p.e.r.s.o.n.a.l.i.n.f.o.r.m.a.t.i.o.n //

Name; Zenzi Nevaeh Beddor
Nicknames; Z. Call her anything else and you shall have a very unhappy female on your hands.
Place of birth; Berlin, Germany
Date of birth; April 15
Age; 22
Gender; Femme
Preference; Bi-sexual
Martial Status; Single
Occupation; It would be lovely if Z could be a bartender at Cat and Mouse.

a.b.s.t.r.a.c.t.m.a.k.e.u.p //

Personality;

the bad,

Do not screw around with Zenzi Beddor.

By no means would she beat you to a pulp if you did [though if given a bat or chair or something of the sort, she'd get right to doing that], but getting on her bad side just isn't a good idea.
Zenzi has a list and if you are on said list, revenge and chaos will occur sooner or later.

How much scheming and thinking she puts in her plans for vengance will vary on just what you did to piss the girl off. For a minor thing, she may just nonchalantly steal your boyfriend or spread a rather nasty rumor about you. Perhaps she may even snatch your street clothes while you're running around in gym class.

Perhaps, though, you did a horrendous thing that Zenzi would never forgive you for. If that is the case, watch your back. She will stalk around and cause physical harm that you can not blame her for, since Zenzi isn't stupid and will make sure that no one else would be around. Hell, maybe you won't even see her there.

Yes folks, the teen will push you down the stairs or knock your head against a wall.
She's done it before.

If you've done something that brings out a killer instinct, you'd best stay away from the chemicals when she's around and stay away from low windows. Zenzi can cook something up that'll leave you an atrocious burn and she'll be pretty sneaky about it. There's not a chance that she'll do anything that would actually kill a person...

But she does enjoy seeing people she dislikes in pain.
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The girl's determined.

This can be both good and bad, but for the most part its going to be on the former option. Why? Simple. The things she wants will mean she's going to have to knock someone over to get it.

She wants that hottie over there, making out with his girlfriend? She'll get him somehow.
Which means that the now ex-girlfriend is going to be dumped and forced to watch her lover make out with that pretty little raven-haired girl.

Zenzi wants that $300 purse in the window and she's lacking the money? At best, she'll earn it. At worst, she's going to unleash the sexual side of her, do just about anything that's not sex, and then leave with the purse and never speak to the worker again.

And she's not even guilty about it at all.
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The girl's got her own bubble and only certain people are allowed inside. Occasionaly, she might let in a few people, but they must be rather interesting folks for that to be allowed.

Perhaps Zenzi's walking around and some indie is dissing on one of her favorite bands. Immediately, the girl will open the bubble and walk towards you and begin arguing. She enjoys debating and it's obvious.

If the arguement stops and you've got nothing else that she's interested in, Zenzi's bound to skuttle away and won't even acknowledge you again.

In other words, she's quiet and doesn't like strangers.
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She doesn't cry. It's useless, it ruins good make-up, it's dramatic, and it is weak. Zenzi doesn't care if you're crying - it isn't something that will get her to loosen up around you or help. It used to, back in high school, but certainly not anymore.

This could possibly be a good thing - that she doesn't cry - but the fact that she'll pass by a sobbing person and not even blink? Eh...not so much.
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the good,

Though it may not look like it, Zenzi's pretty loyal to the ones she likes. She's not one to stab in the back and gossip about her friends. Even if they are her enemies as well, since people have a tendancy of holding a façade and then ruthlessly attacking their 'friends', she'll ignore the comments and insults and just continue hanging with you. It takes a lot to get her upset with you if you're already a friend.

What can you do?
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There's much more to this girl, really. But Zenzi is complex and unpredictable so you shall have to find out things for yourself.

Have fun with that.

Tendencies;

Zenzi has a tendency to -

• drink alcohol
  
• throw things
  
• ignore you
  
• take two hour baths
  
• come five minutes early for her job
  
• read
  
• forget birthdays
  
• argue
  
• get headaches
  
• tease
  
• speak before thinking
  
• bite her bottom lip when thinking
  
• bluff
  
• organize things
  
• and glare

Likes;

• Cartoons
  
• Comic books
  
• Reading
  
• Horror movies
  
• Sweets
  
• Shopping
  
• Music
  
• Reading
  
• Baths
  
• Sushi
  
• Alcohol
  
• Audrey Hepburn
  
• Black and white movies
  
• Most of the old stars from the 20s - 60s
  
• Debating
  
• Making people squirm
  
• Journalism
  
• Crime shows
  
• Coffee
  
• Chai Tea
  
• Tennis
  
• Animals
  
• Quiet
  
• Puzzles
  
• Snow
  
• Chemistry
  
• Clubs
  
• Her job
  

Dislikes;

