Shadow Maiden of the Plains: Zynx

[Aisynia]

Name: Zynx
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: African-American
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 155

Appearance: Zynx has light brown skin. Her clothes are lightly made. Composing of a animal skin shirt shaped into a tank top, and her shorts reach to her mid thigh. She usually wears a cloak over her body, but refuses to wear longer clothes due to the heat of the plains. Her eyes are green and her hair is long and black with red streaks reaching to middle back and is usually tied in a ponytail. She has a black dragon tattoo upon her right thigh that wraps around down the length of her leg.**In the beginning this tattoo holds no significance other than decoration.


Personality alignment: Good

Personality: Zynx's personality is outgoing. She's used to contact with others humans and when she does she usually opens up to them right away. Albeit, her temper is short and rather explosive at times. She has an overall friendly personality and she's motivated by the will to live and to see others live also. Her goal is to fight the dark forces of the universe hopefully to bring peace to all.

Weapons:

5 daggers fashioned by her

Onyx-colored sword once belonging to the late Chief

Shift: A wolf that she’d forged from the dark void between the time when she’d joined a group known as the Guardians on the plains, and the time she actually went to join them at their secluded home on the plains.

The creation of Shift

Zynx and others stepped out of the portal and into what seemed a vast land of complete nothingness that stretched for as far as the eye could see. Standing with her arms crossed she tried to seem nonchalant about the situation but it was more than she could bear. She had not in the least expected this.

"For your first challenge, you shall all use the morphicvoid to craft and temporarily sustain anything of your choosing. The limits of creation are to your own imagination. We shall not reveal to you how to create, for each finds their own way with this substance. Allow it to roll with the pure power of your creativity, and impress my master with what you create," came a voice familiar to her reverberating throughout her being. ~Could one just simply reach out into the void and bend it to their will? Is this even possible~ she thought careful to make sure that she did voice her questions aloud. Reaching out to the void she looked at it. It's structure, the lack of true color, and began to form a full grown wolf. She would form the necessities of the wolf first and then everything else about the creature would fall casually into place.

First, the muzzle crouching a ways she began to form it. She moved her hands about in the space as if she were a clay sculptor fashioning a clay army as if she were using a pencil to draw the creature 3-D on paper. The muzzle coming first was built for power and death to the oppressor. She carved the teeth as if she were carving them out of rock, a grating sound emitting as she arduously worked to make this creation perfect. ~Finish~ she thought. The muzzle stood in suspension snarling at any of those who looked. The eyes came next. She used her thumbs to create these, placing a void indentation into the head of the soon to be wolf. He would be pupiless with nothing to indicate his eyes save that of the imprint in his face. Crouching down farther she began to make the paws to the fore. Expanding five inches in diameter the heavy leaden paws would cause destruction to anything it laid hands upon. The claws were fashioned to a unique sharpness like that of a razor blade freshly taken out of its encasing. Moving back to the top where it's head would be Zynx formed the ears that would hear even the slightest movement of any creature within a two mile radius. This was fashioned to make up for the absence of its eyes. Finished with the front side of her wolf she gazed at the partially formed creature inspecting any possible flaws.

"There" she said aloud involuntarily. The gruff of his neck needed to be fashioned accordingly. The neck was a vulnerable spot for attack for any creature or being. Like the mane of a half grown lion the gruff of the wolf's neck was made ten inches thick. it would take something larger than that just to even reach it's makeshift artery. Getting up she looked at the wolf from an aerial height again inspecting any possible flaws. Satisfied she moved to the backside of the creature to form the ever powerful hind legs. She moved her hands about the hind legs area fashioning the powerhouse of the wolf; Building it for speed, power, and agility. The claws were the same as the front, razor sharp, and deadly. The tail came last. This she made larger than usual so that if need be the tail could be used as a viable heavy whip like weapon in a fight. She made this rather thick also allowing it to be heavier.

She stood up and looked at her pencil like sketch of the wolf. Now taking the void she added the fur, hair for hair, and filled in the remaining body of the wolf. He was like the average sized wolf, and just as beautiful. Albeit, he stood five feet high, and was proportionately long from his nose to the tip of his tail, and just as black as the void that engulfed the group in its grasp. Freed from its prison of suspension the wolf came alive. Moving about not to far from Zynx it's snarl seemingly permanent upon it's features.

Skills:
6th sense- ability to sense the presence of others when they are hidden from her, and being able to discern their very location

Void Shield- A piece of fur taken from the body of Shift, that she keeps wrapped around the neck of her phoenix necklace is fused with fire to create a shield to ward off attacks from oppressors.

Healing Warmth- Ability to draw in heat from her surroundings, including living beings, to heal herself.

Powers: Includes but not limited to

Machflames: These are little golf ball size balls of fire that can be shot rapidly at the enemy like a machine gun.

Fire ring: Using the ability of speed the opponent is quickly surrounded by a large Ring of Fire. Whenever the opponent nears the Fire ring, the fire surges upward creating a wall. Throughout the duration of the fight the ring steadily grows smaller restricting the movement of the opponent. Typically used on larger opponents.

Fusion: Ability to fuse with Shift taking up a higher attack power and ability to shadow jump. Her outlook becomes wolfish form through the morphing of her body via ears and tail end.

