Zira the infected Liepard | [Inactive]

Name;
Zira
Gender;
Female
Age;
Adult – Late Forties
Time of Infection;
1 Month
Level;
Level 57
Moves;
Sand-Attack, Assurance, Slash, Night Slash
Ability;
Limber
Nature;
Sassy
Characteristics;
Thoroughly Cunning
National Dex No./Species;
#510 Liepard / The Cruel Pokémon
Height;
3’7”
Weight;
80lbs
Pokédex Entry;
Stealthily, it sneaks up on its target, striking from behind before its victim has a chance to react.
Item;
None

History;
Born to uncaring, irresponsible parents owned by a trainer visiting the region, Zira wasn’t entitled to a place on the human’s team and instead abandoned the moment her egg hatched. Left to fend for herself, the child learnt what was required to survive the cruel world around her and lived due to her keen instincts, avoiding everyone by concealing herself in her environment. But there was only so much a helpless newborn could do. Within a few weeks, a wandering Luxray stumbled across the vulnerable feline and soon adopted her into a relatively small pride sharing the territory. Terrified, Zira constantly fought her captor in a desperate bid to escape, but soon learnt that the electric felines around her weren’t trying to hurt her – instead, they welcomed her into the group.

Zira’s childhood years, whilst not particularly out of the ordinary, were lonely. Always an aloof child struggling to trust those around her, the Purrloin was never at ease with her company. She knew she was different, an outsider to the species dominating the pride and chose to keep her distance from the cubs. Unsurprisingly, she grew a rather unfriendly individual, distrusting and poorly socialized. However, she remained within the group. Despite holding no particular bonds to her adoptive family, Zira knew that they provided protection, food, shelter and most importantly, the opportunity to train. Even from a young age, the feline was destined be a battler. She loved to fight, shaped into an expert hunter as she constantly strived to hone her strength. In time, she directed her aggression towards other youngsters in the group, training off their weaknesses as she kept her emotions firmly under wraps. But there was always one exception. Scar was a few years her senior, a shiny Luxio at the time with a striking wound across his eye. Like Zira, he distanced himself from the other cubs, a bitterness engulfing his mind at the knowledge he would never rise to leadership whilst his elder brother remained around. Zira took a liking to him immediately. The pair found friendship in one another, virtually inseparable as they shared the same goals of achieving great physical and mental power.

Over the years, the pair’s friendship developed into a youthful romance. Teenage sweethearts, both felines reached their final evolution in this time, but were never satisfied with the influence on the group. They were considered strange, outsiders despite the family’s attempts at involving them in proceedings. Eventually, Zira saw an opportunity to improve both of their lives. As one of the alpha’s sons, Scar would eventually have the right to lead the pride – but Mufasa stood in the way. Careful with her words, the Liepard was brilliantly manipulative to bring the Luxray to her way of thinking. Driven on by ambition and the desire to succeed, the pair trained tenfold in preparation for their plans.

The pride’s leader, Scar’s father, died in his sleep. Mufasa was set to claim leadership, adored by the group and proving himself a worthy warrior – but Scar intervened to challenge his sibling for dominance. The fight that followed was vicious, gory, between the two brothers as Zira watched intently from the sidelines, ready to leap to her companion’s aid. Unfortunately, it all went downhill. Mufasa emerged victorious and despite lashing out at the brute who’d humiliated both Scar and herself, the two were banished for their betrayal. Cast out, injured and tired, the two of them set off into the region more determined than ever to prove themselves.

Zira and Scar recovered quickly, bitter at the turn of events but somewhat pleased at their newfound isolation. In time, they established themselves as mates and set their sights on bringing together a pride of their own. It took time, a little over three years, but the duo recruited vast numbers of outcast felines in the area, uncaring of species and background as long as they remained superior. Zira brought two children into the world and whilst she was never a loving mother, she was adamant that they learn the dangers of life the same way she did. Allowing them to run riot amongst the ever-expanding pride, Zira continued to train and hunt, commanding the troops as she and Scar plotted their revenge. Unwilling to accept defeat at the hands of their old ‘family’, the two of them remained hell-bent on taking the opposition down for good.