• Ice cream
  
• Gossips
  
• Idiots
  
• Most people
  
• Those who constantly ask questions
  
• Sun
  
• Homophobes
  
• Sexists
  
• Her parents
  
• Her brother
  
• Cars
  
• Kids
  
• Squash
  
• Homework
  
• Perverts
  
• Loud noises
  

p.h.y.s.i.c.a.l.a.l.l.u.r.e //

Apperance;

Standing at about 5’4, Zenzi is rather short for her age. She stopped growing back in middle school and unfortunately ended up her mother’s height. Still, Z doesn’t let that stop her from doing anything, though she has been known to climb up on taller people’s backs (stranger or no) and grab something from a higher shelf.

Petite and slender, Z has a lithe body like a dancer’s – though she never even dared to try to become such a thing. Being quick on her feet certainly has its advantages, especially when she’s been working at bars since she turned 21. She’s narrowly dodged drinks thrown back at her when the customer didn’t like it (though she’s never messed up an order) and dodged the gropes of occasional courageous co-workers.

It’s also been very good to have when Mikell attempted to throw something back at her during the days they lived together.
Despite the season, Zenzi is almost always tan. Contrary to popular belief, it is natural and she does not use some crazy spray/lotion type of thing.

Zenzi finds the stuff smells disgusting anyway.

The female feels uncomfortable having her entire body clothed, so some skin is bound to be showing. It could be cleavage or her stomach or legs or something. She will never be fully covered up if she can help it.

Face-wise, Z is rather pretty. Her lips aren't full but they aren't thin either; they're just the right size for her face. Her nose is ski-sloped, though Zenzi finds that the tip is a little more bulbous than it should be. Her black hair frames around her oval face and she's got cheekbones high enough to be a model's. As for her eyes...there's no telling if they're large or almond-shaped or whatnot. She always accents them with make-up and enjoys using colors that bring out the color in her orbs.

Naturally black, Zenzi's hair has been dyed in two other colors (blonde and a shade of red-brown) but currently has no chemicals in the locks. The reddish-brown never really worked out and the girl didn't really have time to lighten it before moving to Deathagos. Not that it really matters. After all, Z’s never really been one to care about appearances.

The style varies as well, depending on whether or not she bothers to do anything with it that day. Sometimes he'll pin it up and give it some volume in the front, sometimes she'll just leave it be. Zenzi rarely gets haircuts, as she hates having the locks anywhere away from her shoulder, which obviously tells you that you will not be seeing any sort of pixie hairstyle on the girl anytime soon.

Overall, Zenzi doesn't really care about appearances. She doesn't own a car, she doesn't own any high fashion articles, she doesn't waste his money on material things, and plainly just tries to have fun in her own way.

Represented by; Christina Aguilera
Height; 5'4
Weight; 125
Hair; Black, though she has been known to dye it blonde and a red-brown color. Her locks are naturally curly, but she prefers it straight and she hates to cut it, so it's actually quite long.
Eyes; Blue, always lined with eyeliner and mascara
Body; Slender
Tattoos;

• Small flower on inner right wrist and just under the bikini line
  

Peircings;

• 1 in each ear
  
• Right side of her nose
  
• Lower lip (though she doesn't always wear it)
  
• Nipple (like her lower lip, she doesn't always wear this either)
  

p.a.s.t.r.e.c.o.r.d.s //

History;

"I was born April 15 in Berlin, Germany. That's all I can tell you about my baby years, considering that my brain was still developing. Not that you'd be missing much, aside from my first word, my first steps, my first foods, yadda yadda. I can't quite say its too interesting.

I do remember the first move. Daphne and Luis always wanted to go elsewhere about every three or four years. They waited until I was five though, before we ended up moving to Spain. God, I remember my parents were starting to regret it since they... Well, they never really learned much Spanish. I'm still fluent in the language to this day. I remember starting school and always reading different books, rather than go outside and play with the other kids. I've got some fuzzy memory of a girl that I befriended but the relationship didn't last long. Three years later and we moved. Again.

At eight years old, I was kind of annoyed that we had to move to the U.K. and I had to learn English. So now there I was, drinking tea and eating biscuits while wondering if I should bother making friends this time.

