What's your name?
"Hi! It's Zi here. And, no, I'm not Chinese, if you must know. My parents have always wanted to travel, but can't afford it, so they thought choosing foreign names for their children would be a good idea."
Do you have any nick-names?
"Um... You can call me Z, I guess. It's pronounced the same, but it's kind of nickname-ish."
Any super-embarrassing ones?
"Hey! None of your business! Fine, if you must know... *sigh*... Zee-Bee. My mom used to say, "Night, Zee-Bee, every night. There was also this one time when she actually said it in public. How humiliating!"
What gender are you?
"Gee, I wonder. *eye-roll*If you must know, however, I am a female."
Tell us about when you were mistaken for a guy
"When I moved from Massachusetts to Vermont in fourth grade I was mistaken for a guy. The name Zi isn't like Bob or Alice, it really could be male or female (unfortunately).
So, I was introduced to my class. I was super nervous as everyone was evaluating me from their desks and the teacher said, 'This is Zi everyone."
As I was looking for a seat, someone said, 'Hey dude, there's an empty seat here' I was just glad to sit down. When he started passing me notes like we were best buds I shot him a death glare, since I still believed in 'cooties'.
The strangest expression of realization spread across his face and he flinched away like I was radioactive. At the time I was really angry (even though it hilarious) but now I can laugh at it."
So, I was introduced to my class. I was super nervous as everyone was evaluating me from their desks and the teacher said, 'This is Zi everyone."
As I was looking for a seat, someone said, 'Hey dude, there's an empty seat here' I was just glad to sit down. When he started passing me notes like we were best buds I shot him a death glare, since I still believed in 'cooties'.
The strangest expression of realization spread across his face and he flinched away like I was radioactive. At the time I was really angry (even though it hilarious) but now I can laugh at it."
Interesting.... What's your most ridiculous fear?
Catapedaphobia- Fear of jumping from high and low places.
"I know, it's really stupid, but after hearing -and witnessing- horror stories about people cracking their heads open jumping from anything seems extremely unappealing. My mom was an ER nurse, and she lectured us on the importance of safety and washing your paws, but she loved to tell those gross horror stories most of all. Some of them were really scary, but I pretend to be un-bothered by them."
"I know, it's really stupid, but after hearing -and witnessing- horror stories about people cracking their heads open jumping from anything seems extremely unappealing. My mom was an ER nurse, and she lectured us on the importance of safety and washing your paws, but she loved to tell those gross horror stories most of all. Some of them were really scary, but I pretend to be un-bothered by them."
Waffles, why do you hate them?
"I never really liked waffles in the first place. They're too over-saturated with sugary maple syrup, it's disgusting. I don't have a sweet tooth, I prefer salty things.
Despite my obvious hate of the things, my parents dragged my siblings and I to one of those public waffle breakfasts. I was picking at my own waffle when some little kid chucked theirs across the room! I was staring at it in shock, and had no time to react when it landed right. On. Me.
It took forever to pick the dried maple syrup out of my fur, and we couldn't even get all of it out. I ended up having to cut off a bunch of my cheek fur because we couldn't get the waffle out of it. I complained that I looked lopsided, and then my dad just went ahead and cut off the fur on my other cheek to 'even me out' *harumph*. Going to school was torture.
Despite my obvious hate of the things, my parents dragged my siblings and I to one of those public waffle breakfasts. I was picking at my own waffle when some little kid chucked theirs across the room! I was staring at it in shock, and had no time to react when it landed right. On. Me.
It took forever to pick the dried maple syrup out of my fur, and we couldn't even get all of it out. I ended up having to cut off a bunch of my cheek fur because we couldn't get the waffle out of it. I complained that I looked lopsided, and then my dad just went ahead and cut off the fur on my other cheek to 'even me out' *harumph*. Going to school was torture.
When you were three you lost something important to you. What happened?
"For my third birthday I got a little silver tail ring from my mom. It said, 'For my little princess' or something like that, since like most little girls I was into Disney princesses. We were waking over to the local ice cream shop and then I felt a little tug on my tail. I looked over and there was this shady black-furred dragon with my ring in his dirty little paws!
I screamed and started to sprint after him. However, the sidewalk was crowded and he managed to slip off. I got grounded for running off (I did that a lot) on my birthday!"
I screamed and started to sprint after him. However, the sidewalk was crowded and he managed to slip off. I got grounded for running off (I did that a lot) on my birthday!"
You're a bit of a rebel teen. Why would that be?
"I was teased a lot after I moved to Vermont -more on that later- and eventually I had enough. Over the time between third and fifth grade, I gradually developed into the rebellious, snarky person I am today. It's like a defense mechanism, like how pufferfish can puff up, that's how I like to think of it.
Obviously, there's more to it than that... but I think those were some of the main contributing factors. I think."
Obviously, there's more to it than that... but I think those were some of the main contributing factors. I think."
How do you get your silver jewelry? You're a little poor.
"Are you suggesting that I steal it? Not after that jerk took my ring.
Well, I get some for Christmas and my birthday, and my mom gave me some of her old jewelry once. But, to be truthful... well, uh...
It's costume jewelry.
