| Dimensional Perforation - His only real physical attack - it begins in a similar manner to his transformation, a rift in space appearing below him that he appears to fall through. In the dimension he travels to, gravity is increased many times, and thus his increase in momentum after a split second is startlingly significant. Around his enemy, several similar holes appear and disappear as his image blurs between them, redirecting his inertia each time to fit the proper angle of attack. The result is a multitude of powerful attacks done in a tiny interval of time. When he is finished, Ziv appears where he first stood, extremely fatigued from both attacking and shifting so rapidly between dimensions - doing the attack twice even in one day would wear his body to exhaustion for at least a few days. Appearance: Ziv is very handsome, standing around 5'8" and quite slim. Though his blond hair is seldom combed by anything more than the wind, it stays mostly organized and always vibrant. His ears reveal the elven part of his ancestry, though his eyes are his most interesting feature. A pair of swirling emerald discs, he has no pupils and the color constantly shifts between shades and hues in a liquid swirl. Transformed Appearance: Dressed in robes of various and vibrant colors, the only armor he dons in this form his the angular mantle he wears on his shoulders. His clothes, however, at in a constant state of flickering shift - the tip of his cloak may snap into oblivion only to reappear fringed in exotic feathers, while his scarce armor wavers in texture and shape. Though this can be controlled, he seldom commits the effort to do it as the dimensional flux around him can often prove distracting to the enemy. Personality: Ziv has a very playful personality and is very much a trickster. He very seldom speaks of his lengthy past though it covers the great bulk of his life, instead trying to enjoy each moment he has of the present. Still, he can occasionally be found looking off with a nostalgic tint in his eyes, or sometimes poring over puzzles and riddles of the most confounding variety. History: Born to an immortal and an elf, Ziv was raised almost entirely by his older sister, Lili. Though of the same blood, the two were of extremely different dispositions, Lili a born warrior and he a born thinker. But they got along extremely well nonetheless - she always looked after him, whatever happened. His parents he does not remember quite so well, as - though they made an effort to become involved in his life - his disposition was not one they were experienced in nurturing, and thus why he found refuge with his sister. One day, however, disaster struck - they returned to their home to find it engulfed in flame. Fearing for his life more than her own, Lili grabbed hold of Ziv and ran as fast as she could. As they neared a river, however, her body went limp and he went tumbling into the water, crying out to her and receiving no answer. He awoke to find himself washed upon the shore of the river, lost in unfamiliar territory. Taught some basic hunting by his sister, he barely survived on the scant meals he caught wandering the forest before finally happening upon Narya several weeks later. However, on seeking aid, he found none - dressed in rags and possessing a slightly unnerving set of eyes, he quickly discovered that in the outside world, one must fend for themselves. Initial efforts at begging fell through, and though he stole food here and there, he took only what he needed to survive. A break through came two years later when a band of performers traveled through town. Sneaking his way into the show, he found himself quite intrigued with the show's magician and set about developing tricks of his own. Though his first efforts met with little success, perseverance won the day, and soon he was making just enough to get enough food. However, the street is home to many, and of these almost all were stronger than him. As word of his success spread, he found himself in conflicts more regularly, vainly trying to defend himself from those who would rob him by force. So it continued that he struggled simply to get enough to eat, until the fateful day of his 106th birthday. After an especially successful display, a father and his daughter who had witnessed the show - the latter especially impressed and wanting to meet him - sought him out. When they did, he was huddled up alone in an alley, new bruises and empty pockets revealing the fate of his money. Acting on his own pity as well as the wishes of his daughter, Ziv was taken in by the two, and has been with them since. |