Name: Ziya Panthera
Age: One hundred and twenty - she has the appearance of a woman in her early twenties
Gender: Female - obviously
Race: Black Panther Neko
Height: Normal height is eighty feet - her maximum height is two hundred feet and her minimum is five foot eleven
Weight: Varies depending on her size
Appearance: Ziya is an eighty foot tall Black Panther Neko with sapphire blue eyes and straight raven black hair that extends down to her hips. She wears a black trench coat with many pockets and sleeves that end in frayed edges at the elbow and a blue pleated skirt.
Personality: Ziya is very protective of her smaller friends. She would do anything within her power to protect them from any danger they faced. She tends to be very possessive of her coat since its her only keepsake from her first girlfriend. She doesnt like taking it off unless not doing so will damage it in some way.
Shes very playful and loves to mess with people. She has been called fairy-like and even likes to say shes a mischievous fairy. Generally, she sports a positive disposition and loves to have fun. Shes also a bit of a kinky kitty and loves to have sex, but dont ever call her a whore.
Her tendency to collect little people causes some misconceptions about how she sees them, but they always become her friends and are very dear to her. Growing up in a world where it is illegal to digest the smaller folk, she has a tendency to steal them from predators and defend them, even if theyre complete strangers. Shell eat them herself to make the predator think their food hasnt gone to waste but will cough them back up later or just hold them in her belly. She also likes to hold them in her esophagus since the sounds of a heartbeat and steady breathing can be very relaxing.
Background: Ziya was abandoned as an infant in her home world of Crevan Rhianu. Thusly, she never knew her parents. She was found by a thirty year old catgirl with straight black hair and amber yellow eyes by the name of Nerys. Nerys took Ziya in and named her. Both Nerys and Ziya lived in the house of a man named Veran Forscythe.
Nerys and Veran were Ziyas caretakers until she reached the age of twenty. Upon reaching twenty, Ziya started dating Nerys. It was Nerys who gave her the trench coat. It was also at the age of twenty that she volunteered to be genetically altered by the highly advanced science program the neko populace of Crevan Rhianu had developed. She was given the ability to manipulate and create lightning.
As Ziya grew, her relationship with Nerys became awkward. She had a tendency to suck on the smaller neko, being sixty feet tall by the age of fifty. It was Veran that suggested she take one of the digestion control classes that was offered to the giants.
So Ziya took the class. It took her a decade, but she eventually mastered her entire digestive tract. She had been one of the few to get that far, since most only learn to control their stomachs. Ziya had total control of her bowels from her esophagus to her anus.
By the time she had fully matured, Ziya was sixty years old. It was around this time that a stray Felaryan fairy arrived at her house. Selvara had been badly wounded in a fight against her most recent prey, an angry group of Tonorions. Ziya took her in and bandaged her wounds, not really expecting her to survive the night.
To everyones surprise, Selvaras wounds were fully healed by the next day. Aside from her medium grey hair being clotted with blood, she was perfectly fine. Ziya took it upon herself to wash the dried blood out of her shoulder-length hair. It was at this point she realised how beautiful the fairy was, with her crimson wings and eyes such a dark brown they could be black.
After being cleaned up, Selvara grew to Ziyas size and hugged her - thusly sparking the giant nekos interest in her magic.
Selvara spent the next twenty years living with Ziya in Forscythe Manor, Verans rather large cliffside home. She spent that time teaching Ziya her magic and how to store it in her tail. She had become great friends with Ziya and Nerys. Everything seemed to be going well for Ziya until Nerys tragic death . . .
It was shortly after Nerys death that Ziya fled her home, only to end up in the jungles of Felarya. There are moments when she just wants to sit and do nothing. These moments are when she is mourning Nerys. Its best to leave her alone at this time.
Hunting Habits: Ziya doesnt hunt for food per se. She hunts for fun and usually just starts talking to the people she catches. Sometimes shell even rescue some humans, nekos, elves, et cetera from the predators she finds mid-meal. Hunting is more of a sport to her, meant to help her increase her stealth. She has incredible hearing, which helps a lot when looking for potential prey.
Abilities of Note: She can use fairy magic to an extent, thanks to the teachings of her fairy friend Selvara. She has been able to manipulate and create lightning since the age of twenty with the help of highly advanced gene splicing. She can temporarily channel the powers of anyone shes recently ingested or has in her body currently. Since a young age she has been a skilled fighter in the interest of protecting her friends should they need it. Having taken classes for a decade, she has attained full control over her entire digestive tract. When she was about six, she developed the ability to project a mental image of herself, causing the mass confusion of both Veran and Nerys - it is still unknown how she managed to do it, even to her.














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In all senses one could ask me if I could ever make sense, however I just respond "not a snowball's chance in hell if it were floating in the center of a white dwarf star and everyone there is playing with flamethrowers on BBQ night. "
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In all senses one could ask me if I could ever make sense, however I just respond "not a snowball's chance in hell if it were floating in the center of a white dwarf star and everyone there is playing with flamethrowers on BBQ night. "
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In all senses one could ask me if I could ever make sense, however I just respond "not a snowball's chance in hell if it were floating in the center of a white dwarf star and everyone there is playing with flamethrowers on BBQ night. "
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In all senses one could ask me if I could ever make sense, however I just respond "not a snowball's chance in hell if it were floating in the center of a white dwarf star and everyone there is playing with flamethrowers on BBQ night. "
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