Zimora Maxwell

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Maxwell, Zimora - Weapon

Name: Zimora Maxwell

Nickname: Zim, Zoe, Zora

Age: 14

Gender: Female

Race: Weapon

Position: Student

Class: 1 star

Partner: Nobody yet.

A Strong Body

Appearance: At fourteen Zimora is neither slim nor plump in the basic sense, she retains some of her baby fat but looks like a natural athlete. She inherited her father's sharp jaw, but hasn't completely grown into it, and her ears are a bit too big for her head. She has a pair of thick brown eyebrows and full eyelashes that frame her dark brown eyes.

At first glance, Zimora is often mistaken for a short woman instead of a teenager and being early bloomer she quickly gained her mother’s pear shape figure, this made her a bit curvier than most girls her age. She normally wears a neutral expression on her face and is often called ‘mean looking' or 'cold’ because of it. Her coffee colored skin is average and her naturally bushy, curly hair is often straightened and tied back.

The trait people remember her most for is her voice. She is a natural alto and her southern dialect is soft and slow, it only helps the image of false maturity. Zimora loves her body and likes to keep herself in shape and well-dressed. (On a budget, she isn’t cheap but she does know how to save.) Her go to outfit are cropped tops, rolled up jeans, with sneakers and a cardigan if it gets cold. She dresses like a casual teenager but uses subdued natural colors.

Height: 5’ 6”

Weight: 147

Fighting Style: Zimora does not have any official training but has a very distinctive kickboxing-like style thanks to her father's attempts to help her protect herself. She can hold her own in a fight but is easily out-classed by those with actual training. She mostly uses her legs when it comes to close combat since they are the strongest part of her body. When cornered she devolves into a dirty street fighter and does her best to dish out as many hard hits as possible while still protecting herself.

Personality: Has a personality a bigger than herself, some would even call her domineering. She isn’t too bothered by the comment, in fact, it is often viewed as a compliment when it comes from certain people. Zimora’s motto is ‘I can and I will.’ despite that she isn’t as spoiled as she appears. Zimora is a realist who tries to give everyone a chance before making a decision.

She isn’t very quick witted but the girl is quite spiteful when she feels like she has been bested. Anger and rage are not regular things with her and it takes a very serious situation for her to lash out. Yet, her pride isn’t above acting on a grudge, physically or mentally, she is a sore loser. She is aware of this flaw but can’t help her competitive nature. All in all, she doesn’t like to appear weak.

When it comes to others Zimora is a very ‘Us or Them’ type of person and she has no issue with stomping on others to get what she wants. Even when she plans to throw someone under a train she stays disarmingly cordial. At the same time there is a very parental side to her and she can be very protective of people even going as far as taking revenge for someone else. She has no issue with scolding someone if she feels like it is needed. She will quickly deny any comments of her being a nice person.

Despite all of the attitude Zimora is just a fourteen year old girl who tries to act more mature than she should be. She stifles her urges to act her age most of the time and it causes more harm than good. When she finds someone she can be comfortable around the child she was before her mother’s death reappears and she becomes an energetic, spontaneous, adventure loving girl.

Inside the Soul


Weapon form: In weapon form Zimora becomes a stick-style nail gun about the size of her torso. (23 inches tall; 16 inches across the top; 6 inches across the bottom) She has a half second lag in between shots when the trigger is held and each nail travels at about 60 miles per hour or more based off her energy levels and the relationship with her wielder. There is a bit of recoil in her weapon form.

Partial Form: In partial form Zimora can transform her left hand into the battery pack of her weapon. It is about 6 inches wide, 4 inches thick, and has three 2cm tall rounded metal prongs protruding from the top. Her partial form is useful in dealing blunt force but she rarely uses it since that isn't what a battery pack is for.

Resonances:N/A

Out of your Mind

Strengths:
*Tough
*Strategist
*High stamina

Weaknesses:
*Slow thinker
*Lack of speed
*Lack of fighting experience


Hobbies: Zimora likes to be active but doesn’t have any particular hobbies. On a normal day she could be seen working out and coming home to study or help her father in his auto shop. She does have a bit of a passion for cars but she tries to keep it hidden since it isn’t considered a very ‘feminine’ hobby.

Likes:
*Singing to cheer others up.
*Outdoors
*Novelty Cars
*Winning

Dislikes:
*’Smart-alecks’
*Losing
*Pity
*Quitters

Aspirations: Even when she found out she was a weapon Zimora wanted to be a business woman, she planned to turn her father’s business into an empire.

History: Zimora’s parents were a happy-go-lucky couple, often engaging in sloppy makeouts, Zimora was added only two years after they got together. Her mother, Azalea, was a petite woman and completely contrasted her father’s, Lance, large and tall build. Both shared a passion for automotive, they even gave Zimora toy cars to play with when she was small.

Being born and raised in south Texas, Zimora, with loving parents was a happy child. At five her father inherited a garage from his aging boss and was able to start his own business. While it wasn’t always steady income her father and mother were happy so Zimora was too. Still, she understood that they could be happier with more money and that is when the child made her silent goal to become a business woman. She would often lay under the cars as her father repaired them watching and learning. On her less serious days she would sing with him just to hear his rumbling voice bounce off the pipes and echo in the garage.

