Physical Description
There's something odd about this woman cloaked in the purest of black- something wild, something strange, something gloriously beastly. But it's hard to see this trait, for she hides in the shadowed nights, roving around the streets like a phantom unseen and unheard of... until she strikes. No, it's hard to notice such a trait. Not when her eyes, the darkest of blue, captures the very soul of those who peer in it, gleams in the prospect of another hunt, yet mixed with blatant childish amusement. But instincts are ignored, her face too exotic and heartbreakingly beautiful to be pulled away from, long black wavy hair framing such a face. A shiver crawls up to the spine, stranger and stranger still....
Under the waning light of the moon, her skin almost glows fadedly, like an old painting washed out of color. But the eyes does not take this in, for the light also reveals the outline of her tempting body. Indeed, there is something strange about this woman. Especially her touch- where a man might expect the softness of a woman's skin, his groping hands find a silky route. But all that is forgotten, especially when she laughs, freely and gleefully, washing away the worries that might start form. All that is forgotten in the midst of the sweet and sticky, and then all too painfully reminded again when her nails, sharp as any dire cat's sharp blades, pierce against the back, drawing dark crimson blood.
But she draws closer still, a wicked little smirk as his eyes begin to reflect the depth of his understanding. Her claws digs deeper and she licks his shoulder blade, almost purring in delight. Yes, there is something strange about her... something deadly.
Character Concept
It is easy to mistake Musca as another Zith that simplemindedly perused the barbaric habits of slavery, pleasure seeking and general blood thirst that is commonly observed from the Ziths. To some extent, all of this is true for Musca as she can easily embody these traits. But her relentless curious nature and often unpredictable urges truly sets her apart from her kind, a distinguishing mark that had made her a source of amusement and apprehension to her old colony. While she can be content in rolling freely around a bed or chatting up a storm with the colony's slaves- she can just easily turn into a rampaging nightmare, seeking for a way to vent her frustrations undiscriminating from friend and foe, a rampage that eerily reflects an unreasonable tantrum of a child that knew nothing of her own needs.
Pampered in Xy and accosted by many, Musca can easily be described as a spoilt woman- preferring to let others do her own work rather than the other way around. Through this overindulgence, her selfishness is naturally unearthed and flaunted by those who near her, openly expressing her almost narcissistic view of her self-imposed importance in the world, often exuberating such blind confidence in this that it borders ignorance and stupidity. However, for all her confidence and supposed narcissism, she is haunted by her own failures and insecurity in her experience in the 'Civil World'. This leads her to constantly compare and compete against the people she often deems as especially talented or capable, and is more than willing to go through extreme heights just to derive a sense of domination over them, no matter how minor it is. Her insecurity is often the cause of her restlessness and soured moods which leads to more unreasonable rampages.
Because of her childish mentality, she often has trouble grasping the more deeper concepts of moral ethics that the civil society demands of her, with the law often taking the burnt of her scathing remarks and tactless jokes. Her trouble to understand such concepts stem from her 'survival of the fittest' mentality and her innate lust for true freedom, which she links to the former. These crude notions becomes the thread of logic in understanding her seemingly random and eccentric actions- anything that restricts her whimsy is instantly deemed as unimportant and disposable. Thus, her treatment to the law and other civil pleasantries is met with amusement and lightness, only referring to it when it's needed.
As horrible as she might sound, Musca still pertains some measurable dose of humanity, which takes form of her curiosity towards nearly everything. Nothing could be labeled as boring to Musca until it becomes a regime- pursuing it avidly and passionately until every drop of information that it held is depleted, making her an extremely social creature, prone to excessive chatting and lighthearted humour and could be the greatest social company one could find. Only in her good days of course.
Character History
Born into the largest Zith colony in Mizahar, Musca enjoyed the benefits that the Xy colony offered; security, food, endless entertainment. Especially entertainment. While she was nowhere close as feral as her numerous siblings, she was well known for her inventive and childish cruelty when wronged. During her childhood, a broken wing or five was not beyond her capabilities. But as she began to mature in age, her more feral side and vindictive side became less prominent in her personality and slowly, her curiousity for everything soon surfaced- annoying nearly every Zith in the colony. Put out by their continuous dismissal, she soon meandered over to the slaves. Relentlessly, for days she chatted their ears off, talking about nothing in particular until one of them cracked and started to converse with her. Slowly, through their conversations, her interest in the surface world started to spark but ultimately, while hearing stories of the lives of the different cultures in the world, it was kept in the back of her mind, conveniently tucked behind a myriad of other useless information.
However, soon after being declared as an adult Zith, her family (and some extended ones) were ushered out of the Xy colony, for their numbers had begun to swell once more. While not happy about the change, they did not complain and easily found a home in the hear of Cyphrus in the colony named Din. Because of their savage and simple approach in life, most of her family members were overjoyed at the limitless food. Meanwhile, the dissatisfied moved far away, forming small colonies in niches they could find. Amongst them was Musca, who was called something entirely different during those times. One night, during a hunt, she flew over the heads of a band of travellers making their way to Sylira. Attracted by their raucous laughter and their singing voices that told tales greater than she knew, she followed them, utterly hypnotised. Feeling rather envious of their small company, she decided to show herself to them, succeeding only in scaring them into their early graves. And thus, she has made the Sylira her play ground... temporarily, of course. |
by Musca on April 10th, 2012, 5:02 am 
