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Name: Zilvala (Zil) Ndubueze.
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Aliases: None, presently.
Date of Birth: November 6th, 2026.
Place of Birth: Somewhere? Shit, Zil's not sure. She was adopted. Now she knows she wasn't born on Earth, but that opens up the rest of the universe. Could be anywhere, really. (Ventroyavosar. A cold, giant planet rich in resources.)
Place of Residence: Oakland, Bay Area, California. A pretty decent apartment, supplied to her by paying stupid amounts of rent and also recommendation from the hospital. The city has been, y'know, crazy gentrified. In the past thirty years many businesses and startups have cropped up, believing beyond a shadow of a doubt that they're making things better for the residents. In some ways, they are! In other ways, they definitely aren't. The corporations basically have the residents under their thumbs, only offering to better the city for their own benefit. Sure, they cover up their intentions and claim it's for everyone, but the dollars they use are tax dollars or dollars skimped and cut from workers wages. There's not much else that can be done though, as a lot of mega corporations drive out any smaller businesses attempting to establish themselves and carve out a small part of the city they can have control over. Nothing really gets done without funding, and the corporations are definitely willing to fund things if they benefit in some way. Because of this, the city is overrun with advertisements, and many people stay with their company so they dont get run out and end up homeless. Even the college and hospital falls prey, and considering Zil's time frequently spent at both in the past few years, she's grown pretty damn tired of it. Even the historic parts of the city aren't fully safe, and are on their way to being touched up and treated. Can't have old, ugly shit in this bright, shining city, right?
Appearance: Zil is a dark skinned woman standing at about 5'1" in her human form. Her eyes are a warm brown, and her hair- perhaps the most striking feature about her- is white. She kinda just tells everyone she greyed early, and will jokingly say college debt was a large contributing factor to that...even though her hair's been this way since she was a baby. Zil just doesn't mention that part.
It's clear, based on how cut and fucking shredded she is, that Zil deals with her stress through exercise. She's a regular at the local gym, and even excercises during her breaks in her residency. It's left her with a fairly impressive physique, though more functional muscle than bodybuilder-esque. Not to say she's a total health nut, of course. She still enjoys drinking and pizza? Who doesn't? Zil ALSO likes to knit and sew to decompress! It's therapeutic. Writing helps as well, and she keeps a diary. Shit helps. She wears primarily dark clothing, and fancies black lipstick. There's a scar that runs through her lips on the right side, and shes got a number on her hands, knuckles, knees, and back.
In her alien form, Zil stands at approximately 6'9", her skin black and the fur along her legs and shoulders a contrasting white. Her eyes, mouth, the palms of her hands and feet, and a number of vents along her body are a bright, luminous gold, and radiate heat and warmth. She's got thumbs, at least, which is super cool! Also, retractable claws so she can climb really good with her hands, or do delicate work like typing awkwardly on a phone or gingerly picking up a child! She's also got horns, and a number of other features that don't really make her look quite human, but that's fine. Big claw feet suit her climbing well enough, and even if she looks kinda scary and glows in the dark, she can still help people! When she's embarrassed, or surprised, or a number of other things in this form, she'll glow brighter. Whoops. As a furnace, essentially, the Zhilians just fucking eat whatever. A rock? Yum. Cronch.
Personality: Zilvala is a woman with a fairly dry sense of humour, and usually keeps an even-keel sort of tone. Or she tries to. It's not particularly difficult to fluster her, and her temper can be pretty damn quick to ignite as well. She's passionate! She's pretty good at expressing anger! Still, at her core, Zil does her best to aid others and wants more than anything to devote her time to helping people and saving lives. She's just not great at relating to people emotionally or connecting to them, but she tried. Compliments fluster her, and while she's a shameless flirt with cute girls, it's easier to be realistic and practical when tears come into play. She can't make someone calm down, but she can remove whatever is upsetting them from the equation so they calm themselves. Zil's just a woman out here doin' her best...despite stress, anxiety, and a ton of insomnia. Damn.
Powers, Skills, and/or Resources:
Zil has different powers she can access based on what form she takes-- or if she has her handy dandy sword friend present. He's a pendant sometimes, too. It's complicated.
HUMAN FORM:
Shapeshifting: Unbeknownst to her, Zil has always been able to switch between her alien form and a form more suited to those around her at will. It's likely her parents forced this in her prior to leaving her at the orphanage, as she only really knows her Human form. It's also the only other form she can change into! She's only got two!