History: She travels with her family across the land as a nomad picking up various magical trades from one place to the next. Zynx has always been gifted, and anointed to be someone greater. Her destiny though is unknown. Her background is a calm one, not full of battles or the like. Her history though has yet to be written into the books, or her name spoken on every tongue.

 

[Aisynia]

Bringing the Past to the Light

My name is Zynx, and I'm a Maiden of the Plains. My life is a simple one, or at least it is right now. Formerly, I traveled with the Egaran people as we made trade of all sorts with all neighboring countries. My life, as a child, consisted of getting up in the morning, and feeding the animals. After that I would, relunctantly, join the women of the tribe and learn the ways of being a woman. I hated it.

At times, I would sneak away from the large group of frilly, laughing women and find the men engaged in tight combat. I soaked in all their movements especially with magic, and rejoiced at the jokes that they would make. I would later go off in my own in the evening ours before sunset, and try praticing everything that I'd learned. It was during these times of escaping that I was an orphan. I'd lost my parents sometime before I could remember, and no one ever told me what had become of them. So I lived in ignorance of my parents well being under the eyes of the tribe. One day though, I was caught watching the men in their glorious games, and was taken before the Chief.

I don't know what it was about the Chief, but when I was taken before him it was the first time I'd met him face to face. Before it had always been at a distance, and being a kid I always had to peer through the taller figures of the adults. He had stared down at me that day, and in his eyes I saw no scorn. Even to this day, I cannot accurately describe what I saw, but it was a mix between familiarity and hope. He had dismissed my case with a wave of his hand, and for the first time in the history of the People of the Plains he permitted me to join the men in their banter.

What was even more odd was that he would occasionally come there to see me practice my whits against the men in magic, and swordsmanship. I even had the chance to behold him in battle one day, and it was a most glorious sight. The sword he had held had a black and gold handle, while the body of the sword was wholly black and shiny like onyx.

That would be the first time I saw him in battle, and it would also be my last. The following day a war was waged on our people, and like any loving Leader he rode out to face them to never return....

Around that time I had been 7 years old when we lost our beloved Chief, and in the years to come who would slip into the recesses of my memory save for the occasional dream when I had stared into his eyes awaiting judgement. After his passing though, I was no longer permitted to join the men or even practice the magic I knew. As if I would let that happen. I took up my old trade of going off in the evenings being sure to finish my chores quickly and efficiently. Like many events in my life there was one specific day that fate decided it would have it's way with me.

I had just turned 18 years old, and as was my custom I'd went out for the evening to practice. However, that day I was enraged. I'd found out moments before that I was to be married off to a random male in the sister tribe to ensure that our bonds remained strong. It was like they were using me as some sort of pawn in their twisted game. I'd done nothing to deserve this marriage, but it'd been decided by the elders of the tribe since I had no parents. The widowed chieftess didn't even speak in my defense and it was she that I'd taken to, indirectly, during the years since her husbands' death.

Out on the field that night though, I twisted and whorled upon the earth. For me it was like dancing, but in actuality I was fighting invisible enemies in my mind. And if I should let it be known, I repeatedly pulverized my would-be husband; killing him then purposely bringing him back to life to do it all over again.

Do not think me deranged, I was very, very upset and in my rage I'd grown tired, and fell asleep under the stars away from my tribe. At first, I dreamt no dreams or rather if I did I could not recall none of them save one. It held no sequence of events like most dreams or visions just small motion pictures. The first was of a cave located at the base of a mountain. Staring from the mist of it were red eyes that glowed venemously back at me before the unknown creature rushed from the depths of the cave seeking to engulf me in it's darkness. With my heart bursting in my chest I ran away. Next, I found myself riding on the back of a large creature that I thought to be a horse. The only thing that told me it wasn't a horse was the long fur that I strung through my fingers as I held on. The last thing, I saw was a black dragon flying above me as I lay on the cool earth. It blocked the moon with its impressive bulk. I could feel its eyes glaring down at me as it circled from above even if I could not see them. I willed my body to move, but I was paralyzed somehow. I conclude now that it was the work of the dragon, and although I feared such magnificence I revered it.

Soon though the dragon ceased its circling motion and hovered it's massive form just above me with a roar that deafened the heavens the dragon reared back, and then threw itself down towards the earth. Undeniably, I saw the white row of teeth that were laid in neat rows in the dragons' mouth. I felt the pang of my heart as it desired to burst from my chest. No matter how much I tried to move my leadweight body, no amount of will could set me into motion. All I could do was close my eyes and await my death. A lone tear went trickle down my face as I awaited death; a tear for all those things I had not yet accomplished...

When dawn had come I sat up with a start, my breath coming in sharp bursts as if I had just finished a quick run. My leg pained me, and looking down at it I beheld the tattoo of the black dragon on my right leg, and in ectasy I fell back on the earth at realizing that the dragon had been a dream...or had it?

Getting up, I quickly made my way back to camp wondering had my absence gone unnoticed, and upon arriving at camp I saw that no one had yet begun to stir. Making my way to my tent I slipped on a pair of pants to hide the tattoo of the dragon, and as a means of avoiding unwanted questions. I had no other thought set in my mind at the moment but to see the Chieftess, and to see her soon....