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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Sept 15, 2013 5:17:53 GMT -5
Real Name: Zahira Ormarr
Alias: the Black Serpent
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Curator/Vigilante
Current Status: New to Gotham
Hero, Villain, Civilian: Vigilante
Alignment: Lawful Good
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? No
Real Identity Known By The General Public? No
Abilities/Skills:
When bitten by the black cobra (Like the Egyptian Cobra), it heightened and also gave Zahira abilities or powers. All her senses have become more sensitive such as hearing, taste and of course smell. Her eyesight also became quite keen and is a vital tool in how she tracks as a vigilante. Allowing her to almost see from 330 feet, much of this keen sight is because Zahira has become super sensitive to earth bound vibrations. Her skin hasn't exactly taken mush of the physical appearance of the snake, but her skin has changed in a way it grips differently. Which can allow her to scale up buildings, much like a snake would slither up a tree. She's also good at camouflaging herself, especially in the dark and with her dark clothes. She can seem to as if out of no where appear and disappear. She uses this skill greatly to help plan out an attack. Her speed is quicker than the average human and has heightened reflexes. Some out of just skill with training, but also with the help of snake instinct. Her strength was also heightened along with her training, it is well above the average human, but not nearing being super, but she does have a grip and she can constrict as a snake could. Zahira can also make a hissing sound, much as a snake would which can help to create fear. The sound is much more like the king Cobra where it is more of a growling hiss. Much like the cobra, Zahira was also given a deadly bite. Though born with human teeth, so she grew fangs similar to a snake. They retract back into her gums. Her bite can range from a dry bite with no venom. To immobility to even death. Allowing Zahira some control over just how she bites. Her bite is generally her mark as Batman has the bat signal.
More to the other side of her abilities that weren't given by the snake bite, but certainly has helped her become a well skilled fighter. From a young age Zahira has trained in different forms of dance and pilates. Still taking dance classes as she comes to Gotham, in a form of her training. She was also trained in an ancient assassin like fighting style, Mix of Kutu an egyptian martial arts and Kalaripayattu an indian martial art. After the attack the more intense she became into this form of fighting. It is very much a fight that teaches one to use the body as the weapon, along with being trained to also use weapons. Now mixed with her snake like instincts. Her fighting style has become much her own style. Noted for being creepy and powerful, brought by her numerous combat stances and her flexible frame helped greatly by her dance background. Her movements resemble greatly the snake, but also the spider and insects, like the mantis, beetles and scorpions.
Zahira has a great knowledge in fighting, but also in ancient egyptian History which allows her to be a very good curator, much like her mother. Also a well descent singing voice, but not so used.
Weakness:
As much as Zahira was effected by the snake. She is still very much human, just a little portion of her DNA has changed. So even though all her senses are heightened, she is hardly a superhuman. She makes up her loses with her fighting skills. But she can beaten. She isn't immune to being damaged or even killed. Though she can heal a little faster, it still takes time, even longer depending on how vast the damage is. Also with such sensitive senses it has become over whelming for Zahira, not so much these days as she's learnt to control them, but there's still a lot to learn. They can sometimes run her dry as her human parts can only take so much. Especially her eyes. Zahira wasn't born with great eyesight to begin with, she had always worn glasses as long as she could remember. So with this new addition to her eyes, it can sort of strain the muscles and vessels in her eyes. Resulting in her wearing her glasses during the day not only for some form of disguise, but from the sensitivity of the light. The surroundings. By night her eyes are generally more rested.
Zahira's blood temperature has reduced quite a lot, that she is very much running on cold blood. Generally the need of as much sun as she can get, but she is human which allows her the strength to carry out in the night. Almost like solar powered, but when faced with under average cold conditions, Zahira doesn't favour as well. Especially involving ice. She might not exactly freeze to death, but it can cause a lot of pain. Much like a bare skinned human in the snow, just a few times more colder.
Then there are the snake charmers. So few exist and it can be hard to define who or even what they are. Because they are so clever. Trying to find control of the snake. Something Zahira has had experience of in the past. The temptation if you will of the dark side. Even though she overcome it before, she fears if it would happen again. Given this and the general nature of the snake. Zahira is very secretive. Trust is hard to gain. Along with her snake instincts. Just like a snake, if threatened the more aggressive Zahira can be, though it can depend on the threat, but there can be the unexpected times of her fangs. She has trained hard not to lose control, but she knows there could be a chance she might accidentally kill when she doesn't want to do it. Having lived much her life in ways of training and learning mostly about what she is. She was home schooled. Zahira hasn't had a lot of the normal kind of life. So there is a lot of things she is to experience and to get used to. For example she has never been to the cinemas or simply sat in a park.
