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"What I want is to be your skin, to hang off your limbs and know you could never get rid of me."
NAME ➠ Zahara Lachapelle
NICKNAME(S) ➠ Zaza (she loathes), Z, Ara, Queen
AGE ➠ 28
GENDER ➠ Female
POSITION ➠ Luxuria
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AFFILIATION ↓↓ None
OCCUPATION↓↓ She does as she pleases - money has never been a concern for her. In her spare time, she enjoys experimenting drugs on different test subjects. Her victims tend to be bastards & fools who mistake her beauty for weakness. Though she's never addressed it to others, she has been secretly attempting to bring by Synthia.
PERSONALITY↓↓
00❶.)) Manipulative & Sly
A mind molded from the depths of wickedness, she has always had a fascination with playing. To her, humans were becoming pawns to the bigger picture. With the power she yields, she toys with their mental state - waiting ever so slowly for the weak to succumb to their oh so tragic fates. Never underestimate a beautiful darling for they can hurt as much as thorns.
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00❷.)) Unstable & Mad
Her own self has never been quite the epitome of sane. Constantly battling with herself and others, she's found comfort in old trauma. Emotions that swing violently - she has only know the strength of such feelings. Even if she were to weep, it'd never be a pitiful cry. To act upon every ounce of her soul, now that was how she lived. The wild woman ran the world with her own perception of 'freedom.'
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00❸.)) Passionate & Despotic
To love and to control, those were two things that Zahara held hand in hand. If it came to anything she strongly viewed, she'd voice it - act upon it and risk her all for it. Perhaps that was the charm that had made her such an alluring vixen. But even so, the woman is quite well versed in the realm of domination. Though she has occasional moments of impulsive behavior, she knows how to bide her time.
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BIOGRAPHY↓↓
In the midst of violet fumes, during the earliest years of her life, Zahara remembered the soft giggles of her mother's laugh echoed by husky voices of men lingering in the background. The glaze that clouded the eyes of her mother always frightened the young girl. The terrifyingly beautiful woman was nothing more than a figure with a title attached. Though her family had done well financially, both her father and mother were absent in their daughter's life. Her relevance was only ever considered when a public appearance was needed.
In the place of her mother was her uncle. Like her mother, he was handsome and witty - always caring for Zahara like she was his own child. He served as her father and mother. Whenever she was lonely, she'd find him and he'd keep her company. Dressed in white innocence, Zahara only ever amused herself with dolls and books until her eleventh birthday came rolling around. Despite the creeping fears that marked her childhood - strange shadows and haunting sounds ... all things crashed down.
The baleful screams that ripped out of her mother's voice box rings in her nightmares still. The scene was always painted freshly with crisp unfading colors. Curiosity had gotten the better of the girl. Her mother sat on the floor, drenched in crimson droplets of her lover's blood - a cross plunged in the man's stomach as her Uncle stood over her. His face was eerily calm - features sculpted with chilling stiffness. Soon arrived her father, hands resting on the slender waists of other women with a face of indifference. The presence of little Zahara Lachapelle was ignored. All the adults in the room were occupied with each other. Before she knew it, she watched as her Uncle's fingers clasped onto a gun - letting it fire with a BANG. The body of her father fell onto the ground as the woman besides him joined in the cesspool of velvet liquid. Like her brother, her mother remained emotionless and in silence - staring at the lifeless corpses surrounding her.
Explaining the unfortunate events that befell her father was told to her very carefully. Though she was unaware, her Uncle knew of her presence - he seemed to know everything. With his sister (Zahara's mother) censored and broken, she receded into solitude ... her brother took over everything. And with that, he took over Zahara's life. Ever so slowly, he taught her what it felt like to watch others hurt, how to mend one's sufferings and the sweet saccharine indulgences in life.
This handsome man was such an exquisitely ugly human being. But she loved him anyways - he was her family. His ambition always dazzled her - his desire to create a following wowed her. She relied on him for all that she learned and eventually accomplished. She remembered the adrenaline rush she had the first time she tested her chemical mixtures on the test subject. A normal person would have chilled at the sight of decrepit and decayed human beings but to her it was ... thrilling.