Most of it is just plastic. It's the more expensive kind, you know, the type that actually looks real, but plastic is plastic."
Well, I get some for Christmas and my birthday, and my mom gave me some of her old jewelry once. But, to be truthful... well, uh...
It's costume jewelry.
Most of it is just plastic. It's the more expensive kind, you know, the type that actually looks real, but plastic is plastic."
Why are you poor?
"My family was never rich in the first place. I mean, we aren't dirt-poor, but we couldn't afford air conditioning or heat, so we had to have those old window-mounted ACs and space heaters. It wouldn't make sense for my family (I'm still living with them, unfortunately) to give me thousands of dollars for jewelry. At the most, I get $20 a month for spending money. I have an after-school job, I paint people's houses for them, but it's more of an odd-job that doesn't pay much."
What jewelry do you have?
"Ooh! I have a few silver tail bands, some bangles, a pretty amethyst pendant, some lockets, a gold ring, and I'm going to get my ears pierced too. There's more than that, obviously, but those are just some of my favorites. I'm always adding to my collection."
What traumatic experience as a kid made you afraid of crickets?
"Our basement had a bunch of gross bugs in it. Spiders, daddy long-legs, crickets, you name it, we had it. When I was little, around ten or so, I loved to explore it and I still do, mostly because there's a lot of cool junk down there. No-one cares about it, so I just take whatever I want.
So, I picked up an old china plate that looked interesting. Underneath, there were at least 20 huge crickets. It was absolutely disgusting, they were all black and shiny with big, bulging eyes. I screamed and dropped the plate and they all hopped off. Naturally, my parents were angry at me for breaking a china plate, even though it was in the basement and nobody used it anyway."
So, I picked up an old china plate that looked interesting. Underneath, there were at least 20 huge crickets. It was absolutely disgusting, they were all black and shiny with big, bulging eyes. I screamed and dropped the plate and they all hopped off. Naturally, my parents were angry at me for breaking a china plate, even though it was in the basement and nobody used it anyway."
You like the cold, why?
"I hate summer. The heat and humidity always gets to me, it's terrible. My fur gets all frizzed up and I end up looking like a clown, since I've always been very fluffy and thick-furred.
In the winter, there's this certain sense of peace. Most of the time, my life is a mess. But, once the snow falls, it's silent, and everyone is inside their houses. The cold is relaxing to me, and I've always just liked it, not for any reason, really."
In the winter, there's this certain sense of peace. Most of the time, my life is a mess. But, once the snow falls, it's silent, and everyone is inside their houses. The cold is relaxing to me, and I've always just liked it, not for any reason, really."
How'd you get those scars?
"You see, my family had this cat. His name was Mittens, but everyone called him Butch. He was big, fat, and mean, but you almost never saw him. In fact, I never even knew we had a cat until I was six.
So, when I first saw Butch, he was hiding up on the fridge. I dragged a chair over to get a better look. Obviously, I had very little experience with cats, because I stuck my snout right in his face. He did what cats do and gave me a good few swipes.
Being six, I completely freaked out. As I was half-falling, half-stepping off the chair, Butch somehow manage to heave his enormous stomach off the fridge and flung himself onto my face! That cat was mad. Luckily, my older brother pried him off, but not before my face got messed up. I had to go the hospital and get stitches on some of them. Now, they're either healed or covered up by fur except for the scars on my nose. Everyone at school thought I got into a fight or something. *snort*"
So, when I first saw Butch, he was hiding up on the fridge. I dragged a chair over to get a better look. Obviously, I had very little experience with cats, because I stuck my snout right in his face. He did what cats do and gave me a good few swipes.
Being six, I completely freaked out. As I was half-falling, half-stepping off the chair, Butch somehow manage to heave his enormous stomach off the fridge and flung himself onto my face! That cat was mad. Luckily, my older brother pried him off, but not before my face got messed up. I had to go the hospital and get stitches on some of them. Now, they're either healed or covered up by fur except for the scars on my nose. Everyone at school thought I got into a fight or something. *snort*"
Tell me about your history.
"Most of my life was pretty boring, really. Except for a few big things, most of it was just normal, everyday life with a few extra thrills tossed in, like all of the little stories I've already told you. So, I'll just give a general summary, I guess.
I was born in a little A-frame house in the state of Massachusetts. I have an older brother and an even older cousin who lives with us. My brother is obnoxious and thinks he's so smart and funny and so great at pranking. But obviously I know better. My cousin is more laid back, and knows how to do a bunch of useless but cool things, like how to start a fire with a magnifying glass. My mom was a retired ER nurse who loved to tell stories about all of the terrible things she had witnessed. My dad is a health inspector and is away at work most of the time.
For most of my days as an elementary school student I was pretty quiet. I was that mousy kid everything tended to forget about. I did occasionally act up, but overall, nothing interesting happened.