Appearance:
By night Zahira Ormarr is rarely seen. Instead replaced by her Black Serpent attire. She is new in town, so it is questionable whether anyone has taken sight on her look. For those who have or will, it mightn't be for long. Though black is generally the theme. Sleek and that slightly dangerous vibe. Generally sexy. She is the walking cold bloodied creature after all. Her skin doesn't shed like a snake, but her costume is not always the same. It is random as to what she wears. Sometimes she might wear an outfit a few nights in a row. Its just a matter of choice, really. The theme is generally the same. It is always black. Generally leather or something similar. Always high heels. Her hair is generally slicked back in a ponytail. Long down her back. There isn't a great deal of make-up, save the black shadowy liner around her eyes. Her mask in her own way. Zahira would describe her Black Serpent look as being fierce.
By day is when Zahira Ormarr herself comes out. The Black Serpent is all but hidden. Her look is vastly different. Not so much black, more light in tones as far as clothing. More earthy, but still with the slight camouflage feel. Everything is generally more softer. She's well put together as a curator, with that slight add of class, but she still has a sexy vibe. Along with her glasses. When she isn't working. Her look is more relaxed and her hair is generally out. It reaches a decent length, thick silky black in colour. Her brown eyes are quite a feature. Born with that naturally darker tone in skin and during the day her make up is very natural. A little more if she's going out. Her day look she would describe as being lighter, earthy and more true to who she is.
Personality:
Black Serpent
Just like the snake, The Black Serpent is quite the mysterious creature. Mostly she keeps to the shadows and is a very secretive character. She isn't exactly out to make friends. That's not to say Black Serpent is entirely cold besides her blood, but she doesn't make the effort. Most are too afraid and the other half she finds hard to trust. She keeps a vast persona of danger and fear. Much as a snake would. Even though it isn't her intention as such to scare those she saves, it happens more times than she would probably prefer, but she has come to use it when she is against the enemy. There is a badness that is associated with her, many may confuse her as a villain. Which though she doesn't favour that feeling, she tries to use it as a benefit and to her advantage. When fighting The Black Serpent style is more of a hunt. Like locating a target. It might not always be the same, but for the most part she just might out of know where creep up on you. She isn't much of a talker during fights, but she does have a sharp tongue. She shows very little fear, like many snakes and when provoked the more aggressive she can be. A very strong, but yet a very lonely creature. There is a temptation to go over to the dark side. There is that streak that The Black Serpent fights to control. As in her heart of hearts she believes she is good. Much like her parents before. Sometimes the things we fear the most are what saves us.
Zahira Ormarr
Zahira Ormarr is the other side of the snake. She quite timid and secretive. Not entirely shy as she can speak when spoken to, but Zahira keeps to herself. She always has from an early age. Once close to her parents, but they travelled a lot and Zahira never quite fitted in. Something always separated her from the rest of the world. As if she was just a shadow. When her parents died, Zahira kept even more to herself, but she finds in certain areas where she can express herself more. As such in her profession as a curator, she can find herself giving lectures or speeches. Giving tours for expeditions, where she knows what she is talking about and its not exactly talking about herself personally. Its much easier to do that. Helps she has a deep passion for the ancient world, as did her mother before her and it has just fascinated her since she was a child discovering the temples. Finding there was always something new to discover, filled with mysteries and legends. Myths and stories. It is very much a part of her culture and believes. She had a deep appreciation for the stars, astrology. Zahira is very disciplined, has been since she was a child, but greatly helped by her master who took her under his wing. She's not had a lot of down time in her life or really the desire to.
When she isn't working at the museum. Zahira is generally keeping in shape. Some fight training. She does a lot of dance to help keep her in shape and is the fun element to her day. Just beginning to join a dance class in Gotham, she might just find friends. Most of her nights consume with roaming the streets as her darker half. Zahira takes pride in the fact she can help save those she can. The drawback most she save very rarely see her as the hero, more someone to fear, but Zahira is used to feeling like the outcast. Even in truth it isn't the greatest feeling. She keeps much of her inner thoughts to herself. When she is spoken to. Zahira is quite a warm person, much warmer than her persona. She does have side of her personality that is a little more outgoing. Especially if one gets to know her. Zahira does like to always keep a distance. Whether to protect herself from being hurt again or to protect others from herself. There is a part of her that is a danger to herself. She was manipulated once before and she fears it could happen again. She's not completely out of touch with the modern world, but her hard working nature has hindered her from experiencing a lot of what the world has to offer. Zahira is excited to be in a new city. Not to mention another part of the world. Gotham was her father's hometown. Something he had rarely talked about. Zahira doesn't know what to expect. It is a much darker place than the bright desert she was raised in, but Zahira is confident she can make it feel like home. For now.
Background:
Zahira Ormarr was born in the city of Cairo in Egypt. Her mother was a well respected curator in the city and her father was an american adventurer from Gotham City. Zahira for many years didn't entirely understand what that meant, but one would imagine her parents had planned to tell her the truth when she was much older. Her childhood was vastly enjoyable as she can remember it. She would make a small group of friends, but never really ever making great bonds or even a close friend, but she had her life to eventually fit into the world. There was many times spent learning about the country she was born in. Learning a lot helping her mother at the local museum where she worked. Learning the history of ancient egypt. Her mother was also very spiritual because of this, it would become something Zahira would also believe in. Zahira was just as close with her father. She had began dance classes very young, it didn't take long before after watching some of her father's fight training, that Zahira became interested. So she began some basic training of this ancient assassin like way of fighting. Just slowly learning how to use her body and to protect herself. She always had a natural way of moving.