Healing Hands: While Zil has yet to use this ability, she is able to heal the wounds of an individual via touch by sacrificing her own energy and using it to accelerate the target's own bodily processes. This can leave her quite exhausted, depending on the extent of the wound. It allows her to heal wounds more serious than medigel might, but at quite the price to herself. It's all equivalent exchange, baby! Wanna heal an injury to someone's liver? Might shut her own down in the process if she doesn't beg her companion for some sort of energy source! There's probably math involved but she's not the best at that shit!
Medical knowledge/training: The bitch is going to school to be a surgeon! Maybe a field medic! Originally, she studied to be a general practitioner! Choices are hard! She knows about anatomy! She knows about health shit! She's pretty smart in this field and not smart in a whole lot of others!
Motorcycle: Zil has a motorcycle. She's good at driving it. She has a car, too, but who cares.
Strong: Zil works out. Her alien form is definitely stronger, but she's no slouch as a human.
Fire manipulation/generation: It's tremendously limited in her human form, but she can use her alien powers to conjure and wield limited amounts of fire.
ALIEN FRIEND TIMILTY: Who knows what the hell this pendant does. Though he's a sword sometimes. They glow? They talk? They're smart? If she asks real nicely and offers them energy for sustenance, they'll lend her their powers for bit. That can be nice...if they decide they want to be helpful and not snarky or unreasonable. Which is rare.
ALIEN FORM: Zil is from a race of aliens known as Zhilians! How nice of her parents to name her Zil!
Height: Zil gets tall! At least for her. 6'8" isn't enormous, but it's over a foot difference.
Strength: Super strong! Those muscles aren't just for show, and the Zhilians are a worker class so they're damn good at lifting and moving things!
Stamina: As great workers, the Zhilians don't tire too easily!
Fire manipulation: The Zhilians breathe fire! They can melt shit with their hands! They're very warm and hate summer and heat! Wow!
Healing hands: Yep. They can heal by touching shit. Works a little better in this form but will catch up with her when she switches back.
Agility: While not particularly agile and admittedly kinda clumsy, the Zhilians can run quickly on all fours or two legs if they want! They're great climbers.
Last resort: The Zhilians fucking blow up if they die in a violent manner. Zil gets stabbed and dies? Big ass explosion of fire. Huge bomb. Must be all that internal heat and pressure.
Biography: Zil was originally born on the planet Ventroyavosar. It's a planet that was just beginning a revolution when she arrived into the world, and her parents sparked something even bigger with a particularly potent protest. Intending only to make a statement and maybe cause some chaos, they broke and snuck into the dwelling of a Kel'Dorizi- or the ruling class of their planet. Stealing into his chambers, they snatched his glowing sword, a status symbol of those in power.
This proved to be a much bigger deal than they figured, and within hours the place was in chaos. Voices could be heard across the planet broadcasting the theft, and calling for the criminals to be turned in.
They had no choice. Zil's parents bundled her and a few of their belongings up- as well as the sword, which constantly chided them and spoke of their impending punishment- and made their way off-planet in a Kel spacecraft. While the Kel fancy themselves conquerors and boast of off-planet colonies, they don't seem to be the fastest in their takeovers. They take their time moving methodically, and have toyed with the Zhilians for a very, very long time. Because of this, her parent's goal was to travel as far away as they could, hoping distance would keep them safe from any kind of scanning the Kel could do for their missing alien artifact.
Their panicked escape led them to Earth, where their ship nearly broke down coming into the atmosphere. Their vocal sword companion was injured in the touchdown, and retreated into a simple pendant form. Any attempts to speak to them were failures. Tired, lonely, and terrified, they worked to quickly disguise themselves among the other humans, and did the same with their young child. Wanting her to grow up on this planet safe and happy, they gave her up to an orphanage after only a week of staying, leaving her only with a pendant and a piece of paper with her name: Zilvala. Barely able to speak the language, her parents disappeared, and 23 years later Zil still hasn't heard from them.
Being a young baby, Zil was adopted fairly quickly. She was only at the orphanage for a year before a couple scooped her up and didn't want to put her down. Kainui and Odile Ndubueze adopted her in California, keeping her name and quickly adapting her to their family life. Fully capable of having children themselves, they always wanted to adopt only one, and devote their time to raising them when they both had steady jobs, stable income, and a bit of savings. This time happened to come in their 30's, and happened to perfectly overlap with a little alien girl needing a home. Of course, they had no way of knowing Zil was an alien. She was just a little girl with a genetic abnormality that made her hair white, and a pendant so long it had to be twisted thrice around her neck so she could wear it. They decided to keep it safe, and gave it to her when she hit 11 after telling her of its importance.
