Zero--00: Kriss

Hah, Hope I get in, really like this group and I had fun designing this character!



Name : Kriss
D.O.B : September 25th
Age : 20
Gender : Female
Height : 5' 6"

Occupation : College student/part time as an intern at a fashion studio

Zone : 1

Demonic Weapon :

Parasitic chain&blade combination. Can be thrown or held (as seen in app) to be used. When thrown the blades change to a more aerodynamic shape and can act as a grappling hook type of thing either to pull Kriss towards something or something towards her.


Personality :

A relatively cheery person, Kriss seems very outgoing and kind, but she doesn't let anyone in too deep, she has a tendency to push away any romantic interests and hasn't had a close friend for years. When she's busy, or bothered, she takes a 180 and acts snappy and short tempered. This doesn't happen too often, as she tries to manage her schedule and personal life to avoid stress and conflicts. Sometimes when she gets in a particularly bad mood she will physically lash out, but don't worry that's not too often~


History :

Kriss was born and raised, if raised would be the right word, in Zone 2. She had a normal childhood until about when she was five, her parents had begun to run low on cash, they owed money, and her father had recently been fired after being accused of sexually harassing a co-worker. It started with Kriss's mother becoming a part time escort, along side her full-time job. (Surprisingly Kriss's father had been okay with that, which should have been warning sign number one) But still this was not enough, till Kriss's father suggested that the two of them (him and Kriss's mother) start to offer their own daughter for sex for a price.
The first time Kriss had no idea what was happening, she screamed, calling for her mother and father but neither came to her rescue. The times that followed she screamed less and less but by the time she was seven she had become extremely disobedient for the clients that came. It got to the point that she was physically restrained. Sometimes it was ropes, sometimes handcuffs and chains around her neck. It took her three more years before they finally stopped using the restraints, she had convinced them she wouldn't be trouble anymore, but the scars from them remained. Through all this she was still expected to go to school, "An education will be good for you" her mother had said, to which Kriss had to bite back the retort of "if you wanted something good for me, you'd never have let Father start this."
Then once Kriss had turned fifteen she took up smoking, it was a bad habit and she knew her parents wouldn't like it, since customers didn't like little girls who smoked, but she didn't care. It was a way to get away. She hid anything showing evidence of her smoking habit, including her lighter, among her few possessions in her sorry excuse for a room. It was the lighter that gave her the idea to burn it all down. Before she came home from school one day she made an excuse for why she didn't want to be picked up, "I have to stay at school for a tutoring session, I'll be home an hour later." and her parents just accepted it. It made her laugh to herself. She stopped at a gas station, purchasing two gallons of gasoline and taking them home with her. She hid them in the garage, where a couple of cans of gas would seem far from unnatural. When her parents had gone to bed she snuck into the garage to grab the two gallons of gas. She began pouring the gasoline wherever she thought the flames would need a little help then dumped the rest just outside her parent's bedroom door. She stepped into her room for one last time to grab one of the few things her mother had given to her before it all started. A long, white scarf, it had been far to over sized for the little child who had received it. Even then it seemed too long. But she wrapped it around her neck, concealing the scarring like she always did, and made her way to the front door of the house.
"I've had enough of everything, Mother, Father. I think it's time we've said goodbye." She opened the door and flicked on her lighter, she lit one cigarette with it before she let it drop onto the gasoline soaked carpeting. In minutes the whole house seemed to be alive with flames. In half an hour emergency crews reached the scene. In an hour the fire was put out and Kriss was waiting in an ambulance, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. When she was told that both her parents were dead, she wanted to yell in happiness, but instead she just sat there and mustered up her best fake tears.

Kriss was sent to live with a foster family in Zone 1 after a month. She had been kept in the hospital after the fire, since there was no where else to keep her while the social workers set up a new life for her. She couldn't say she hated these new people, a slightly younger, richer couple than her parents had been, but she didn't feel as though she belonged. If anything she was just happy that they gave her freedom, and money to use as she wished. She still smoked, but it was less and less frequent as she stayed there. Till one day she just stopped.
When Kriss turned eighteen her foster parents payed for her college tuition and set her up in a nice apartment near the campus. She was studying fashion, since when she was little the only thing that had calmed her after a client had had their way was drawing she felt it was only natural to turn her experience into something a little more productive. Through the college she received an internship with a fairly well known designer in their own studio and has been working there for about a year now.
It wasn't long after she got the job at the studio when one morning a mysterious device showed up on the side table next to her bed, a card was next to it saying ~To: Kriss, congratulations on the internship, and good luck with this. She didn't understand what was meant by "this" but she shrugged it off and kept the thing anyway.


Likes & Dislikes :
+ Drawing, working, watermelons(they're her favorite, her foster parents gave slices to her as treats all the time) being left(for the most part) alone to her thoughts.
- Fire(she actually developed a slight fear for it after she killed her parents via it.), overly nosy people, harsh criticism, medlers(kinda goes with nosy people but can also include: matchmakers, overly concerned professors, etc....)

Etc :
~She always covers up her scars with long sleeves, and scarves, sometimes uses jewelry
~When in Zero mode she doesn't see in terms of color(like we do anyways) she sees in thermal vision. So sort of like a snake would, only seeing things in concentrations of hot and cold. To keep from being overwhelmed by drastic temperature changes, the bandages around her eyes dampen the effects of her vision.
~If she gets a little too stressed, she sometimes smokes a cigarette to calm down. But this is very rare these days.

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Kriss (c)