One evening after her training along with father who had been away the past couple of days, so Zahira had been very excited. Learning even something new. They later met up with Zahira's mother at the Museum. It was going to be the first night as a family in a while. Though there had be some rare artefacts as far as Zahira knew that had drawn the attention of not such good people. Not short after arriving. The power was cut. Blackness surrounded Zahira and her family. The sounds of doors shutting and being locked. There be no escaping. What happened next is still much a blur to Zahira, but more she remembers over time. There was an attack of dark clothed men. There was a struggle. Talking over something Zahira didn't know at the time, before she could grasp and filled with fear. There was fighting. Her parents did what they could. Protecting their child. There was no way to run though and her parents though skilled. Were wounded and eventually they were killed. There was just enough light from the moon through the window. To see all the blood that covered the floor. Their lifeless bodies. Not long after they had fallen. They went after Zahira. She struggled. Recalling some of her basic training, but being so young they easily overtook her. Brutally attacked by a knife. Zahira soon joined her parents upon the floor. Only she wasn't quite dead yet, but her body was motionless. She barely clung to life.
Never feeling. Never noticing as her body was moved. Along with her parents. Their bodies were thrown in a river. Leaving no trace who exactly did it. Zahira laid just by the shore, emerged much by the water. Death would have claimed her. Save a miracle of sorts came to save her. A black snake. Much like a Black Cobra. Slid from the darkness and sank its fangs into her wrist. It is unknown how long it exactly bit. Instead of killing her. It saved her life. Eventually Zahira emerged mostly confused, but very much alive. Yet never the same again. As the snake's venom now flows forever in her veins.
When she awoke was much a swirl of a new world. Every sense in her body was enhance. Frightened and unsure, soon came help. Something Zahira had not expected. As a man found the young girl clung in fear behind a rock. He soon became her guardian. Her teacher. Her master. As he once did for her father. It was soon then she learnt the true nature of her parents. They were vigilantes. Though she still didn't know everything, but her master said that one day she would. Over the course of the next years Her master taught her how to fight with the ancient training and also how to deal. To control her new found powers. She wasn't after all entirely human. In which Zahira felt more the odd one out. Feeling even more the outsider than she had been before especially at school. One day her master said that there would come a time she would be tested. Where she would be tempted. He didn't go into detail as it was hers to face and depending how she faired, would determine if she ready to be a vigilante. The day came when she was roughly 16. It came in the form of a young teen boy. It wasn't long until she fell for his charms. He was the snake charmer. Slowly she began to listen to him more and more. At first it innocent. Zahira soon found the first real bond in her life. Maybe even love. But soon bit by bit the snake charmer took Zahira down a dark path. It started with some smaller crimes, but it soon grew to much more. That at a point Zahira wasn't exactly sure what she truly believed anymore. Until one evening after getting in her head, tempting her to kill and she came close, but finally she could take no more. As the voices of her parents broke through. She couldn't take the life. Thats when the temptation of the charmer began to break. He was anything than charming. The bruises along her skin and in her head showed it. She could not take the abuse any longer and now she saw him for what he was. Within the heat of the argument, Zahira learnt he was in fact a son of one of those who murdered her parents. Feeling beaten. Broken. Weakened. Zahira spent the next years picking herself back up. This time she not only turned to her master, she turned to the temples. The history of the ancient world. Many years she studied the depths of the temples. Particularly the legends of the snake. Between the long hours in the desert and temples. Zahira build her training. Hoping to do good as her parents once did. She knew she had lived for a reason. Though she knew the temptations of evil would come again, she had to be prepared to fight it. Zahira took to a job that her mother once had as a curator. It was not much after that Zahira began to saving in different parts of the city. Eventually she was dubbed the Black Serpent. Though not fully satisfied and if by chance she was offered a curator position in Gotham. The home of her father, there was plenty she still didn't know. Finally her master insisted she was ready for the start of her destiny.
Current Associates:
- Dick Grayson - Nightwing
Current Enemies:
- Man-Bat
Other Relationships:
[n/a]
RP Sample:
It had a been a long day in Gotham. Zahira Ormarr was just finishing the last few minutes of giving a tour in the newest addition to the museum, the Egyptian expedition. Giving the gifted insight into the legends. The myths. Most important the history. The Cleopatra section was the most popular and largest of the sections. The last pharaoh of egypt and the most famous woman in history. This was the last bit of the tour. With sculptures and artefacts. Zahira knew this part of the history very well and rather fascinated by it herself. Mostly because of Cleopatra's intellect and how she shaped Egypt. Most important the connection with the Cobra. The very same species that had killed Cleopatra, bit and changed Zahira. Her hand helped balance her glassed upon her nose as she gave the last of her answers from those who had questions. Soon the tour group had departed. Zahira finished up and locking her office. Walking back through the expedition. It felt like home. She could almost smell the sand. Feel the sun beat firm and hot on her skin. Well, it was close to feeling home. Zahira faintly smiled.