Zil's childhood was fairly uneventful. She never really got sick or tremendously injured, and did well in her studies with effort. Sure, she was picked on and teased by her peers for a number of reasons, but who wasn't? She had a few friends and acquaintences she could spend time with during classes and work with on group projects, and that was all her parents wanted. Still, she didn't get along well with most of her teachers, and her father knew the Principal and Counselor by name due to teacher complaints about his daughter's sharp tongue. The history teacher in particular seemed to dislike her. Still, his practices were dumb and his opinions in general were stupid and wrong. His fault, according to Zil. Not hers.
Despite all this, she was able to get a few recommendation letters from her high school teachers to the medical school she had her sights set on. Every day, she wore that pendant, and when her parents told her she had it the day they adopted her, she considered it a good luck charm. It was with her when she applied to the school, there with her when she was accepted, and there for every test she took.
College was not easy for Zil. She needed to study constantly to keep up, which left little time to relax. Working out was the easiest way for her to maintain some semblance of control over her life, and while she did so in highschool she really leaned into the routine in college. Still, it helped her through, and she managed to graduate towards the top, easily securing a decent residency at a local Oakland hospital.
Only recently did Zil realize there was something odd about her, and had to consider a different path in her life. She grew up loving heroes and keeping up with a lot of their news, finding them exciting and interesting but feeling like that life definitely wasn't for her. Most kids liked heroes. That's just the way kids are. Adults are supposed to be realistic, though. She thought she had no powers, but she still wanted to save people, so a doctor was her next best bet. Now she finds out she's an alien and accidentally wakes up a dormant sentient artifact posing as a pendant when she's pacing around her room and everything turns upside down!
Zil's an alien. She's got a damn necklace that can talk and turn into a sword. She's got super powers. Considering these new factors, she's at a bit of loss. She's still in residency and trying to finish that out, but she can't very well sit around with powers like this and not do something. On the treadmill, she plans a costume. Drinking a smoothie, she considers a way to get info. Laying in bed, she thinks of an alias. This was a part of her, and definitely changed what she could realistically attain.
Maybe it's time for a change of pace.
Friends, Family, Acquiantances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else:
Adoptive Father: Kainui (Kai) Ndubueze. Works as an insurance agent. White collar without being a bastard. A large, Somoan man who likes to meet with his daughter to work out on the weekends. Loves his family to bits, and just wants what is best for them. He is human and has no powers of his own, finding a lot of heroism to be nice, but rather misguided. Also, very destructive? Jesus Christ, are heroes and villains destructive. Likes to golf. Likes bad jokes. Has an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook' that he only wears when he grills. Owns a fanny pack. A very traditional, doting father.
Adoptive Mother: Odile Ndubueze. Social Worker. Cares for kids more than anything besides her family. Upon marrying Kai, decided she didn't want her own kids before changing her mind and choosing to adopt. Odile is human, with no powers of her own. She loathes villains, and thinks anyone who would ever put children in harm's way is the scum of the Earth. Lower, even. She is not a violent woman, until the safety of kids is involved. Enjoys bad soap operas and action movies. Wore black lipstick during her daughter's teenage years to teach her how to apply it properly. Not great at making anything but fish stew. A standard, career driven, loving mother.
Alien Friend Timilty: Zil practically just met Tim officially. Even though she's technically known them since she was a child? They were dormant at the time, and only woke recently due to her own completely accidental interference. At this point, they seem sassy and generally unhelpful. Kinda just needy. Still, they're currently the only connection she has to this newfound heritage, and she's eager to learn more.
Biological mother: Unknown Zhilians.
Biological father: Unknown Zhilians.
Anyone else:Whoever Zil meets after we start. She was never particularly close with her professors or classmates, and considers her internship and residential relationships to be professional. She's not great at reaching out to and talking to people, and has never really wanted to prior to this enormous personal revelation of finding out she's a fucking alien.
Time to turn over a new leaf!
Aliases: None, presently.
Date of Birth: November 6th, 2026.
Place of Birth: Somewhere? Shit, Zil's not sure. She was adopted. Now she knows she wasn't born on Earth, but that opens up the rest of the universe. Could be anywhere, really. (Ventroyavosar. A cold, giant planet rich in resources.)