I did.

My friends there were amazing and taught me as much as English as possible, since all I really knew was Spanish and a bit of German.

And then grand-daddy died when I was ten and we had to move. After tears and soft good-byes, we headed to France so Luis could take care of the oil company.

God, was I miserable. I had just learned English and now I had to learn another language. My peers sneered at me, since it was then that my mother and father started having affairs with other people.

Of course, everyone knew.

Ech. Then...my brother has the gall to go and fuck Daphne!

Well, that went around the town faster than the Roadrunner from the WB cartoon and our family was labeled as a bunch of whores.

When I turned eleven, we didn't have to worry as much. Daphne packed up and left, saying that Luis was getting too old and that the sex wasn't as fun with him as it would be with younger men.

I felt ridiculous. I'm eleven years old and I have no idea what they mean by 'sex' because I haven't exactly been taught what that was.

Then again, who in their right mind would want to teach me that? Some of the citizens protected me, hoping to God I wouldn't end up like my parents or big brother [which I didn't, thank you].

So Daphne was out of my life and Luis was diagnosed with prostate cancer two years later. The idiot didn't find out until it was too late so he died when I was fourteen.

Since Luis had taken over Daphne's dad's job, he controlled all the money and wasn't about to leave it to some run-away wife who had insulted his sex. All the money Luis had went to my older brother, who whisked me away to Flax, PA since Luis had apparently won a house there when he had gambled and it hadn't been used.

At least here I didn't have to learn another language.

I got into a lot of fights in eighth grade, though I rarely ever threw a punch. Most of the time I just drove the imbeciles out of school or made them shut up. The latter was more common though, since it was a bit easier.

Tsk.

Then my brother ends up having sex with one of my eighth grade teachers and I had to defend myself again. By now, I knew what it was [though I hadn't actually done it] and I wasn't too happy with Mikell.

I threw a vase at him.

Needless to say, Mikell has learned that doing certain things with my teacher was not allowed and I finally gained control.

Ninth grade came along and here, things flared up. Being fifteen, I was incredibly unsure of myself and things were rather chaotic. I followed my brother to parties, made-out with both girls and guys, got drunk, got a little dirty, and basically had fun.

That is until I nearly got raped.

I can remember that like it was yesterday and I blame myself for it. I have to admit, I was a little flirty that night and sent the wrong [or right, depending on who you are] signals to one of my brother's friends.

So, he lead me to an empty room and things were happening. I remember soft gasps when we played around with each other and then the guy was starting to pull off my clothes. I was all right with a little bit of fooling around, but this guy was clearly asking for sex. I tried stopping him and he slapped my hand away, saying that he was going to take me whether I liked it or not. Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do until I remembered: He was my brother's friend. Which meant that my big bro was around here somewhere....

So I screamed.
I screamed Mikell's name loud and clear while I struggled against the guy trying to pull off my skirt. He was about to shut me up when Mikell barged in, saw the scene, kicked the guy off me, picked up my clothes in one hand and then yanked me up and over his shoulder. So while I'm half-naked, my big brother is lecturing me and dragging me out of the house so we can return home.

That's really about the only time that Mikell ever did something nice.

Ninth grade finished up fairly quickly without another fiasco like that and I changed.

No one messed with me.
The idiots that did ended up getting hurt somehow or another.
I sent one to the hospital with a concussion; I don't take too kindly to sexist remarks.
I escaped the party scene and ended up becoming friends with people that were my opposites.

The Supremes back in Mammoth Academy were my friends and enemies. I learned to deal with their behavior and I was usually the one to help them out of situations. I schemed things if we wanted revenge and admittingly, I still love making people miserable and seeing them squirm.
The Supremes may not have been the sweetest people...
But I've grew quite fond of them. We had our fights, obviously, especially with my affair with some Indie guy that dealt ecstasy and shit.

Nevertheless! I graduated high school fairly easily (It may not seem like it, but I'm pretty damn smart) and after that, Mikell was ready to pack up and leave, till I stopped him. He may be an ass, but with enough persuasion I got him to stay until I had some sort of job and could pay the bills for the apartment.

So a year came and went and then...
I stopped him again.

It wasn't on purpose actually - I got tossed in jail for a Class A misdemeanor for simple assault. There was a $4,000 bail, but my brother isn't that nice. I didn't deny that I was guilty - I had beat up that kid pretty good.

