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Something is very, very wrong

and you're a part of it

Created on 2008-10-01 01:00:26 (#16720477), never updated

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Name:	Zebroid Zetetic [Z]

Bio

STATISTICS

NAME: Zachary Zondheim
ALIAS: Zebroid Zetetic [Z]
SEX: Male
AGE: 18
NATIONALITY: German
SEXUALITY: Necrozoophiliac
BIRTHDAY 17th of December, 1983
HAIR: Black, past the shoulder
EYES: Hazel
DRESS He wears black slacks and a plain black shirt, which is always hidden under a vibrant red coat. Though the coat is far too large for him, he always wears it, even in the summertime.

PERSONA

Zetetic has a superiority complex, and gladly ignores his fellow orphans when he can. When he can't, he talks brusquely, even physically fighting if he's pushed. If brought to that point, Zetetic is ruthless with his fists. He's not very strong, but with the lid on his frustrations popped off, he'll leave bruises.

Zetetic is violent and has no qualms about desiring to fight with someone. However, physically harming people is rare for him, as he fears being thrown out, and thus losing his chance to become accepted at a veterinary school. Aside from fighting, he'll take his other issues out on his animals, though he doesn't consider it sadistic so much as the only companionship he's ever had in his life.

Zetetic may be violent, but he's not necessarily holding a grudge. He feels unable to connect to any human at any level. He's frustrated, finding himself lost in an environment where his own intelligence is choked by the idiots around him.

When alone, Zetetic cleans the scapels he uses to kill animals, and sets about destroying evidence of his beloved. Among the orphans, he'll hide away in the library, flipping through whatever assignment he's been given or researching new species.

PAST

A prodigy. A genius. Misunderstood. A waste of talent. Spoiled potential.

Zetetic had been given labels all his life. Ever since he came to his new 'home', his parents dumping him off at the orphanage gates when he was but a blank-eyed little five-year-old coughing up their dust.

Abandoned. Pitiful. Flawed. And so it began for Zetetic: a life of labels and names that became his new skin. He was the Oddball, the Quiet One, at first. As he attended the classes, he quickly became the Genius, the Gifted Child...everything the orphanage caretakers had previously overlooked. He was feared, he was envied, he was hated. At least he was left alone.

It came as no surprise that Zetetic preferred animals to the other children and the adults. With his 'frightening' level of intelligence (and yet another label coming with it), Zetetic felt as if he was the only one in Germany who could prove that humans actually outstripped animals in IQ points. Without their brains, humans were lower than any other creature.

Zetetic's discomfort and unhappiness with his day-to-day life only increased as he grew older. At age twelve, Zetetic had affirmed his obsession with animals. People, he didn't care for; he found them all disgustingly low on the scale. But animals...oh, Zetetic loved them. They were faster, stronger, more adaptable, and above all, he found they didn't protest, didn't beg retribution when he hurt them. If he pulled a girl's hair or stuck his foot out in the aisle of the classroom, Zetetic would surely face a punishment after class. But animals were quiet. They couldn't call for help, and couldn't fight back. Scalpels, pins, and impromptu bludgeons became his arsenal. Bloodied squirrels and butterflies, tortured birds and cats, they were Zetetic's dirty little secret.

More names, as his grades remained at their lofty position. More labels, as he confined his free time to places away from the other children. His names were now Unfriendly, Disturbed, Distracted, Spiteful. Teachers began to question Zetetic about what he wanted to do for a career. About his future, what would happen to his wonderful and rare mind then?

He spent his seventeenth birthday alone, thinking of what he should do. He couldn't live in the orphanage forever, and sustaining himself was a priority. He recalled the feel of stiff fur on his fingers, blood on his lips, and could only come to one conclusion.

He began studying to become a veterinarian. Zetetic was almost old enough to leave the orphanage; he applied at numerous veterinary schools, and waited for their responses eagerly. Until, all too soon, he was accepted at Whammy's House instead.

He was now in the running to succeed L. However, all Zetetic wanted were his animals, his companionship through cold fur and colder insides. He didn't need to become L to obtain that, but if word got around that he was thrown out, perhaps no veterinary school would take him. So Zetetic stayed, and for the next year worked to stay afloat until he could graduate from the House.

Was Zetetic a frustrated, lonely boy who unleashed his inner sadist on animals? Or were his crimes far more meaningful than that, was he someone who hurt out of a love deeper than any two humans could ever share: an ultimate companionship, deeper than death and DNA?

He didn't know himself. And even more inexplicable still was the last label Zetetic had been given before coming to Whammy's House, one that couldn't possibly apply to him:

Insane.

NEUROSIS

Zetetic actually has no passion for the medical science. He has no interest in helping animals in the slightest. Striving to become a veterinarian is simply a cover for easy access to their corpses, just in case.

Also, Zetetic is good at hiding things. You'd never guess that underneath his bed there is a tool kit full of blades, from scapels to kitchen knives. A person could spend the night in his room and never detect the rubber gloves and white trash bags in the secret compartment of his drawer. Above all, the smell of blood is expertly hidden, so the only thing any orphan may smell would be the air fresheners placed around the room.

In order to keep things so well-hidden and tidy, Zetetic cleans his room once as he wakes up, and once before he goes to bed. He is obsessed with cleanliness to cover his tracks, cleaning the cracks in the floorboards to the blades of the fan.

Z is an original character designed for

the_succession and played by

belucre. Though Z is explictly her property, she does not claim to own Death Note or Loveless, each belonging to their respective owners. PB is Nisei, from Loveless.
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