Place of Residence: Oakland, Bay Area, California. A pretty decent apartment, supplied to her by paying stupid amounts of rent and also recommendation from the hospital. The city has been, y'know, crazy gentrified. In the past thirty years many businesses and startups have cropped up, believing beyond a shadow of a doubt that they're making things better for the residents. In some ways, they are! In other ways, they definitely aren't. The corporations basically have the residents under their thumbs, only offering to better the city for their own benefit. Sure, they cover up their intentions and claim it's for everyone, but the dollars they use are tax dollars or dollars skimped and cut from workers wages. There's not much else that can be done though, as a lot of mega corporations drive out any smaller businesses attempting to establish themselves and carve out a small part of the city they can have control over. Nothing really gets done without funding, and the corporations are definitely willing to fund things if they benefit in some way. Because of this, the city is overrun with advertisements, and many people stay with their company so they dont get run out and end up homeless. Even the college and hospital falls prey, and considering Zil's time frequently spent at both in the past few years, she's grown pretty damn tired of it. Even the historic parts of the city aren't fully safe, and are on their way to being touched up and treated. Can't have old, ugly shit in this bright, shining city, right?
Appearance: Zil is a dark skinned woman standing at about 5'1" in her human form. Her eyes are a warm brown, and her hair- perhaps the most striking feature about her- is white. She kinda just tells everyone she greyed early, and will jokingly say college debt was a large contributing factor to that...even though her hair's been this way since she was a baby. Zil just doesn't mention that part.
It's clear, based on how cut and fucking shredded she is, that Zil deals with her stress through exercise. She's a regular at the local gym, and even excercises during her breaks in her residency. It's left her with a fairly impressive physique, though more functional muscle than bodybuilder-esque. Not to say she's a total health nut, of course. She still enjoys drinking and pizza? Who doesn't? Zil ALSO likes to knit and sew to decompress! It's therapeutic. Writing helps as well, and she keeps a diary. Shit helps. She wears primarily dark clothing, and fancies black lipstick. There's a scar that runs through her lips on the right side, and shes got a number on her hands, knuckles, knees, and back.
In her alien form, Zil stands at approximately 6'9", her skin black and the fur along her legs and shoulders a contrasting white. Her eyes, mouth, the palms of her hands and feet, and a number of vents along her body are a bright, luminous gold, and radiate heat and warmth. She's got thumbs, at least, which is super cool! Also, retractable claws so she can climb really good with her hands, or do delicate work like typing awkwardly on a phone or gingerly picking up a child! She's also got horns, and a number of other features that don't really make her look quite human, but that's fine. Big claw feet suit her climbing well enough, and even if she looks kinda scary and glows in the dark, she can still help people! When she's embarrassed, or surprised, or a number of other things in this form, she'll glow brighter. Whoops. As a furnace, essentially, the Zhilians just fucking eat whatever. A rock? Yum. Cronch.
Personality: Zilvala is a woman with a fairly dry sense of humour, and usually keeps an even-keel sort of tone. Or she tries to. It's not particularly difficult to fluster her, and her temper can be pretty damn quick to ignite as well. She's passionate! She's pretty good at expressing anger! Still, at her core, Zil does her best to aid others and wants more than anything to devote her time to helping people and saving lives. She's just not great at relating to people emotionally or connecting to them, but she tried. Compliments fluster her, and while she's a shameless flirt with cute girls, it's easier to be realistic and practical when tears come into play. She can't make someone calm down, but she can remove whatever is upsetting them from the equation so they calm themselves. Zil's just a woman out here doin' her best...despite stress, anxiety, and a ton of insomnia. Damn.
Powers, Skills, and/or Resources:
Zil has different powers she can access based on what form she takes-- or if she has her handy dandy sword friend present. He's a pendant sometimes, too. It's complicated.
HUMAN FORM:
Shapeshifting: Unbeknownst to her, Zil has always been able to switch between her alien form and a form more suited to those around her at will. It's likely her parents forced this in her prior to leaving her at the orphanage, as she only really knows her Human form. It's also the only other form she can change into! She's only got two!
Healing Hands: While Zil has yet to use this ability, she is able to heal the wounds of an individual via touch by sacrificing her own energy and using it to accelerate the target's own bodily processes. This can leave her quite exhausted, depending on the extent of the wound. It allows her to heal wounds more serious than medigel might, but at quite the price to herself. It's all equivalent exchange, baby! Wanna heal an injury to someone's liver? Might shut her own down in the process if she doesn't beg her companion for some sort of energy source! There's probably math involved but she's not the best at that shit!
Medical knowledge/training: The bitch is going to school to be a surgeon! Maybe a field medic! Originally, she studied to be a general practitioner! Choices are hard! She knows about anatomy! She knows about health shit! She's pretty smart in this field and not smart in a whole lot of others!
Motorcycle: Zil has a motorcycle. She's good at driving it. She has a car, too, but who cares.
Strong: Zil works out. Her alien form is definitely stronger, but she's no slouch as a human.
