Zak The Teller

Children come running to the truth But you got to peel the skin to get the food And while one is living high, another is grieving But what sweet by morning is bitter by the evening

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Black & Blue || Zak & Ayanna

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ailes-de-fleurs :

It was probably not the best idea to go on a hunt when she was tormented by the thoughts of someone’s death. To surround oneself with more death seemed counter intuitive. However, hunting always helped Ayanna clear her mind. It wasn’t so much about the kill as it was about the chase and the focus. She wasn’t looking for sustenance, wasn’t so hard pressed that she really needed to catch a game. Ayanna just required that adrenaline flow to burn away the thoughts plaguing her mind. She could still hear the clatter of the sword that Wolfgang flung at her feet, echoing in her mind. 

Dusk gave way to night. The darkness of the night gave way to the light of dawn. Ayanna spent all of those hours alone in that forest, chasing different animals, tiring out her overworked, undernourished body, in the hopes of clearing her head. The sorrowful thoughts faded back into her mind like a dull ache that she could live with. As long as it wasn’t like someone was holding her heart inside their hand and squeezing it tight, she could function. Eventually she did catch a few quails that she tied together to bring back to Sanctuary so that no one appears suspicious of her disappearance. Trading the game birds off, she trudged back to her small home to have a quick wash and perhaps catch a few minutes of rest if her mind would allow that.

However, as she approached her place she noticed the all too familiar face from the distance and rose her brows in surprise. “Hey!” She called out warmly while walking up to him. “Isn’t it a little too early to be up and about?” Ayanna jested with a small amused smile which was quite dim as compared to her usual smile whenever she was with Zak.

As he heard the sound of footsteps walking towards him, he lifted his head. The dim light from the sunrise made it easier to see, but he could tell by their gait who it was. A half smile graced Zak’s face. Not much of a change to his usual greeting, though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Taking in her words, he laughed a little as he answered. “I didn’t sleep.”

Looking at the messy state she was in due to her time hunting, he felt bad for waiting for her. Hand reached up to rub his neck in embarrassment as he let out a small sigh. He should have slept, his mind was everywhere due to it running on fumes. Opening his eyes wide to try and take in as much light as he could in an effort to wake himself up. “I can wait if you want to clean up.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Or we can talk later.” What were a few more hours to him? Maybe he would get some sleep, or wander the town square.

Zak didn’t bother to look into her mind for the answer even if it took no effort and at a time like this, it felt like an invasion into her most sensitive feelings. The only person he liked to open up and talk to was Ayanna, so when they were in a predicament he liked to address his feelings and opinions and listen to hers.

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Black & Blue || Zak & Ayanna

After the execution, Ayanna had disappeared on a hunt. Although the sun was close to setting, Zak couldn’t close his eyes without seeing it. The slice of the blade, the thump of the head. He watched the whole thing without batting an eyelash. Not because he didn’t feel for Voleta, she was only showing what would be considered a human emotion. No, it was to keep from looking at the masses as they either watched in fear or could barely hold back there cheers. He could still hear his Keeper’s thought’s in his head and the emotion that couldn’t come to face. 

As light melded into darkness, he sat on the border of Sanctuary and watched the trees blow to create ominous dancing shadows. Wolves cries could be heard in the distance, a beautiful sound to echo the feelings of the day. He needed to speak to Ayanna and make sure she was alright, and he would await her return. Making his way back into the town square, the sun was slowly starting to create beautiful red skies as it rose.  He wished he’d stayed out longer, as the busyness of the square was too loud for his tired mind. Vampires scurrying to their holes as the other’s pop out of their own to start their days. Standing patiently at Ayanna’s door, he dug his heel into the snow below, creating a ditch that he would fill and dig up again as he waited.

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jina-the-whisperer :

“Look, I told you I’m not going to do it so leave me alone!” she snapped at the offender who was begging her to do a seance. She was still trying to get her head around everything that had happened in the Sanctuary and had spent most of her time avoiding people. That was why she ventured out after the sun had set; in the hopes to stretch her legs in peace. However Jina was never going to be that lucky. Still, the person persisted, grabbing at her arm, “Get your hands off of me. What part of no don’t you understand!” She had no idea why they were so desperate but it wasn’t sitting well with her as she tried to shake away their grip without having to lift a hand to them. 

It didn’t take vampire sight to see that Jina was uncomfortable. Zak’s eyes roamed the dimly lit streets of Sanctuary as he awaited Ayanna’s return. Sleep could not take hold of him, for his worry was a far greater force. Catching the altercation out of the corner of his eye, in one swift motion he was on his feet and walking towards her.

“Hands. Off.” Zak looked the other in the eye, knowing they would do as he asked. His voice was quiet but steady. Head turning to Jina slightly, though his eyes never left the others before they found the ground.

“Are you okay?” Though he already knew the answer to that.

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BASICS :

Name: Zak the Teller Age: 33 Race: Wicked Affinity: Telepathy Occupation: Tribe Wicked to Sanctuary Faceclaim: Rami Malek Sexuality: Pansexual Status: Taken

TRAITS :

+ : innocent, caring, tactical

- : quiet, persistent, naive

THE STORY :

Zak grew up a quiet young boy into a quiet young man. While he preferred to keep to himself rather than play with other children, he was always a hard worker and empathetic to the plight of his fellow people. He never considered it strange that he knew certain things by looking into people’s minds. As their tribe had never seen a Wicked child before, they weren’t looking for any signs of one, and thus his ability stayed in the dark.

When Ayanna was named as Keeper, Zak believed he could trust in his childhood friend to understand that he wasn’t a danger to anyone, and to keep his secret. Ayanna, while surprised by his admission, believed that Zak’s kindhearted nature would win over any evil his magic could bear, and told no one else. When Sanctuary became a home to all species, Zak asked Ayanna to become the Tribe Wicked in an effort to protect his family.

While his status as a Wicked is now common knowledge, his affinity is not. The only one to know Zak is a mind-reader is Ayanna, though the other Wickeds are suspicious of his all-knowing personality. Despite this, he rarely uses his ability beyond when he is asked by the Keeper. Zak is more content to help in keeping Sanctuary safe rather than telling everyone’s secrets to the world, though he is unafraid of using them against someone, showing a darker side to his seemingly innocent nature.

SUGGESTED CONNECTIONS :

Ayanna Cadeyrn : Being close friends since childhood, Zak would trust Ayanna with his life. Being the key figure in helping him come to terms with his gift, he is forever grateful to her. When she became Keeper and allowed him to become the Tribe Wicked, he was enthused by the opportunities it presented him. He would use his telepathy for her if he thought it would further their cause; but even he would refuse if he thought it was unnecessary, though that was rarely the case as Ayanna knew how he felt about sharing knowledge of his gift.

Costin Petrescu :

Parnus Dark-Child : Zak enjoys the presence of the vampire more than any other of his kind, as he seems like a saint in comparison. He believes that Parnus can help him achieve his ultimate goal, with the inclusion of the supernatural. Does the Wicked trust him fully? Probably not, yet he can’t shake that Parnus is someone not to be underestimated. Though he could use his gift to see what lies beneath the others mind, he’d rather rely on his own eye for deduction then waste the energy on someone he sees as an ally. If the time should rise that he’d need to, he will

FC is SEMI-NEGOTIABLE