Zimora's mother was a demon weapon who worked as a police officer, while her father knew Zimora was completely unaware. The parents planned to tell her if and when she showed signs of being one too. Sadly the woman would never have the chance to share the moment with her family. It was a terrible example of a weapon's duty, a corrupt soul in the process of hunting humans caught the eye of Azalea, Zimora's mother was no fool but she did have a strong sense of justice. It came down to her contacting Shibusen and taking it on herself. She did both, only managing to hold off the creature until the people being hunted could escape and a proper team arrived.

 As husband and daughter waited for her to return from work Zimora’s mother was murdered. Her father didn’t take it well and over time lost the will to work or even live. Zimora took it upon herself to help her father recover. Over the course of four years she grew into a serious child in her attempts to make her father same man he was before. Those four years were the hardest years in Zimora’s life, even now she wonders if her father will be alive when she gets home.

The discovery that she inherited her mother's weapon blood occurred shortly after her first menstrual cycle. In a fit of hormonal rage she managed to damage her father's workbench with a transformed fist. This lead to a new silent struggle in Zimora's, she knew her father couldn't and still can't afford to send her to Nevada and almost convinced him that she didn't want to go. What she wasn't aware of is that her father and mother planned effectively to send her to Shibusen or college based on the direction her life took, a savings that's just for her schooling.

Still, Zimora made most of the decisions in regards to her schooling even convinced her father to drive there with her instead of taking a plane. She also chose to stay in a dorm, in an attempt to save money, calling her father's insistence on an apartment 'real unnecessary'. She plans to work and help pay for the things she wants or needs. The only thing she allowed him to splurge on was a cell phone, Zimora calls her father every night and morning to make sure he's okay.

Behind the strings

Alias: MerRoo

Other characters: N/A

Face Claim: N/A

RP Sample:
Zimora’s home was quiet, it was a thick heavy silence, the kind that told everyone that something was wrong. “Zora? Lovebug?” Lance’s low baritone crooned as he knocked softly on her door. There was a short silence, “Dad.” came a curt reply, and the man cringed, he took a deep breath. “Baby? I’m sorry, will you come eat? We can talk bout this.” he tried the doorknob but it was locked he leaned his head on the door with a soft thud, “I’m so, so, sorry baby. I’m not upset with you.” Silence, he sighed and continued, his voice becoming strained. “I.” he sucked his teeth, “Just don’t want you to go. You my baby girl, yous all I got.”

This time there was a small shuffling from the other side of the door and he lifted his head. There was a muffled thump and a slide then a series of mumbles, Lance kneeled trying to get closer to the sound, “Wassat lovebug?” he almost whispered. Zimora sniffled from behind the door, “Y-you hate me for havin ta leave.” she spoke loud enough for her father to hear, her voice high and raspy making the fact she was crying obvious.

Lance, hurt by the statement, replied quickly. “Nononono, never you’re my baby. My Zora. I could never hate you. I love you with everything I got.” He was starting to tear up but continued, “I just worry. I know I wasn’t too good of a parent by myself an I worry. I don’t want you to go an I know you got to cause you got to.” Lance rested his head on the door again, trying to get as close to his daughter as he could, “I’m so proud of you and I know you’ll do the best at that school.”

The doorknob rattled and clicked, “You really mean that Dad?” Zimora questioned as she cracked open the door. Her thick curls looked like a birds nest on top of her head as she peeked at her father, “Yes baby. Why would I lie bout that?” Zimora half shrugged, “You gon come out now?” he leaned closer so they could see eye to eye. Zimora glanced down, her eyes swollen and pink, before pushing the door open and crawling into her father’s chest. The man was surprised by the gesture for a second but hugged his daughter tightly, burying his face into her bushy hair.

[Rylux]

Alright just a few things to tweak

Appearance: This needs to be expanded to at least 200-250 words.

Weapon Form: I like the unique form! Please add some dimensions to describe how big the nail gun is.

Partial Form: This needs to be only one hand if you want to keep this form but she cannot fire nails on her own. As the nails would be composed of soul wavelength from her meister she needs to be fully transformed to make them.
I would recommend maybe turning one hand into the battery pack and using it to hit things.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Really close. Change cunning to strategist and your strengths are good. For weaknesses Pride is not acceptable and needs to be replaced with one.

History: –I need a bit more about her mother being murdered. That seems like a pretty important part of her history so it should be fleshed out. Mainly why was her mom killed? Was she just in th wrong place at the wrong time? If so explain this some more.

-Change the part about her shooting a nail since she wouldn’t be able to do that.

-Explain how she has weapon blood. Just a short bit about their being a demon weapon at some point in her family.

-She would need to move to Nevada so include how she moved, where she lives now (dorms or apartment), maybe include how she contacts her dad since he isn’t near her, or did he move to Death City with her?

RP Sample: This is good but you need to change the tense from present to past. So it wouldn’t be “replies quickly” but “replied quickly”

Extra: Just a note. Are you sure you want her to be in the NOT class instead of the 1 star? She seems capable of being in the One star class.

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Edited! Hope I hit all the problem areas correctly. Also, wondering if the lack of fighting experience would still allow her to be in the one star class? I'm okay with either though, just making sure I don't cause an issue for someone else.

[Rylux]

Alright she looks good! Being One star generally makes it easier to find a partner as not many start in the NOT class. But everything looks fine so feel free to begin posting at any time!