As a Saint, Zahara knew her place the best out of everyone. While the others played against each other to vie for the attention of her Uncle, she remained silent in the background. Her neutrality always confused the others. But her loyalties never wavered.
And for the second time, her world deteriorated when he passed. She was abandoned yet again. And so the little girl grew up quickly, succumbing to the temptations of lust and all else. But of course, her sickly interest in controlling never ceased. Perhaps she had learned best from her Uncle. Now that he was gone, she was so lost in this vast world. Her useless mother looked at her in disgust but it never mattered in the first place. Zahara was free to live wickedly.
For now she continues on her wayward path wreaking havoc with seductive elegance.
RELATIONSHIPS↓↓
The Saints
➥ Kaz Solano II Ira
Indulgence has become a simultaneous connotation for their complex relationship. Unforgotten memories still strike her lips always reminding her of her insatiable desire. At first glance when the pair had met, it had all been due to the Reverend. In a frothy sea of organzas and silks decorated with glimmering baubles, he stood out like a sore thumb. Despite the suit that he donned upon himself, it couldn't hide his character. It had amused her at the time yet also irritated her. Zahra wasn't quite clear as to why he was chosen. And never kept underestimating him until their encounter with death. For the first time after that moment, she saw something else. A dazzle of something intriguing - perhaps the same thing her Uncle had first spotted. In the intimacy of the night she gave into temptation - fingers tugging his locks while their breaths became one. And since then, they've often found themselves in each other's embrace. Refusing to admit it, her tongue remains clamped ... pretending to deny her reliance for him. The addiction of his essence exhilarates her to no end.
➥ Afanasiia Sokolova II Invidia
It had been a mentor ship at first, perhaps even a mutual understanding. But since Zahara made the choice to stay out off the war, she knows that the girl holds strong judgement against her. But it doesn't bother her - she's always had other goals anyways. Zahara still holds her head up relentlessly.
➥ Maverick Dominique Eastwood II Avaritia
A man child at best. She sees him as a thorn to the rest of them with his nonsensical quips. For the most part, she brushes past his fruitless attempts to dig under her skin; but of course there have always been incidents that have set her off. She has always presumed his obnoxious attitude was directed at her for the sake of being wanted. But to her, he'd never compare to everyone else, even Superbia at that.
➥ Luisa Han II Superbia
Aware of the sharp intellect the girl possessed early on, Zahara has learned to or at least attempted to respect her. She has seen the disdain reflected in her keen eyes, judging her while the Reverend was still breathing and alive. Still she prefers her than her tag along sidekick with the stick shoved up his bum.
➥ Yoojin Park II ??
Cordial may be the best term to describe their interactions. Perhaps out of all the Saints, she had cared for him the least ... There was nothing quite interesting to gain from the man yet.
The Others
➥ Zafrina Lachapelle (sister) - Alive
Her one and only other sibling. The two were raised quite differently and separate. While she had dolls and pretty pink balloons, Zahara was always learning from her Uncle to solve equations and exercise until her skin bled. Despite their contrasting differences, the two are surprisingly close. Perhaps it's the innocence that Zafrina still possesses that makes Zahara feel more sane than other times in her life. She'd kill for her sister if it was needed.
➥ Zed Lachapelle (brother) - Alive
The older brother who was always the chosen one, the continuation of the family legacy. Though she had been competitive with him when they were younger ... things changed as they aged. They have a fairly decent bond but even so, Zahara feels that his ideals still clash with hers.
➥ The Reverend (Uncle) - Dead
He had always been her father figure - the one who taught her how to do everything. She adored him but also hated him for his cruelty. But that came to a pass when she grew accustomed to his methods. Even still, she thinks of him and how he'd view her choices in life.
➥ Lisabeth Lachapelle (mother) - Alive
Zahara never quite got along with her mother from childhood till now. She has always seen a harrowing gaze targeted at her - mixed with disgust and coldness. She has always wanted to feel her warmth and still seeks it. Because of the woman's old love for Synthia ... she remains as one of the reasons why Zahara tries so hard. She hopes that one day she'll look at her with approval and care - even if it means driving herself to insanity and beyond.
APPEARENCE↓↓
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Height = tall
Weight = thin
Eye color = gorgeous
Hair color = flawless
more to come ...
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I'll let you know once I rp lmao.