Exiting the building. Only to be greeted with the overcast sky. Rain. It was defiantly a different place than where she was from. It wasn't golden and warm. There were darkness and shadows. Tall buildings and tight alleys. As the night grew closer the darker this city would get. There was beauty to the city. It had a air about it that felt like Zahira was meant to be here. It was a new home. A new beginning. A start to a destiny Zahira had only taken the first steps towards. Heading back to her place. In good measure, to beat the rain to an extent, but Zahira quite liked the rain. Despite how her skirt and blazer now slightly stuck to her. Her hair went a bit flat, but eventually made cover. Zahira had a small fortune that helped purchase a decent apartment in the apartment complex. It was somewhere in the middle floors. Decent view.
Getting inside, Zahira shut her door and headed to her closet. The night was soon upon her. As she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt. In a certain section she kept well hidden, Zahira pulled out her more darker attire. Slipping on a black skin tight jumpsuit. Breathing in as she zipped it up tightly up the front. It was strapless. A leather cuff was clasped. Strapped on some leather fingerless gloves. Slipping on some black heels, with a supportive strap just for that extra aid. Putting her glasses upon her dresser. Carefully apply thick eyeliner around her eyes. Finally slicking her hair up and tied it up in a pony tail. To run black and long down her back. Flicked off her lights as she slid open a window into the now much darker sky. Climbing down the back staircase from her balcony. Came down low as her feet planted on the ground. Hands to the ground, she felt the vibrations stronger. There was something a few blocks over. Slipping into the sewers underneath. So better to track the vibrations. Keeping her senses open and more on point. Walked in away as if she was the shadow, creeping subtly through the darkness. Stopping short. Her head searched around. As she smelt the fear above. Heard the echoes, the vibrations that came through the roof. A hand reached for the ladder and climbed. Slid the lid off ever so quietly. A dark hand met with the ground and another, slowly crawling out. Upon spotting was a decent sized man threatening a woman in the alley, pinned against the wall with a knife. The whimpers had been what drew the creature of the night. Sliding the lid back over, it made a ringing sound. When the thug turned an eye. There was nothing there. Slipping into the shadows. Making use of the space. Slithering from spot to spot. A growling hiss was heard. Faint. A warning. As he turned again, came the glimmer in his eye a hint of fear, but nothing was there in his sight line. He turned back to the woman he had pinned. Only did then the growling hiss returned. The other direction, deep in the dark and when he turned. Was the first time he came eye to eye with The Black Serpent. In a crawl position somewhere within the darkness, that only her outline was seen and the gleam from her eyes. As he dropped his defence the smell of fear was ever more present. It made under her skin tingle warmly.
Unable to tell it was a woman in black. Hearing the hiss of a snake, enough to send shivers down most peoples backs. As then subtly her fingers clawed her across the ground towards him. Started off slow, like a moving shadow, the thug drew back. Unsure. Uncertain. Backing away from the approaching creature. As he quicken, so did the serpent. Her eyes pin pointed on her target. The world around was present for any sudden movement, but her mind was focused on her victim. Sending shivers down his spine. She smirked as she crawled a little quicker. Quicker. Quicker. That the thug squirmed. Turned to run. As quick as his turn. Her reflexes were faster. As he was met with The Black Serpent. The woman in black. Frightening him on the spot as she stared at him with her cold gaze. The thug with a shaken hand motioned a swing with his knife. A snarl came to her lips as her with a sharp move. Her hand came to his elbow. His shoulder. Twisting it, the knife drop and soon came a snap to his arm. He turned to run, but just as quick came her lunge. Her fangs exposed sunk firm at the skin of his neck. As her weight came, the man tumbled over until he fell to the ground. Lips pressed around as the venom dripped through his veins. His eyes slowly drooped. His limbs ceased movement. Letting go before his heart would cease. Leaving two tiny holes at his neck. There came footsteps. A light voice. 'Thank-you, Thank-you… Who are you?' The woman had pleaded her gratitude and curiosity of who had just saved her. In reaction Black Serpent turned her face. With still her fangs dripping with venom. Then came the scream from the woman. She didn't stay long. Sunk her fangs back up and wiped the venom with her arm. Soon came the sounds of sirens. Slowly as The Black Serpent had come. She crawled back into the dark, this time towards the wall and hand by hand gripped tight. Her muscles in her torso helped her to climb. To crawl. To slither up the side of the building. Kept hidden by her black attire against the dark of the night. Crept out of sight as the unseen hero. Not so easily understood and not so easily explained. Just as that the creature slipped to the roof. The Black Serpent was hidden within the night. Ever so subtly the growling hiss echoed until the next target.
Alias: the Black Serpent
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Curator/Vigilante
Current Status: New to Gotham
Hero, Villain, Civilian: Vigilante
Alignment: Lawful Good
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? No
Real Identity Known By The General Public? No
Abilities/Skills:
When bitten by the black cobra (Like the Egyptian Cobra), it heightened and also gave Zahira abilities or powers. All her senses have become more sensitive such as hearing, taste and of course smell. Her eyesight also became quite keen and is a vital tool in how she tracks as a vigilante. Allowing her to almost see from 330 feet, much of this keen sight is because Zahira has become super sensitive to earth bound vibrations. Her skin hasn't exactly taken mush of the physical appearance of the snake, but her skin has changed in a way it grips differently. Which can allow her to scale up buildings, much like a snake would slither up a tree. She's also good at camouflaging herself, especially in the dark and with her dark clothes. She can seem to as if out of no where appear and disappear. She uses this skill greatly to help plan out an attack. Her speed is quicker than the average human and has heightened reflexes. Some out of just skill with training, but also with the help of snake instinct. Her strength was also heightened along with her training, it is well above the average human, but not nearing being super, but she does have a grip and she can constrict as a snake could. Zahira can also make a hissing sound, much as a snake would which can help to create fear. The sound is much more like the king Cobra where it is more of a growling hiss. Much like the cobra, Zahira was also given a deadly bite. Though born with human teeth, so she grew fangs similar to a snake. They retract back into her gums. Her bite can range from a dry bite with no venom. To immobility to even death. Allowing Zahira some control over just how she bites. Her bite is generally her mark as Batman has the bat signal.
More to the other side of her abilities that weren't given by the snake bite, but certainly has helped her become a well skilled fighter. From a young age Zahira has trained in different forms of dance and pilates. Still taking dance classes as she comes to Gotham, in a form of her training. She was also trained in an ancient assassin like fighting style, Mix of Kutu an egyptian martial arts and Kalaripayattu an indian martial art. After the attack the more intense she became into this form of fighting. It is very much a fight that teaches one to use the body as the weapon, along with being trained to also use weapons. Now mixed with her snake like instincts. Her fighting style has become much her own style. Noted for being creepy and powerful, brought by her numerous combat stances and her flexible frame helped greatly by her dance background. Her movements resemble greatly the snake, but also the spider and insects, like the mantis, beetles and scorpions.
Zahira has a great knowledge in fighting, but also in ancient egyptian History which allows her to be a very good curator, much like her mother. Also a well descent singing voice, but not so used.
Weakness:
As much as Zahira was effected by the snake. She is still very much human, just a little portion of her DNA has changed. So even though all her senses are heightened, she is hardly a superhuman. She makes up her loses with her fighting skills. But she can beaten. She isn't immune to being damaged or even killed. Though she can heal a little faster, it still takes time, even longer depending on how vast the damage is. Also with such sensitive senses it has become over whelming for Zahira, not so much these days as she's learnt to control them, but there's still a lot to learn. They can sometimes run her dry as her human parts can only take so much. Especially her eyes. Zahira wasn't born with great eyesight to begin with, she had always worn glasses as long as she could remember. So with this new addition to her eyes, it can sort of strain the muscles and vessels in her eyes. Resulting in her wearing her glasses during the day not only for some form of disguise, but from the sensitivity of the light. The surroundings. By night her eyes are generally more rested.
Zahira's blood temperature has reduced quite a lot, that she is very much running on cold blood. Generally the need of as much sun as she can get, but she is human which allows her the strength to carry out in the night. Almost like solar powered, but when faced with under average cold conditions, Zahira doesn't favour as well. Especially involving ice. She might not exactly freeze to death, but it can cause a lot of pain. Much like a bare skinned human in the snow, just a few times more colder.
Then there are the snake charmers. So few exist and it can be hard to define who or even what they are. Because they are so clever. Trying to find control of the snake. Something Zahira has had experience of in the past. The temptation if you will of the dark side. Even though she overcome it before, she fears if it would happen again. Given this and the general nature of the snake. Zahira is very secretive. Trust is hard to gain. Along with her snake instincts. Just like a snake, if threatened the more aggressive Zahira can be, though it can depend on the threat, but there can be the unexpected times of her fangs. She has trained hard not to lose control, but she knows there could be a chance she might accidentally kill when she doesn't want to do it. Having lived much her life in ways of training and learning mostly about what she is. She was home schooled. Zahira hasn't had a lot of the normal kind of life. So there is a lot of things she is to experience and to get used to. For example she has never been to the cinemas or simply sat in a park.
Appearance:
Black Serpent
By night Zahira Ormarr is rarely seen. Instead replaced by her Black Serpent attire. She is new in town, so it is questionable whether anyone has taken sight on her look. For those who have or will, it mightn't be for long. Though black is generally the theme. Sleek and that slightly dangerous vibe. Generally sexy. She is the walking cold bloodied creature after all. Her skin doesn't shed like a snake, but her costume is not always the same. It is random as to what she wears. Sometimes she might wear an outfit a few nights in a row. Its just a matter of choice, really. The theme is generally the same. It is always black. Generally leather or something similar. Always high heels. Her hair is generally slicked back in a ponytail. Long down her back. There isn't a great deal of make-up, save the black shadowy liner around her eyes. Her mask in her own way. Zahira would describe her Black Serpent look as being fierce.
Zahira Ormarr
By day is when Zahira Ormarr herself comes out. The Black Serpent is all but hidden. Her look is vastly different. Not so much black, more light in tones as far as clothing. More earthy, but still with the slight camouflage feel. Everything is generally more softer. She's well put together as a curator, with that slight add of class, but she still has a sexy vibe. Along with her glasses. When she isn't working. Her look is more relaxed and her hair is generally out. It reaches a decent length, thick silky black in colour. Her brown eyes are quite a feature. Born with that naturally darker tone in skin and during the day her make up is very natural. A little more if she's going out. Her day look she would describe as being lighter, earthy and more true to who she is.
Personality:
Black Serpent
Just like the snake, The Black Serpent is quite the mysterious creature. Mostly she keeps to the shadows and is a very secretive character. She isn't exactly out to make friends. That's not to say Black Serpent is entirely cold besides her blood, but she doesn't make the effort. Most are too afraid and the other half she finds hard to trust. She keeps a vast persona of danger and fear. Much as a snake would. Even though it isn't her intention as such to scare those she saves, it happens more times than she would probably prefer, but she has come to use it when she is against the enemy. There is a badness that is associated with her, many may confuse her as a villain. Which though she doesn't favour that feeling, she tries to use it as a benefit and to her advantage. When fighting The Black Serpent style is more of a hunt. Like locating a target. It might not always be the same, but for the most part she just might out of know where creep up on you. She isn't much of a talker during fights, but she does have a sharp tongue. She shows very little fear, like many snakes and when provoked the more aggressive she can be. A very strong, but yet a very lonely creature. There is a temptation to go over to the dark side. There is that streak that The Black Serpent fights to control. As in her heart of hearts she believes she is good. Much like her parents before. Sometimes the things we fear the most are what saves us.
Zahira Ormarr
Zahira Ormarr is the other side of the snake. She quite timid and secretive. Not entirely shy as she can speak when spoken to, but Zahira keeps to herself. She always has from an early age. Once close to her parents, but they travelled a lot and Zahira never quite fitted in. Something always separated her from the rest of the world. As if she was just a shadow. When her parents died, Zahira kept even more to herself, but she finds in certain areas where she can express herself more. As such in her profession as a curator, she can find herself giving lectures or speeches. Giving tours for expeditions, where she knows what she is talking about and its not exactly talking about herself personally. Its much easier to do that. Helps she has a deep passion for the ancient world, as did her mother before her and it has just fascinated her since she was a child discovering the temples. Finding there was always something new to discover, filled with mysteries and legends. Myths and stories. It is very much a part of her culture and believes. She had a deep appreciation for the stars, astrology. Zahira is very disciplined, has been since she was a child, but greatly helped by her master who took her under his wing. She's not had a lot of down time in her life or really the desire to.
When she isn't working at the museum. Zahira is generally keeping in shape. Some fight training. She does a lot of dance to help keep her in shape and is the fun element to her day. Just beginning to join a dance class in Gotham, she might just find friends. Most of her nights consume with roaming the streets as her darker half. Zahira takes pride in the fact she can help save those she can. The drawback most she save very rarely see her as the hero, more someone to fear, but Zahira is used to feeling like the outcast. Even in truth it isn't the greatest feeling. She keeps much of her inner thoughts to herself. When she is spoken to. Zahira is quite a warm person, much warmer than her persona. She does have side of her personality that is a little more outgoing. Especially if one gets to know her. Zahira does like to always keep a distance. Whether to protect herself from being hurt again or to protect others from herself. There is a part of her that is a danger to herself. She was manipulated once before and she fears it could happen again. She's not completely out of touch with the modern world, but her hard working nature has hindered her from experiencing a lot of what the world has to offer. Zahira is excited to be in a new city. Not to mention another part of the world. Gotham was her father's hometown. Something he had rarely talked about. Zahira doesn't know what to expect. It is a much darker place than the bright desert she was raised in, but Zahira is confident she can make it feel like home. For now.
Background:
Zahira Ormarr was born in the city of Cairo in Egypt. Her mother was a well respected curator in the city and her father was an american adventurer from Gotham City. Zahira for many years didn't entirely understand what that meant, but one would imagine her parents had planned to tell her the truth when she was much older. Her childhood was vastly enjoyable as she can remember it. She would make a small group of friends, but never really ever making great bonds or even a close friend, but she had her life to eventually fit into the world. There was many times spent learning about the country she was born in. Learning a lot helping her mother at the local museum where she worked. Learning the history of ancient egypt. Her mother was also very spiritual because of this, it would become something Zahira would also believe in. Zahira was just as close with her father. She had began dance classes very young, it didn't take long before after watching some of her father's fight training, that Zahira became interested. So she began some basic training of this ancient assassin like way of fighting. Just slowly learning how to use her body and to protect herself. She always had a natural way of moving.
