– THIS IS A SAMPLE APPLICATION FROM GHOST WITH ZAKI!
So, I’m honestly terrible at writing apps because I like... think in abstract shapes and colours and textures only, and trying to put words to that makes me cry on the best of days. My process writing this involved a lot of constant procrastination between bouts of sentences, but I tried to maintain my focus on the essence, the vibe of the character (which I hope comes through in this app). I just tackled whatever I had muse for on a given day, and only wrote as much as would come out, and this is the result, ultimately...
– PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY AN EXAMPLE & ALSO THAT IT’S NOT TO BE USED AS INSPIRATION OF ANY KIND
out of character info.
ALIAS › Ghost
PRONOUNS › he / him
AGE › 30
TIMEZONE › gmt+1 (or +2, depending on daylight saving idk)
LINES › incest, child abuse, graphic sexual violence/assault, paedophilia, animal cruelty
VEILS › physical/emotional abuse, racism, homophobia, transphobia
in character info.
CHARACTER › Zaki
GENDER & PRONOUNS › cis man & he / him
APPARENT AGE › late 20s
DISCIPLINE › Fortitude
DEMEANOUR ›
If Zaki had a choice, he wouldn’t be perceived at all. His entire being blurs the lines between nature and nurture; was he always wild eyed and violent, or is it a defence mechanism constructed from a life that threatens to swallow him whole every night? If you ask him, he’d tell you that he doesn’t know. And frankly, he doesn’t care. As long as people stay at arm’s length, he’s… well, not happy, but less on edge. What others see as standoffish, Zaki sees as a healthy and warranted dose of suspicion and mistrust. Even those who see his kind as the ultimate expression of freedom — clanless — have something to hide. He doesn’t know what, but he’s not about to wait to find out and get burnt. It’s better to kill than be killed, right? And he’s quite good at killing.
JOINING THE COTERIE ›
As much as Zaki wants to go about eternity alone, it’s just not safe. He knows survival is easier when you have people watching your back, and besides… he owed the local Anarchs a favour. Fuck knows what they would’ve asked for if he said no to this.
(UN)LIFE’S PHILOSOPHY ›
Life as a mortal was similar to life as a vampire, except that he has more power now, and no one to tell him that ripping out throats is illegal, or whatever. Sure, the Camarilla tried to tell him so much, but… that’s why he’s not a Cammie, right? His philosophy for life — or the lack of it, whatever technicalities you wanna go with — is simple: kick before you’re kicked, survive by any and all means necessary. If anything, Zaki’s incredibly adaptable to a variety of situations. And one way to stay on top of the food chain is to identify the biggest, baddest motherfucker in a given area and draining them dry.
THOUGHTS ON HUMANITY ›
Zaki tries to steel himself from the plights of others — Kindred or kine — as much as he can. Just bury his humanity deep where most nights even he won’t be able to find or recognise it, and it’ll get him through his lack of life. Of course, not as easy it sounds. He’s naturally in tune with those in situations similar to himself, and perhaps it’s his humanity rebelling against the Beast, but it’s just as loud and insistent sometimes as the urges of Blood and Beast.
LIFE EVENTS ›
— He’s twenty-nine when his life comes to an end. Not because some supernatural being saw fit to suck his blood from his body and replace it with just a drop of their own – no, that comes later. Twenty-nine and bleeding out in an alley in Banha, slow, painful, the bullet lodged in his stomach enough to seal his fate, but unfortunate enough in its placement that it would take at least a few hours. It’s the dead of night when, through sweat and the haze of pain, a figure moves closer from the mouth of the alley. They watch, stand there for a long moment. His eyes close to darkness, accepting of the end. When he wakes several hours later, it’s to a hunger he’s never felt in all his years on the street and an instinctual terror bubbling in his unharmed stomach, telling him to hide, hide, hide.
— The Blood struggles as much as the Camarilla vampire in his grip, twisting to free themself to no avail; Zaki's fangs sink deeper still and the thick Blood – thicker still than that of kine – fills his mouth. He swallows, mind bursting, finding his senses still and focus. Every gulp brings him closer to what he can only presume is a peace of some kind; the cold body turns yet colder and without the Blood to animate, the elder vampire turns to ashes as if in slow-motion. Just as the ash threatens to engulf his mouth, Zaki pulls his head back and drops what's left of the true corpse crumbling in his hands. For the first time in his miserable deathly existence, the Hunger is sated. He takes a deep breath.
EXPANDING CONNECTIONS ›
– JAZIRI - Although he doesn’t precisely understand or like it, there’s something in Jaziri that Zaki feels drawn to. Perhaps it’s the lamb to the slaughter idea they seem to inhabit, or perhaps it’s because in another life, he could’ve easily fit into their shoes. He doesn’t exactly know how to deal with this, but it makes him softer towards them than towards others.
– PEACH - Zaki suffers peach for their usefulness, as their skill in and understanding of tagging and graffiti is one of the main ways the coterie can safely communicate with other Anarchs. That said, Peach is far too loud for his liking, and he doesn’t trust it one bit.
miscellaneous info.
EXTRAS ›
Here’s a playlist, and a character blog, and a pinterest, kids!
LAST WORD ›
Hello, I see you reading this, I sure hope you have a wonderful day. (:
