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-- TZILA BATSHIR RAKKMAN !

-- NAME: Tzila Batshir Rakkman
-- NICKNAMES: Tzi, Shadow
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: Eighteen, September 26th
-- BIRTH PLACE: San Francisco, California
-- ORIENTATION: Bisexual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: Student, College Freshmen
-- PLAYED BY: Hannah Tointon

-- PERSONALITY !

-- ALOOF: Tzila isn’t exactly your very average teenager. Sarcastic, fun-loving, and full of attitude, Tzila isn’t too fond of other people, and prefers to only have a few friends at a time, mostly due to paranoia, and her general dislike of people her age. She always seems to have a bit of a dark air around her, and is almost always secluded behind her headphones. This however, does not mean she is unapproachable. While she prefers to stay by herself in most situations, Tzila usually has no problems when interacting with others. However, if someone manages to tick her off, she will be quick to yell, and generally has a pretty short fuse. Thankfully when people aren’t constantly making her mad, Tzila is pretty laid back and humorous.
-- PASSIONATE: Since a young age, Tzila has had a fondness of music, though, her music is rather… distasteful to most of the population. She hates anything popular in the music scene (and really, in most other scenes too), and likes to stick to her extremely loud, dark, angry metal music. Tzila also plays guitar, and will often burst out into song at random moments during the day. Aside from music, Tzila is constantly being creative. She enjoys drawing, writing, and video creation, as well as several other forms of artistic output that help her escape what she thinks is a harsh reality. This brings us to another note: Tzila is an escapist, constantly hoping to wake up in her own dreams and never leave.

Another thing to note about Tzila is her love of animals, specifically canines. She always has felt a special connection with non-human beings, and is a very big environmental activist. Perhaps the last thing to note about Tzila is she is very firm in her beliefs… as an atheist. However, she loves debating, but will never, ever impose on anyone. If you do happen to get into a debate with her, be warned… she is ruthless, and definitely not afraid to be obscene if it helps prove her point. Tzila does not like to lose in other words; her ego matches that of most men.
-- CYNICAL: Tzila has many scars, and though she doesn't like to wear them on her sleeve for people to see, there are many things that trigger her into anger, and in that rage, she tends to not hold back. Tzila in this regard, is hypocritical, as she hates people who play victim though she has a tendency to do it herself. She has extreme doubts in concepts such as love and life and what it means to be happy.

-- LOVES: animals, music, spicy food, sarcasm, vulgar humor, video games, playing guitar, writing, singing.
-- HATES: most other people, relationships, big crowds, bleu cheese, mayonnaise, homophobes, racists, religious fundamentalists, exerting effort, mosquitoes.

-- HISTORY !

To understand Tzila, you must understand that she is the youngest in a family of four. Due to her father's death, she has no recollection of her dad due to him killing himself, and the lack of a second parental figure effected her greatly. For the longest time, Tzila was unwillingly made the pride of the family, simply because she was too young to know and feel the pain of her older siblings and mother. She was spoiled as a kid, growing up in San Francisco where things seemed limitless and the impossible was possible.

There was a transformation, and a rather abrupt one at that. From her birth, Tzila knew who she was, and she was not afraid to show it to the world. This of course, was not exactly tolerated by every single other person out there. She was... the classic example of a dork, and was picked on relentlessly during her childhood years. Eventually, she snapped, and the sweet little child her family had treated like a demi-goddess became a vengeful demon. Tzila quickly turned from "that dorky kid that's easy to pick on" to "that bitch with an attitude problem". During this period, Tzila stopped getting along with her family, and not only that, but uncovered the dark secret behind her father's death, the fact that he had been a victim of suicide, which would come to haunt her in the not too distant future.

Oh the pressure, oh the pain. Tzila ran away from her family at the youngest age she could possibly leave by dropping out of high school when she turned eighteen after an episode where she almost killed herself. She was still angry, still bitter, still hateful, during her junior year of high school. Despite the new start she'd granted herself by applying to college early, she could not make friends at school, or wait around in her misery any longer. Soon, her thoughts turned from rage to sorrow, and from that stemmed a whole other kind of demon. She was then sent into rehab for a semester. Since then, she has come a long way, but is more nervous than ever to be back in society, but did manage to work her way into the college system.

Of course, this struggle is only a small fraction of the life Tzila had. She was blessed with fond experiences in addition to the bad ones. Growing up in San Francisco, Tzila was able to do almost anything she wanted. She quickly found her passions and talents, and since then has been absorbed in not only her studies regarding animals, but music, art, and writing. So far, Tzila's return to society has been alright. While she still struggles to maintain friendships and make others, her dedication to them seems better than ever before, though she is unsure of where her life is headed.

-- SAMPLE !

It wasn't terribly unusual for Tzila to be hanging around the Pier by herself. No one came here, as no one wanted to due to the "ghosts of ancient past" that liked to hang about. Whether or not there really were undead spirits lurking at every corner, Tzi just didn't believe in such nonsense. Sure, it had an eerie feel to it, but that was because no one had stepped foot on it for hundreds of years. Of course the run down, old, wood pier seemed haunted then, with algae growing out of its supporting legs, and a thick mist that seemed to never vanish due to the always churning waves. In truth though, it reminded her of Goldenrod in a way. The chaos of it anyway. She'd never lived on a coastline for too long, though Tzi loved the way the ocean stretched out for miles, a vast, open, endless possibility.

"My life used to be like that," she sighed bitterly, hugging her knees to her chest. It wasn't that she didn't have options now, but she was aimless. Wandering around Estell for what exactly? Tzila hated to admit that she'd really only come this far as means of escape from her previous, rather miserable, life. And there she went, victimizing herself again. Why did she always manage to do that? It wasn't like she was half dead in a warzone or anything. She had a life to live, food to eat, her own partner Pokemon, Steele the Aron... what was there to complain about?

Adjusting the headphones over her ears and wrapping her orange scarf up around her face, she hummed along the tune she had been listening to for the last several hours. Sometimes, music spoke more than she ever could, and the words of the song struck a chord. She knew why she still wasn't happy. She had no real place to call home, nowhere she felt she really belonged. It didn't make sense either. She knew she was loved, by her family, her friends, even her own Pokemon... and yet....

"I can't seem to find my way," she spoke, voice muffled out by the wind, waves, and the cloth covering her mouth. A small shiver worked its way down her body from her head to her feet. It wasn't exactly what one would call a beautiful night. No, by this area of the island, it always seemed rather cold. The wind made sure of that. And though she was dressed properly for the occasion of being out here at... well, it was probably about two in the morning now... the gusts of air just seemed to cut through her like a knife.

"Fuck you nature," she growled, this time loud enough for anyone around to notice. "Take your goddamn wind somewhere else!"

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: Smiff!
-- AGE: Eighteen
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: Quirky, Dorky, Sarcastic
-- HOW YOU FOUND US: Advertisement

[* NIKKI THE PEACOCK QUEEN]

Just a note- Re-read things, just to make sure they make sense, because parts of your history were a tad clumsy and confusing. Also be careful not to repeat yourself too much. Other than that though, it's good.

-- ACCEPTED !

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