One evening after her training along with father who had been away the past couple of days, so Zahira had been very excited. Learning even something new. They later met up with Zahira's mother at the Museum. It was going to be the first night as a family in a while. Though there had be some rare artefacts as far as Zahira knew that had drawn the attention of not such good people. Not short after arriving. The power was cut. Blackness surrounded Zahira and her family. The sounds of doors shutting and being locked. There be no escaping. What happened next is still much a blur to Zahira, but more she remembers over time. There was an attack of dark clothed men. There was a struggle. Talking over something Zahira didn't know at the time, before she could grasp and filled with fear. There was fighting. Her parents did what they could. Protecting their child. There was no way to run though and her parents though skilled. Were wounded and eventually they were killed. There was just enough light from the moon through the window. To see all the blood that covered the floor. Their lifeless bodies. Not long after they had fallen. They went after Zahira. She struggled. Recalling some of her basic training, but being so young they easily overtook her. Brutally attacked by a knife. Zahira soon joined her parents upon the floor. Only she wasn't quite dead yet, but her body was motionless. She barely clung to life.
Never feeling. Never noticing as her body was moved. Along with her parents. Their bodies were thrown in a river. Leaving no trace who exactly did it. Zahira laid just by the shore, emerged much by the water. Death would have claimed her. Save a miracle of sorts came to save her. A black snake. Much like a Black Cobra. Slid from the darkness and sank its fangs into her wrist. It is unknown how long it exactly bit. Instead of killing her. It saved her life. Eventually Zahira emerged mostly confused, but very much alive. Yet never the same again. As the snake's venom now flows forever in her veins.
When she awoke was much a swirl of a new world. Every sense in her body was enhance. Frightened and unsure, soon came help. Something Zahira had not expected. As a man found the young girl clung in fear behind a rock. He soon became her guardian. Her teacher. Her master. As he once did for her father. It was soon then she learnt the true nature of her parents. They were vigilantes. Though she still didn't know everything, but her master said that one day she would. Over the course of the next years Her master taught her how to fight with the ancient training and also how to deal. To control her new found powers. She wasn't after all entirely human. In which Zahira felt more the odd one out. Feeling even more the outsider than she had been before especially at school. One day her master said that there would come a time she would be tested. Where she would be tempted. He didn't go into detail as it was hers to face and depending how she faired, would determine if she ready to be a vigilante. The day came when she was roughly 16. It came in the form of a young teen boy. It wasn't long until she fell for his charms. He was the snake charmer. Slowly she began to listen to him more and more. At first it innocent. Zahira soon found the first real bond in her life. Maybe even love. But soon bit by bit the snake charmer took Zahira down a dark path. It started with some smaller crimes, but it soon grew to much more. That at a point Zahira wasn't exactly sure what she truly believed anymore. Until one evening after getting in her head, tempting her to kill and she came close, but finally she could take no more. As the voices of her parents broke through. She couldn't take the life. Thats when the temptation of the charmer began to break. He was anything than charming. The bruises along her skin and in her head showed it. She could not take the abuse any longer and now she saw him for what he was. Within the heat of the argument, Zahira learnt he was in fact a son of one of those who murdered her parents. Feeling beaten. Broken. Weakened. Zahira spent the next years picking herself back up. This time she not only turned to her master, she turned to the temples. The history of the ancient world. Many years she studied the depths of the temples. Particularly the legends of the snake. Between the long hours in the desert and temples. Zahira build her training. Hoping to do good as her parents once did. She knew she had lived for a reason. Though she knew the temptations of evil would come again, she had to be prepared to fight it. Zahira took to a job that her mother once had as a curator. It was not much after that Zahira began to saving in different parts of the city. Eventually she was dubbed the Black Serpent. Though not fully satisfied and if by chance she was offered a curator position in Gotham. The home of her father, there was plenty she still didn't know. Finally her master insisted she was ready for the start of her destiny.
Current Associates:
- Dick Grayson - Nightwing
Current Enemies:
- Man-Bat
Other Relationships:
[n/a]
RP Sample:
It had a been a long day in Gotham. Zahira Ormarr was just finishing the last few minutes of giving a tour in the newest addition to the museum, the Egyptian expedition. Giving the gifted insight into the legends. The myths. Most important the history. The Cleopatra section was the most popular and largest of the sections. The last pharaoh of egypt and the most famous woman in history. This was the last bit of the tour. With sculptures and artefacts. Zahira knew this part of the history very well and rather fascinated by it herself. Mostly because of Cleopatra's intellect and how she shaped Egypt. Most important the connection with the Cobra. The very same species that had killed Cleopatra, bit and changed Zahira. Her hand helped balance her glassed upon her nose as she gave the last of her answers from those who had questions. Soon the tour group had departed. Zahira finished up and locking her office. Walking back through the expedition. It felt like home. She could almost smell the sand. Feel the sun beat firm and hot on her skin. Well, it was close to feeling home. Zahira faintly smiled.