Fire manipulation/generation: It's tremendously limited in her human form, but she can use her alien powers to conjure and wield limited amounts of fire.
ALIEN FRIEND TIMILTY: Who knows what the hell this pendant does. Though he's a sword sometimes. They glow? They talk? They're smart? If she asks real nicely and offers them energy for sustenance, they'll lend her their powers for bit. That can be nice...if they decide they want to be helpful and not snarky or unreasonable. Which is rare.
ALIEN FORM: Zil is from a race of aliens known as Zhilians! How nice of her parents to name her Zil!
Height: Zil gets tall! At least for her. 6'8" isn't enormous, but it's over a foot difference.
Strength: Super strong! Those muscles aren't just for show, and the Zhilians are a worker class so they're damn good at lifting and moving things!
Stamina: As great workers, the Zhilians don't tire too easily!
Fire manipulation: The Zhilians breathe fire! They can melt shit with their hands! They're very warm and hate summer and heat! Wow!
Healing hands: Yep. They can heal by touching shit. Works a little better in this form but will catch up with her when she switches back.
Agility: While not particularly agile and admittedly kinda clumsy, the Zhilians can run quickly on all fours or two legs if they want! They're great climbers.
Last resort: The Zhilians fucking blow up if they die in a violent manner. Zil gets stabbed and dies? Big ass explosion of fire. Huge bomb. Must be all that internal heat and pressure.
Biography: Zil was originally born on the planet Ventroyavosar. It's a planet that was just beginning a revolution when she arrived into the world, and her parents sparked something even bigger with a particularly potent protest. Intending only to make a statement and maybe cause some chaos, they broke and snuck into the dwelling of a Kel'Dorizi- or the ruling class of their planet. Stealing into his chambers, they snatched his glowing sword, a status symbol of those in power.
This proved to be a much bigger deal than they figured, and within hours the place was in chaos. Voices could be heard across the planet broadcasting the theft, and calling for the criminals to be turned in.
They had no choice. Zil's parents bundled her and a few of their belongings up- as well as the sword, which constantly chided them and spoke of their impending punishment- and made their way off-planet in a Kel spacecraft. While the Kel fancy themselves conquerors and boast of off-planet colonies, they don't seem to be the fastest in their takeovers. They take their time moving methodically, and have toyed with the Zhilians for a very, very long time. Because of this, her parent's goal was to travel as far away as they could, hoping distance would keep them safe from any kind of scanning the Kel could do for their missing alien artifact.
Their panicked escape led them to Earth, where their ship nearly broke down coming into the atmosphere. Their vocal sword companion was injured in the touchdown, and retreated into a simple pendant form. Any attempts to speak to them were failures. Tired, lonely, and terrified, they worked to quickly disguise themselves among the other humans, and did the same with their young child. Wanting her to grow up on this planet safe and happy, they gave her up to an orphanage after only a week of staying, leaving her only with a pendant and a piece of paper with her name: Zilvala. Barely able to speak the language, her parents disappeared, and 23 years later Zil still hasn't heard from them.
Being a young baby, Zil was adopted fairly quickly. She was only at the orphanage for a year before a couple scooped her up and didn't want to put her down. Kainui and Odile Ndubueze adopted her in California, keeping her name and quickly adapting her to their family life. Fully capable of having children themselves, they always wanted to adopt only one, and devote their time to raising them when they both had steady jobs, stable income, and a bit of savings. This time happened to come in their 30's, and happened to perfectly overlap with a little alien girl needing a home. Of course, they had no way of knowing Zil was an alien. She was just a little girl with a genetic abnormality that made her hair white, and a pendant so long it had to be twisted thrice around her neck so she could wear it. They decided to keep it safe, and gave it to her when she hit 11 after telling her of its importance.
Zil's childhood was fairly uneventful. She never really got sick or tremendously injured, and did well in her studies with effort. Sure, she was picked on and teased by her peers for a number of reasons, but who wasn't? She had a few friends and acquaintences she could spend time with during classes and work with on group projects, and that was all her parents wanted. Still, she didn't get along well with most of her teachers, and her father knew the Principal and Counselor by name due to teacher complaints about his daughter's sharp tongue. The history teacher in particular seemed to dislike her. Still, his practices were dumb and his opinions in general were stupid and wrong. His fault, according to Zil. Not hers.
Despite all this, she was able to get a few recommendation letters from her high school teachers to the medical school she had her sights set on. Every day, she wore that pendant, and when her parents told her she had it the day they adopted her, she considered it a good luck charm. It was with her when she applied to the school, there with her when she was accepted, and there for every test she took.
