hell. She was referred to as a cow, a beast of burden who would be used as the master saw fit or killed. Six years of beatings, and labor, living in unsanitary conditions, and getting locked in small crates had left her broken. Her slave master calls it victory, and now, yet again she was sold to the market. And awaits to be bought once more.
Habits: Zyvian has a habit for obsessive organization. Be it sugar cubes in a dish, books on the shelf, or plates in the cabinet, everything must be in its proper order, straight and aligned, and fitting perfectly. She is known to take small things, things that will not be missed, small slivers of butter, or sugar, napkins or socks without a mate.
One of her more annoying traits is how she chews her nails. Always biting and nipping at her fingers, sometimes even till her fingers bleed.
Greatest ambition // dream: Not that she would ever say it, or admit to it, she would like to be free and to travel to all the places of the world, learning all that there is to know. If she could have all the time in the world, she would spend every moment reading, or learning something.
Extra: Zyvian has numerous scars on her back, marks from whips, and scars on her wrists and ankles from shackles that were to tight.
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