Nicknames: Well, she's one half of the Crow Girls. But that's not really a nickname, probably not maybe so~
Height: Shorter than 5'1", and "childsized".
Weight: "lightweight", hollow bones and all.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark~ 'cuz that's a color
Build: Small, light, punkette meets bird person sort of look.
What's Okay To Mention Around Her: Lots of stuff. Most stuff. Probably any stuff. She's got the attention span of a ferret on crack. Do what you will when talking to her and most likely she'll either forget you're there and change the topic or ... talk back, yay! Cuckoos are not appreciated and might warrant a visit from the switchblade, but besides that there's not much that makes her 'serious'. Well, her friends, but they aren't here. And even during serious moments she's not exactly the Serious Business type.
Abilities:
Zia's a corbae, and has been around since the like, dawn of time. Or whatever. When Raven stirred the world out of the pot and all. She's OLD as OLD. She knows a lot of stuff, but forgets a lot of stuff. Uh, she can change shape. Girl to crow to girl to crow and presumably wear other skins, though I don't think she has in canon. She can heal small stuff and large stuff. Uh and has fighting ability of some kind.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: I like a heads up, but 'side from that...
Maim/Murder/Death: Uhhh, sure. Poke me first, and we'll see what's up.
Cooking: Does cooking involve eating sugar? If so, yes. If not, no.
Kissing/Hugging: Sure! She likes to grab people's hands and dance too.
Notes for the Psychics: Her mind is a whirlpool of now. She ignores the past and doesn't think about the future. And she's reaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyy old. And, ferret on crack.
Anything Else?: uhm. I prolly forgot something, SO FEEL FREE TO HIT ME UP YEAH.
OKAY SO I THOUGHT ABOUT IT, people with SEEKRITS like crossdressing and/or extra ... .. stuff. UHM. She probably knows. I don't think she cares though. The only characters that have made the Crow Girls judge them on what they are is the Cuckoos and that's a long sort of standing feud. She and Maida do things like see the little dark broken up bits of some of their friends in the books and sometimes 'pull it together'. But, I am assuming, like with most of their attention spans, it only matters because it's their friends. Other people ... ... uh, probably... she forgets or doesn't remember to care. >_>;
She loves sugar.
And... personal property isn't exactly something she remembers.
- Mood:cheerful
Series: Charles de Lint's Newford novels
Character Age: As old as the world, at least -- but Zia appears about as a teenage punkette, depending on who's looking.
Canon: Charles de Lint is an 'urban fantasy' writer, plopping a mix of European and Native American myths and mythological figures into a good old North American city -- Newford. Newford is a city with it's buskers, artists, professors, girls who walked out of websites, gremlins, los lobos, and of course a whole host of 'Corbae', which is easiest to think of as 'bird people'. Zia is a crow girl, and one of the oldest of them all -- not that you'd know that. She and her other half, Maida, live in a tree, eat sugar and call it tea, are just general light hearted and all around silly. They know so much that they find it easier to just forget it all and live in the present rather than remember the past.
Like crows the girls are easily distracted by sweets and sparklies and often seem to be pretty carefree and childlike. They often have a weird speech pattern and play off of each other when they talk.
it's a big big world
we are wise wise women
we are giggling girls
we both carry a smile
to show when we're pleased
we both carry a switchblade
in our sleeves
Sample Post:
Hellooo~ hihihi~ Hello.
Maida will be oh so veryvery extrodinarily jealous of what I've found. It sparkles and shines and changes. And I found it first. The person who found it the firstest was me! A trisket a trasket, I found it in my basket~ like that, only, without the basket and the trasket. And without the trisket. But I found it, this Campfuciliciously Dead~.
Let's play a game, maybe it will make you smile. You know, a game, a game, like the one where you sit down and duck and duck and then goose and run? Okay! Duck, duck, dead, deader, deadest. You're the deadest goose not-alive! ... Oh, you're supposed to get up and chase! And then if you catch me I have to be the goose, but I'm going to be the alive goose because I'm not dead. Maida would like to play too, but she's so not h~e~r~e~.
Ooooh~ this tree here, see? I live in a tree, but it isn't like this one. This one is a safe sex tree. Is being safe the same upside down as it is right side up? Or is it more dizzier? Or is it efas? That's backwards through the mirror.
You all must be backwards~ That would explain why you are dead and moving instead of alive and moving. Does this mean that when you are alive you sit so veryveryvery still and pretend to be underground? I can hold my breath for~~ever.
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72.3
- Mood:awake
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