College was not easy for Zil. She needed to study constantly to keep up, which left little time to relax. Working out was the easiest way for her to maintain some semblance of control over her life, and while she did so in highschool she really leaned into the routine in college. Still, it helped her through, and she managed to graduate towards the top, easily securing a decent residency at a local Oakland hospital.
Only recently did Zil realize there was something odd about her, and had to consider a different path in her life. She grew up loving heroes and keeping up with a lot of their news, finding them exciting and interesting but feeling like that life definitely wasn't for her. Most kids liked heroes. That's just the way kids are. Adults are supposed to be realistic, though. She thought she had no powers, but she still wanted to save people, so a doctor was her next best bet. Now she finds out she's an alien and accidentally wakes up a dormant sentient artifact posing as a pendant when she's pacing around her room and everything turns upside down!
Zil's an alien. She's got a damn necklace that can talk and turn into a sword. She's got super powers. Considering these new factors, she's at a bit of loss. She's still in residency and trying to finish that out, but she can't very well sit around with powers like this and not do something. On the treadmill, she plans a costume. Drinking a smoothie, she considers a way to get info. Laying in bed, she thinks of an alias. This was a part of her, and definitely changed what she could realistically attain.
Maybe it's time for a change of pace.
Friends, Family, Acquiantances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else:
Adoptive Father: Kainui (Kai) Ndubueze. Works as an insurance agent. White collar without being a bastard. A large, Somoan man who likes to meet with his daughter to work out on the weekends. Loves his family to bits, and just wants what is best for them. He is human and has no powers of his own, finding a lot of heroism to be nice, but rather misguided. Also, very destructive? Jesus Christ, are heroes and villains destructive. Likes to golf. Likes bad jokes. Has an apron that says 'Kiss the Cook' that he only wears when he grills. Owns a fanny pack. A very traditional, doting father.
Adoptive Mother: Odile Ndubueze. Social Worker. Cares for kids more than anything besides her family. Upon marrying Kai, decided she didn't want her own kids before changing her mind and choosing to adopt. Odile is human, with no powers of her own. She loathes villains, and thinks anyone who would ever put children in harm's way is the scum of the Earth. Lower, even. She is not a violent woman, until the safety of kids is involved. Enjoys bad soap operas and action movies. Wore black lipstick during her daughter's teenage years to teach her how to apply it properly. Not great at making anything but fish stew. A standard, career driven, loving mother.
Alien Friend Timilty: Zil practically just met Tim officially. Even though she's technically known them since she was a child? They were dormant at the time, and only woke recently due to her own completely accidental interference. At this point, they seem sassy and generally unhelpful. Kinda just needy. Still, they're currently the only connection she has to this newfound heritage, and she's eager to learn more.
Biological mother: Unknown Zhilians.
Biological father: Unknown Zhilians.
Anyone else:Whoever Zil meets after we start. She was never particularly close with her professors or classmates, and considers her internship and residential relationships to be professional. She's not great at reaching out to and talking to people, and has never really wanted to prior to this enormous personal revelation of finding out she's a fucking alien.
Time to turn over a new leaf!
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Species: Zhilians
Homeworld: Ventroyavosar
Abilities: The most notable ability of the Zhilians is their ability to heal. One must be able to physically touch another individual to do so, but by transferring energy between the two targets and naturally speeding up the target's system, they have the ability to heal beyond surface level wounds. The only issue is that it exhausts the individual healing, but it has kept them well enough to work for eons. The Zhilians are also quite strong, are known for their fairly impressive stamina, and seem to have a sort-of internal heat. This is what causes the warm glow through the vents in their skin, and what allows them to, eventually, breathe fire. Some of the metal on their planet has a low enough melting point to be melted and sculpted by the Zhilians themselves. They also detest hot weather and don't favour daytime.
Oh. Yeah. And they fucking blow up if the manner in which they die is violent. Something with that internal heat and pressure bursting out of their punctured skin. Very messy.
Physical Description: Mostly humanoid, the Zhilians are bipedal and stand around 6 and a half feet tall. While their feet can best be described as clawed and paw-like, their legs support their wider upper bodies well enough, and they can run on 2 or 4 legs efficiently. Their skin is black while the soft, down-like fur that covers their legs and shoulders is white. Their hands (equipped with opposable thumbs like a humans, nice) as well as a number of vent-like slits about their bodies show off bright, nearly-molten gold. Their eyes and mouth also display this bright contrast, and the Zhilians are warm to the touch. Despite this, they still could easily be mistaken for a human with a fluffy jacket on, were they viewed from behind and silhoutted by the dim light of evening. Of course, their horns might give them away. Or the yellow glow.