In third grade, however, I moved from Massachusetts to Vermont. This was mostly a happy thing, as Vermont is a much colder place than Massachusetts and our new house is bigger and nicer. But, I ended up getting teased quite a bit at my new school. I guess it was mostly because of my name- There were a lot of Sallys and Janes- but also since I was mostly mousy with a weird side. One day, I had enough. I began to retaliate, and very sarcastically too. Over time I developed into the snarky person I am today *snicker*
Anyways, after that nothing major happened. I chugged through middle school, and shockingly made a friend or two. And now, I'm in high-school. I'm not sure what job I'd like to go after, but I'm considering something to do with jewelry or artwork.
So, yeah. That's my history in a nutshell"
I was born in a little A-frame house in the state of Massachusetts. I have an older brother and an even older cousin who lives with us. My brother is obnoxious and thinks he's so smart and funny and so great at pranking. But obviously I know better. My cousin is more laid back, and knows how to do a bunch of useless but cool things, like how to start a fire with a magnifying glass. My mom was a retired ER nurse who loved to tell stories about all of the terrible things she had witnessed. My dad is a health inspector and is away at work most of the time.
For most of my days as an elementary school student I was pretty quiet. I was that mousy kid everything tended to forget about. I did occasionally act up, but overall, nothing interesting happened.
In third grade, however, I moved from Massachusetts to Vermont. This was mostly a happy thing, as Vermont is a much colder place than Massachusetts and our new house is bigger and nicer. But, I ended up getting teased quite a bit at my new school. I guess it was mostly because of my name- There were a lot of Sallys and Janes- but also since I was mostly mousy with a weird side. One day, I had enough. I began to retaliate, and very sarcastically too. Over time I developed into the snarky person I am today *snicker*
Anyways, after that nothing major happened. I chugged through middle school, and shockingly made a friend or two. And now, I'm in high-school. I'm not sure what job I'd like to go after, but I'm considering something to do with jewelry or artwork.
So, yeah. That's my history in a nutshell"
What are you like?
"... Well, uh."
I'll take it from here Zi. ^^
" *Sigh* How embarrassing..."
Zi has two sides to her, you might say. She has the crazy, rebel side, and then the poised, elegant side (the one that's also scared of crickets and jumping off things)
Let's start with the crazy side. Zi can be loud, and she knows it. She lets the world know what's on her mind, and often will blurt out things unpredictably. She will yell if she's angry, annoyed, or upset. And she also complains. A lot. She has the quirk of being extremely chatty when she's nervous to release all her anxious energy. She also has a tendency to do things on impulse, for example, if she saw a cool dress shop out of the corner of her eye she'd probably run off to check it out. She is also very sarcastic, but unlike other sarcastic people who hit people with their full snarkiness when they're angry or annoyed, she is simply always sarcastic. She has a bit of a temper, so most of the time she forgets her clever tongue when she is angry and simply flips out.
In no way does this crazy part of Zi make her a tomboy, however. She has a certain poise and confidence about her that makes her radiate elegance. This JBD loves the pretty things in life, such as silver jewelry, lacy dresses, and chilly winter evenings. Ever since she was little she loved princesses and fairies and glitter. Although she's grown out of her love for pink (she know prefers the more flattering shade of sea foam green) she loves fashion. She ignores most trends and sticks with her own style, which is simple and understated with a colorful flair. At times she can get very cocky when she gets in a great dress, as she is quite vain in the first place.
This is also the part of Zi that is shy and scared. Although she outgrew [i]most of her bullied childhood self, the mousy 6 year old Zi is still there. She doesn't come up too often, but there are those times when Zi just falls apart. Everyone has their moments.[/i]
I'll take it from here Zi. ^^
" *Sigh* How embarrassing..."
Zi has two sides to her, you might say. She has the crazy, rebel side, and then the poised, elegant side (the one that's also scared of crickets and jumping off things)
Let's start with the crazy side. Zi can be loud, and she knows it. She lets the world know what's on her mind, and often will blurt out things unpredictably. She will yell if she's angry, annoyed, or upset. And she also complains. A lot. She has the quirk of being extremely chatty when she's nervous to release all her anxious energy. She also has a tendency to do things on impulse, for example, if she saw a cool dress shop out of the corner of her eye she'd probably run off to check it out. She is also very sarcastic, but unlike other sarcastic people who hit people with their full snarkiness when they're angry or annoyed, she is simply always sarcastic. She has a bit of a temper, so most of the time she forgets her clever tongue when she is angry and simply flips out.
In no way does this crazy part of Zi make her a tomboy, however. She has a certain poise and confidence about her that makes her radiate elegance. This JBD loves the pretty things in life, such as silver jewelry, lacy dresses, and chilly winter evenings. Ever since she was little she loved princesses and fairies and glitter. Although she's grown out of her love for pink (she know prefers the more flattering shade of sea foam green) she loves fashion. She ignores most trends and sticks with her own style, which is simple and understated with a colorful flair. At times she can get very cocky when she gets in a great dress, as she is quite vain in the first place.
This is also the part of Zi that is shy and scared. Although she outgrew [i]most of her bullied childhood self, the mousy 6 year old Zi is still there. She doesn't come up too often, but there are those times when Zi just falls apart. Everyone has their moments.[/i]
Any art?
"Here. It's me as a little Bean, being tormented by a cricket. What kind of sick person draws that anyway?"
Anything else?
"Hopefully not. I'm bored to death *yawn*"
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