I was at a party when it happened. I loathe people who take advantage of drunk people and this guy just happened to pick on the friend I came with. To make this clear, the only time I go to parties is when I have a friend - a close friend - who's done shit they regretted and may need some sort protection. Whether it's to hold them back or act as a bodyguard, I'll go with just for that reason.

My friend got drunk. Like, 10 bottles of beer drunk.

This kid, Mike something or another, saw her as the perfect sex target. When I looked up from my DS game and found her missing, I was on an all-out hunt for the chick. The party was in a house.

Guess where I found her.

The host's parent's bedroom. Not only was she drunk, but the whole damn thing wasn't consensual. He had her stripped to her bra and boyshorts and the whole time, she was struggling against him. Immediately, I was after him. I mean, I nearly got raped once as well.

It's not a fun thing.

I shoved him to the ground and started punching and scratching and beating the guy. He didn't have a chance to retaliate - I was up fairly quickly and I was soon slamming his head against the wall. I was amazed he didn't get a concussion, but then again I seriously can't complain. I think my sentence would have been worse if I had caused that.

I ended it all with a kick to the back of the head and dragged my friend out of there.

As you can tell, he obviously brought the case to court. Now, I'm sure you're curious as to just why I was guilty even though it was some sort of defense. See, the friend that was almost raped and that I had defended declined that she had been drunk or that he had sexually assaulted her or anything like that.

She was against me the whole way through.

I was guilty and placed in jail in less than a month.

I finally got out when I was twenty and went back home. Mikell finally had the chance to leave and I took care of the house for a while. Getting bored of the town, I found out about a place called Deathagos.

The history and the location interested me and I packed up and left."

Family;

the mother, 54 aliveandmissing

{Daphne Mikila Beddor}



There was never anything wrong with Daphne as a young woman. The female was born in a life of luxury as her father was a French oil tycoon and her mother a wedding gown designer. Being the outrageous party girl of her social group, Daphne had many friends, even more one night stands, and even more hangovers. However, Daphne was restless and adventurous and in her early twenties, the woman moved to New York City, where she met Luis. The rest, obviously, is history.

Mrs. Beddor is a strange woman, who has actually aged quite gracefully. Her blonde hair isn't dyed, but eventually it'll fade into a powdery white and Daphne will most likely have a panic attack. For her, looks are everything. She's always wearing the most fashionable thing, even if she hates the bloody style, and will do almost anything to get attention. Her blue hues are always on the look out for younger, handsome men and reporters. Daphne currently resides in God knows where, as Zenzi and Mikell lost contact with her eleven years ago.

the father, 57 deadandrottinginhell

{Luis Jimothy Beddor}



Now here's the man that everyone loves to hate. Luis was born to a teacher and a housewife, causing a major lack in the money department. Luis had a habit of scaring people, finding friends in books rather then other kids his age. It was after reading a certain novel that an idea came to Luis and he twisted into the bastard he was when he died. The man wanted money and he'd get it...by dating rich girls. Besides her looks, it was the only reason that the man married Daphne.

Handsome devil was certainly how you could define Luis. The man never had a chance to grow very old, having died of prostate cancer at 57. Hell, his hair had already gone pepper and salt and wrinkles had appeared, but Luis was still sought after. Nevertheless, when he died there wasn't a soul that missed him.

the brother, 32 assbutstillhere

{Mikell Jeffry Beddor}



The bastard went out to L.A. to start modeling as soon as his kid sister turned 20. Mikell goes after his father, being vain and money-hungry. At the same time, he's a party-animal like his mother was 'back in the day'. The two siblings occasionaly have some sweet brother-sister moments... but for the most part, Mikell's out partying and his sister... isn't.

Mikell isn't too bad looking, though he looks nothing like his family members. His sandy brown hair has been dyed countless colors to see what would look best, but its seems that natural is the best way to go. He's very into the fashion industry and his sister always says that if he wasn't constantly dating some Barbie doll, she'd think he was gay. Mikell has a gorgeous smile that only appears when there's a camera and brown eyes that are rather... cold. He spent a tad too much time with his father while the man was still alive.

Note: Yes, Meranii has a note. <3
It is about the almost-rape scene.
I know that it has become rather common with girls getting raped by someone or another, but don't bitch about this one. @___@
I've had Zenzi for a while and this is her original history [though it was a bit less detailed].
It is required so that Zenzi becomes the anti-party bookworm bitch she is now.
Honestly, do you think she would have continued partying after that disaster happened?
No. She's not an idiot.