Exiting the building. Only to be greeted with the overcast sky. Rain. It was defiantly a different place than where she was from. It wasn't golden and warm. There were darkness and shadows. Tall buildings and tight alleys. As the night grew closer the darker this city would get. There was beauty to the city. It had a air about it that felt like Zahira was meant to be here. It was a new home. A new beginning. A start to a destiny Zahira had only taken the first steps towards. Heading back to her place. In good measure, to beat the rain to an extent, but Zahira quite liked the rain. Despite how her skirt and blazer now slightly stuck to her. Her hair went a bit flat, but eventually made cover. Zahira had a small fortune that helped purchase a decent apartment in the apartment complex. It was somewhere in the middle floors. Decent view.
Getting inside, Zahira shut her door and headed to her closet. The night was soon upon her. As she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped off her skirt. In a certain section she kept well hidden, Zahira pulled out her more darker attire. Slipping on a black skin tight jumpsuit. Breathing in as she zipped it up tightly up the front. It was strapless. A leather cuff was clasped. Strapped on some leather fingerless gloves. Slipping on some black heels, with a supportive strap just for that extra aid. Putting her glasses upon her dresser. Carefully apply thick eyeliner around her eyes. Finally slicking her hair up and tied it up in a pony tail. To run black and long down her back. Flicked off her lights as she slid open a window into the now much darker sky. Climbing down the back staircase from her balcony. Came down low as her feet planted on the ground. Hands to the ground, she felt the vibrations stronger. There was something a few blocks over. Slipping into the sewers underneath. So better to track the vibrations. Keeping her senses open and more on point. Walked in away as if she was the shadow, creeping subtly through the darkness. Stopping short. Her head searched around. As she smelt the fear above. Heard the echoes, the vibrations that came through the roof. A hand reached for the ladder and climbed. Slid the lid off ever so quietly. A dark hand met with the ground and another, slowly crawling out. Upon spotting was a decent sized man threatening a woman in the alley, pinned against the wall with a knife. The whimpers had been what drew the creature of the night. Sliding the lid back over, it made a ringing sound. When the thug turned an eye. There was nothing there. Slipping into the shadows. Making use of the space. Slithering from spot to spot. A growling hiss was heard. Faint. A warning. As he turned again, came the glimmer in his eye a hint of fear, but nothing was there in his sight line. He turned back to the woman he had pinned. Only did then the growling hiss returned. The other direction, deep in the dark and when he turned. Was the first time he came eye to eye with The Black Serpent. In a crawl position somewhere within the darkness, that only her outline was seen and the gleam from her eyes. As he dropped his defence the smell of fear was ever more present. It made under her skin tingle warmly.
Unable to tell it was a woman in black. Hearing the hiss of a snake, enough to send shivers down most peoples backs. As then subtly her fingers clawed her across the ground towards him. Started off slow, like a moving shadow, the thug drew back. Unsure. Uncertain. Backing away from the approaching creature. As he quicken, so did the serpent. Her eyes pin pointed on her target. The world around was present for any sudden movement, but her mind was focused on her victim. Sending shivers down his spine. She smirked as she crawled a little quicker. Quicker. Quicker. That the thug squirmed. Turned to run. As quick as his turn. Her reflexes were faster. As he was met with The Black Serpent. The woman in black. Frightening him on the spot as she stared at him with her cold gaze. The thug with a shaken hand motioned a swing with his knife. A snarl came to her lips as her with a sharp move. Her hand came to his elbow. His shoulder. Twisting it, the knife drop and soon came a snap to his arm. He turned to run, but just as quick came her lunge. Her fangs exposed sunk firm at the skin of his neck. As her weight came, the man tumbled over until he fell to the ground. Lips pressed around as the venom dripped through his veins. His eyes slowly drooped. His limbs ceased movement. Letting go before his heart would cease. Leaving two tiny holes at his neck. There came footsteps. A light voice. 'Thank-you, Thank-you… Who are you?' The woman had pleaded her gratitude and curiosity of who had just saved her. In reaction Black Serpent turned her face. With still her fangs dripping with venom. Then came the scream from the woman. She didn't stay long. Sunk her fangs back up and wiped the venom with her arm. Soon came the sounds of sirens. Slowly as The Black Serpent had come. She crawled back into the dark, this time towards the wall and hand by hand gripped tight. Her muscles in her torso helped her to climb. To crawl. To slither up the side of the building. Kept hidden by her black attire against the dark of the night. Crept out of sight as the unseen hero. Not so easily understood and not so easily explained. Just as that the creature slipped to the roof. The Black Serpent was hidden within the night. Ever so subtly the growling hiss echoed until the next target.