History: Unfortunately, much of the Zhilians history has been lost to the ages. Also, probably lost due to Kel'Dorizi interference.
Species: Kel'Dorizi
Homeworld: Unknown.
Abilities: Hyper-intelligent, the Kel'Dorizi are masters of their own life-energy. To them, everything is energy, or a potential energy-source. They can take this energy and drain it to accomplish a number of things. Fueling themselves, they can achieve great feats of strength, energy constructs, energy blasts, energy propulsion, energy transferal, and so on. It is limited only by their individual life energy, and the will they have to dominate and steal from those around them.
It is unknown whether these powers are their own, or if they come from the large, shining blue weapons they carry at all times. A status symbol, the Kel'Dorizi are rarely seen without these tools, using them almost as extensions of themselves. One might see them lift up the chin of Zhilians with one, close doors with them, walk with them like a cane, or even speak with them. The tools, it seems, even speak back. The extent of the weapon's intelligence is unknown, but they appear to be wholly sentient.
Physical Description: Large, multi-limbed, and imposing. Something that looks like torn, wet fabric hangs off of their bodies, concealing many of their facial details save for four long, sharp eyes and a large, fanged mouth that stretches across their head. A lot of their physical traits seem to differ by individual, but many have multiple thick, trunk-like arms that warn of typically undisplayed strength. Many of them have extra skin that hangs around their limbs, likely acting as extra cushion. Bipedal, the smallest ones easily reach upwards of 10 feet tall, and their voices are deep, rumbling, and imposing.
History: The Kel'Dorizi did not evolve on their current Homeworld, but simply took it over from the Zhilians. The coordinates of their originating planetary system are unknown, and they do not seem keen to share these details. It is assumed they arrived from a distant star-system. They boast of several off-world colonies, and numerous war victories to dominate and conquer the smaller races inhabiting those places.
Shared History: The Kel'Dorizi have effectively enslaved the Zhilians for thousands of years. While the Kel seem to live for a very long time, most Zhilians don't live for longer than 200 years. This could be due to physiology, or due to the grueling work conditions the Kel put them through. The planet is massive, and the Kel entertain themselves by having their workers build and tear down things for them rather endlessly, constantly bartering among themselves for land and monuments. Prior to the attempted revolution, any Zhilians that resisted or spoke out were swiftly dealt with and then disposed of. The most powerful Zhilians was no match for even a young Kel'Dorizi, and it's that violence that kept them in line for centuries.
However, about three days before Zil's own departure from the planet, her parents were the first to act. Fed up with the treatment and finally coming into their own wills and personalities, they took a chance. While a Kel slumbered, they took his shining blue longsword and fled. Hours later, the bellowing and alerts filled the air, sirens telling of a massive infraction in the colony. People were looking for them, which meant hiding was not enough. Especially not with doors being torn down.
Once Zil's parents fled the planet, sword still in hand...well. They found their way to Earth, taking refuge where they hoped was far enough away from the Kel influence.
Species: ????
Homeworld: ????
Abilities: While their name is unknown, the tangible nature of these creatures is something that's been previously observed. They appear to favour the form of objects and tools, particularly weaponry and strange, curved blades. They also provide their hosts with a slew of energy related abilities in exchange for some energy. A parasite needs to eat, and they're at least making it worth their owner's while by letting them fly, read auras, create constructs, fire off energy blasts...or even transfer energy. There's a lot of power at someone's fignertips, so long as they promise compensation and don't mind donating the necessary amount. Gotta have a little over for them to snack on, after all. The creatures are intelligent, capable of audible speech as well as telepathic communication with a linked host. They also appear to have individual personalities, despite their dependent existences.
Physical Description: No matter what form they take, they always remain a beryl sort of blue. They also seem to favour the guise of items made of metal, for reasons not entirely known.
Species: Zhilians
Homeworld: Ventroyavosar
Abilities: The most notable ability of the Zhilians is their ability to heal. One must be able to physically touch another individual to do so, but by transferring energy between the two targets and naturally speeding up the target's system, they have the ability to heal beyond surface level wounds. The only issue is that it exhausts the individual healing, but it has kept them well enough to work for eons. The Zhilians are also quite strong, are known for their fairly impressive stamina, and seem to have a sort-of internal heat. This is what causes the warm glow through the vents in their skin, and what allows them to, eventually, breathe fire. Some of the metal on their planet has a low enough melting point to be melted and sculpted by the Zhilians themselves. They also detest hot weather and don't favour daytime.