After years of friction between the rival prides, Zira and Scar acted, triggering a full-blown war. The fighting that followed was gory, gritty and merciless as Zira willingly led the battalion, ruthless in her killing as she proved just how dangerous she truly was. Despite outnumbering the old pride, Zira and Scar’s followers were physically weaker in comparison, unable to combat the sheer brutality of old ‘friends’ as they almost effortlessly brought the outsiders down. Zira, although exhausted remained mainly uninjured, but the same couldn’t be said for her beloved mate. Scar had been killed alongside numerous other members of her pride. Devastated, the victors allow the survivors to flee without bloodshed in that they never enter the territory again. Zira reluctantly accepted the offer, heartbroken and furious as again, she was left with the humiliation of defeat.

Struggling to recover from the death of the only creature she ever loved, Zira distanced herself from the remaining pride members in the months that followed the massacre. However, the sorrow soon turned to a venomous hatred. Determined to avenge her mate, the Liepard rose to leadership more determined than ever to kill those who had humiliated and hurt her so. Quickly bringing her pride to her way of thinking through keen skills in manipulation, she soon ensured that the whole group were calling for revenge, to bathe in the blood of those that had killed their friends and family. Enforcing a strict training schedule, the pride spent months preparing to take down their rivals, gradually rebuilding their strength and numbers whilst watching from the shadows. Zira was careful in her planning, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

However, before she could bring her plan into action, the epidemic broke out. The pride, now large and strong enough to combat the growing undead population, coped relatively well – simply learning to avoid those infected. But Zira soon saw an opportunity. Observing the monsters flourishing around her, the Liepard was convinced that their bloodlust and stamina would preserve a huge asset to her aims. Ordering the pride to eat infected meat and drink from infected water, Zira was maniacal in her determination to ensure that they would emerge victorious. She wanted the pleasure of killing the Luxray’s that had destroyed her life herself and deemed death by a hoard of her undead followers the perfect means. Soon infecting herself, Zira ordered the attack a little over a week later.

The battle was monstrous, gory and utterly barbaric as Zira’s pride literally tore through their opponents. The felines unable to control their newfound bloodlust and power, they turned on one another when the living were reduced to nothing but bloody remains. Zira got her revenge, satisfied at the bloodbath before her. Content that Scar’s death had been avenged, the Liepard fled, knowing that her troops were far too unstable to remain in the company of – they were already eating one another, clearly too weak to embrace the virus. Zira had since travelled alone, slowly adapting and accepting the changes triggered by the virus as she works to quench her hunger, her bloodlust.

Appearance;
Slightly smaller than average with a slender but not underweight frame, Zira looks almost entirely normal in appearance. Her fur has begun to gain a darker tinge from the effects of the virus, but has always been particularly unkempt. With no concern for her appearance, the feline’s fur is slightly longer than average, scraggly and greasy to give her a rather feral appearance. Whilst not typically attractive, Zira has a certain air about her that is enchanting to the right sort of creature, her scarlet eyes both terrifying and captivating.

Personality;
A very intelligent individual, Zira has a way with words and is famed for her uncanny ability of manipulating others through false promises, threats and when necessary, physical violence. Cunning, the female proves particularly difficult to outsmart and possesses a strategic mind, constantly plotting her actions in her pursuit of power. Zira has always lusted for control, constantly striving to prove herself a formidable opponent and respectable leader with a streak for vengeance. Bitter and malicious, the Liepard had never truly recovered from the death of her mate and instead of mourning, has since turned her sorrow into an undying hatred. Unforgiving of those who cross her, accidentally or otherwise, the feline will hunt a traitor to the ends of the earth, only satisfied when they’re begging for their life within her crushing grasp.

An able battler with keen instincts, Zira is a very dangerous creature. Prone to bouts of unparalleled fury which have only been heightened with the presence of the virus, the Liepard is a violent, angry being that will never settle for second-best. And as the virus strengthens its hold on her fighting conscious, the female is growing more and more aggressive, her sadism beginning to spiral out of control in her pursuit for the heavenly taste of blood. Whilst she still retains a good amount of her sanity and control over her new cravings, Zira has chosen to embody the illness and considers it a gift more than a burden.

User Note;
- Zira has no idea on the location of her children. Whilst she ordered them to infect themselves and fight alongside the rest of the pride, she never saw them following her victory.

- Loosely based off Zira from ‘The Lion King II: Simba’s Pride’.

Adopted.