ERIDIUS, Zenith K. | Holding Cell

ERIDIUS, Zenith K. Oct 4, 2012 18:40:24 GMT -5

Post by zenith kain eridius on Oct 4, 2012 18:40:24 GMT -5

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[/b] Zenith Kain Eridius
RESPOND TO: Ze, Zen, Zeke
AGE: eighteen
BIRTHDATE: May 18, 1993
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
WARD: manipulation
DIAGNOSIS: microwave manipulation
CLAIMS TO BE: Lucho Zabrana
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[/b] Well, let’s meet Zenith. He’s not a bad looking boy, and he knows it. He’d call himself confident but not cocky… the outside world might see him as more of the quiet young man really. What he is happens to be something of a mystery, especially to himself. Zenith hates looking into his own brain and trying to figure out what’s going on. Most of the time it just serves to freak him out, and that’s something that he doesn’t necessarily appreciate.

Off the top, you might notice Ze’s artsy nature. It’s true. He treats his sketch pad and sharpie markers like a security blanket. He doesn’t even necessarily need paper. On the areas of skin that don’t have any permanent ink he sketches in bold patterns and prints, playing with things like color and shape and line. For this young man, art is a way to get out everything he wishes he could say. Maybe that’s why he does what he does with the words. It’s possibly the way his body copes with change and stress and life, the drawing. Some days it can get truly obsessive, the way he’ll sit and work on a painting or a drawing. The fact that he’s designed every drop of ink on his body can attest to the fact that he loves what he does and does a lot of it.

All Zenith wants in his life is to be who he wants to be. It’s funny, because there’s always ways to tell nearly identical twins apart. One will have a scrape on his knee, one will have slightly darker eyes or a different face shape—Ze was the quiet one. Ze was the one that never spoke first, never looked anyone in the eye unless he’d initiated the contact. He’s perfectly happy being the one to blend in and not raise a fuss. There’s very little to get him confused with Alex when they’re in public—the demeanor is a 180-degree shift.

Zenith finds himself wishing he could be reckless. The thing is, he overthinks everything. In that way, he’s more than jealous of Alexius. There’s always been envy between the two brothers—you hand Zenith a camera or a marker and he’ll find art where there isn’t any, set you up with some. It’s the same way that Ze envies the way his brother can work a room, meet everyone there, and remember no one the next morning—all with the distinct ability to make sure everyone never forgets his name.

This is a young man that longs to be eternal. He’s scared to death of… well… death. He can’t stand the idea that one day he’ll become ashes and dust. It’s very much shown in the way he creates. This isn’t a man that creates for the trends—he creates for himself. Zenith is trying in and out, every day, to make sure that he’s one for the record books. He wishes that he had Alex’s charisma, wishes he could be more like the first born of the twins.

What he’s looking for in Cedar is something more than a further education. He longs to be young and wild and free. This is a young man that needs someone to hold his hand if adventure ever comes around for him, but he might be okay with going one. As far as love goes, Zenith knows it’s out there. He’s going to wait for it to find him because he feels it will when the time is right.

The thing about Zenith is that he’s a closet anarchist. He sees everything as it goes on in the world today as something sinister, and maybe it’s turning him into a cynic. Though nothing horrible has ever come of him, no, but he’s got a mind that’s prone to overthinking. His private fantasy involves him being something like V from V for Vendetta—that, or maybe he’s watched the movie a few too many times. He’s good at creating his own world, Zenith is. It’s a world that he’s perfectly happy to live in, that is, until the whole damn thing comes crashing down around him.

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Zenith was born in Glyfada, Greece in 1994. He’s the second of a set of twins, and a complete shock. His father was a veterinarian at the time, his mother in her third year of school. The pair had lost a daughter just a year before to a brain aneurism. It was funny, because they’d expected Alex. Alex was truly the replacement child. Zenith was simply an extra, a spare. It didn’t show all that much, the couple tried not to let it, but they had a hard time getting a handle on the fact that they’d gone from one child to childless to having two.

The couple was quickly outgrowing their little house in Glyfada, and the Mrs. had decided that she’d outgrown Greece as well. The year that Zenith and Alexius turned three they picked up and moved to Colorado. A few years, a couple Greek speaking kids alone in Colorado, and elementary school… what could go wrong?

It was during that early time period that the man and his brother were “figured out.” It was in this time period that Zenith became the “Oh… you’re Alex’s brother.” Never was it the other way around, not for a long time. In fact, it wasn’t until his freshman year that Zenith found anyone to recognize him first. It wasn’t until freshman year that he came into his own with the creative arts.

It was a class called ‘Visual Arts Exploration’ and fit the criteria for graduation. Zenith was taking normal freshman classes, but the way he bonded with the teacher (a whacky little anarchist woman with big eyes behind coke bottle glasses) was something else. They had the perfect dynamic and he spent a lot of time there his freshman year.

At the start of his sophomore year, he began knocking heads with his parents more and more. His father had acquired the vet practiced both himself and Ze’s mother had been working at, and they were becoming increasingly annoying. The young man just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that two people could spend 24 hours together and not be sick and tired of the other’s presence was far too much. Zenith found that they were on his ass more than they were Alex’s. No, the older had acquired the nickname Ace and a ticket to the ‘in’ crowd. He was the daring one, the dashing one, the one that partied hard—go big or go home.

So Zenith left to go to boarding school… his first and only girlfriend was a daringly pretty girl they called Lainey. When her childhood sweetheart came to town it was all over, and he could say it broke his heart. He finished high school under the radar, and now he’s here.[/ul]

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• Niko Adonai Eridius – father
• Nicole Renee Eridius – mother
• Alexius Casius Eridius “Ace” – brother (twin)
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Chevelle had always been one to want attention. She was always more than happy to make a complete ass of herself to get someone to cuddle her, to love her. It could be dangerous in a big dog like she was, but she always had the best of intentions. That, and Bailey didn’t make a habit of having fragile friends. Then again, he couldn’t think of that many friends he had. It didn’t really matter, though, quality not quantity. A roommate and a dog had been what he was used to, and that was okay. It was good to have Sebastian back as a friend as well… he’d been worried about the man.

”The company is good for me, better for her, yeah.” The man chuckles softly, watching the steel grey creature rested her head on Sebastian’s shoulder. Her tail is wagging rampantly, tongue assailing his friend’s face. Bailey chuckles lightly, ready to call off the dog if she got too out of control. Still, she’s more than happy to have one of her friends back—forget Bailey, she’s the one that’s perpetually excited. The dog will still be a puppy, it won’t matter if she’s 110 pounds and old and grey. A lap dog in a mastiff’s body.

Bailey’s face positively lights up as Sebastian makes mention of a job at school. He resists the urge to wrap his arms around the man’s neck in yet another bear hug. ”That’s fuckin’ awesome!” The man lights up, eyes sparkling. ”We should team teach some classes, could be fun.” It’s something you learn about at conferences, bringing different genres and teaching styles into the same lesson plan. It’s enough for the young man to be excited and ready to roll. The fact that he’s got ideas already crashing through his brain is something that can be appreciated.

”Sounds like it’s getting better, I’m glad.” And the softness in Bailey’s eyes says that it’s all true. ”I’m uh, I’m camping up on the ridge if you’d like to join me.” There’s more than enough room in the tent, built for four people. With Bailey and his dog there’s solitude, but things can get boring. It’d be nice to have company for once while he’s out here. The offer is made with heart, wanting desperately to reconnect with a friend that he’s missed so sorely.

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