Oh. Yeah. And they fucking blow up if the manner in which they die is violent. Something with that internal heat and pressure bursting out of their punctured skin. Very messy.
Physical Description: Mostly humanoid, the Zhilians are bipedal and stand around 6 and a half feet tall. While their feet can best be described as clawed and paw-like, their legs support their wider upper bodies well enough, and they can run on 2 or 4 legs efficiently. Their skin is black while the soft, down-like fur that covers their legs and shoulders is white. Their hands (equipped with opposable thumbs like a humans, nice) as well as a number of vent-like slits about their bodies show off bright, nearly-molten gold. Their eyes and mouth also display this bright contrast, and the Zhilians are warm to the touch. Despite this, they still could easily be mistaken for a human with a fluffy jacket on, were they viewed from behind and silhoutted by the dim light of evening. Of course, their horns might give them away. Or the yellow glow.
History: Unfortunately, much of the Zhilians history has been lost to the ages. Also, probably lost due to Kel'Dorizi interference.
Species: Kel'Dorizi
Homeworld: Unknown.
Abilities: Hyper-intelligent, the Kel'Dorizi are masters of their own life-energy. To them, everything is energy, or a potential energy-source. They can take this energy and drain it to accomplish a number of things. Fueling themselves, they can achieve great feats of strength, energy constructs, energy blasts, energy propulsion, energy transferal, and so on. It is limited only by their individual life energy, and the will they have to dominate and steal from those around them.
It is unknown whether these powers are their own, or if they come from the large, shining blue weapons they carry at all times. A status symbol, the Kel'Dorizi are rarely seen without these tools, using them almost as extensions of themselves. One might see them lift up the chin of Zhilians with one, close doors with them, walk with them like a cane, or even speak with them. The tools, it seems, even speak back. The extent of the weapon's intelligence is unknown, but they appear to be wholly sentient.
Physical Description: Large, multi-limbed, and imposing. Something that looks like torn, wet fabric hangs off of their bodies, concealing many of their facial details save for four long, sharp eyes and a large, fanged mouth that stretches across their head. A lot of their physical traits seem to differ by individual, but many have multiple thick, trunk-like arms that warn of typically undisplayed strength. Many of them have extra skin that hangs around their limbs, likely acting as extra cushion. Bipedal, the smallest ones easily reach upwards of 10 feet tall, and their voices are deep, rumbling, and imposing.
History: The Kel'Dorizi did not evolve on their current Homeworld, but simply took it over from the Zhilians. The coordinates of their originating planetary system are unknown, and they do not seem keen to share these details. It is assumed they arrived from a distant star-system. They boast of several off-world colonies, and numerous war victories to dominate and conquer the smaller races inhabiting those places.
Shared History: The Kel'Dorizi have effectively enslaved the Zhilians for thousands of years. While the Kel seem to live for a very long time, most Zhilians don't live for longer than 200 years. This could be due to physiology, or due to the grueling work conditions the Kel put them through. The planet is massive, and the Kel entertain themselves by having their workers build and tear down things for them rather endlessly, constantly bartering among themselves for land and monuments. Prior to the attempted revolution, any Zhilians that resisted or spoke out were swiftly dealt with and then disposed of. The most powerful Zhilians was no match for even a young Kel'Dorizi, and it's that violence that kept them in line for centuries.
However, about three days before Zil's own departure from the planet, her parents were the first to act. Fed up with the treatment and finally coming into their own wills and personalities, they took a chance. While a Kel slumbered, they took his shining blue longsword and fled. Hours later, the bellowing and alerts filled the air, sirens telling of a massive infraction in the colony. People were looking for them, which meant hiding was not enough. Especially not with doors being torn down.
Once Zil's parents fled the planet, sword still in hand...well. They found their way to Earth, taking refuge where they hoped was far enough away from the Kel influence.
Species: ????
Homeworld: ????
Abilities: While their name is unknown, the tangible nature of these creatures is something that's been previously observed. They appear to favour the form of objects and tools, particularly weaponry and strange, curved blades. They also provide their hosts with a slew of energy related abilities in exchange for some energy. A parasite needs to eat, and they're at least making it worth their owner's while by letting them fly, read auras, create constructs, fire off energy blasts...or even transfer energy. There's a lot of power at someone's fignertips, so long as they promise compensation and don't mind donating the necessary amount. Gotta have a little over for them to snack on, after all. The creatures are intelligent, capable of audible speech as well as telepathic communication with a linked host. They also appear to have individual personalities, despite their dependent existences.
Physical Description: No matter what form they take, they always remain a beryl sort of blue. They also seem to favour the guise of items made of metal, for reasons not entirely known.