
☼ ZII
Zii is a sleek, white tom with a few black spots, piercing deep orange eyes, and a signature fanged grin that exudes danger. His face bears three jagged scars—one crossing over his right eye, a curved mark on his left cheek, and a thin line along his jawbone—testaments to his brutal past and survival. Cold, calculating, and manipulative, Zii thrives on strategy, wit, and mental games, preferring to outthink his enemies rather than rely on brute strength. While he portrays a ruthless, confident exterior, beneath it lies a complex, guarded individual, struggling with trust, vulnerability, and the weight of his own schemes.
✧ Zii
✧ Thoughts, "Speech"
✧ Fullbody ref
✧ Zii is a striking white tom with a few distinctive black spots scattered across his sleek coat, most notably tracing from his eyes down to his sharp, angular jawbone. His deep orange eyes are intense and piercing, glowing with both cunning and danger. A sharp, fanged grin often spreads across his face, hinting at a calculated, predatory nature.
Three jagged scars mark his face—one running over his right eye, adding to his menacing appearance and hinting at his battles and experiences. His lean, powerful frame and calculating gaze make him an imposing figure. Zii exudes a combination of smooth charm, cold calculation, and an ever-present threat, as if danger follows him with every calculated step. His appearance and expression alone are enough to unnerve even the most confident opponent.
( + ) positive traits ( / ) neutral traits ( - ) overconfidence, arrogance, inability to trust,
✧ Zii is cold, calculating, and undeniably arrogant, with a sharp tongue and a streak of dark humor. He has perfected the art of appearing ruthless and unyielding, knowing that showing vulnerability is a dangerous weakness in a harsh world. His confidence is his greatest weapon, and he uses his charm and silver tongue to manipulate, outwit, and maintain control, preferring to rely on wit rather than brute strength unless absolutely necessary.
Zii views much of life as a game—playing pretend, outmaneuvering opponents, and maintaining his place at the top. This mindset makes him both cunning and unpredictable, as he can easily switch from smooth-talking strategist to a fierce, tooth-and-claw fighter when forced into a corner. While he frequently rolls his eyes at authority figures or cats who believe themselves superior to him, Zii holds a deep respect for those he admires, like Leroy, whose intelligence and strength have earned a place on his mental pedestal.
Beneath his cold exterior lies a heart buried under layers of ice, yearning for something more—something beyond manipulation, games, and cruelty. His dark grin hides the truth: with the right touch, patience, and understanding, someone could melt that ice and show him the beauty of a world untainted by survival and power games.
While Zii is sharp, cunning, and confident, his weaknesses paint a more layered, flawed character. His emotional struggles, pride, trust issues, and difficulty with direct confrontation keep him grounded despite his strengths.
NPC x NPC | siblings
✧ Likes
✧ Dislikes
✧ Hates
✧ Will start fights, won't show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at manipulation, deception, combat & survival
✧ Poor at genuine emotional expression, long term emotional bonds, trusting others.
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay allowed
✧ Smells like mint and concrete
✧ Abandoned at a young age by two-legs along with his siblings, Zii grew up knowing only the cold, harsh realities of survival. Their mother was gone, nowhere to be found, leaving the small litter alone with no guidance or protection. The kits were thrust into a cruel, uncaring world with no one to teach them the ways of survival or provide comfort. From the very beginning, Zii learned that the world was a cruel, unforgiving place where trust would lead to pain and survival came only through strength, cunning, and sheer determination.
The first weeks of freedom were chaotic. Food was scarce, and predators roamed the alleys and streets at all hours. Zii's siblings were young, fragile, and vulnerable, struggling to adapt to this new life. But the world showed no mercy. One by one, his siblings were stolen by predators, succumbed to illness, or simply grew too weak to stand against the cold nights and empty bellies.
Zii, however, was strong. Though he mourned their loss, he knew that tears wouldn't keep him alive. His sharp instincts, hunger, and will to live became his greatest assets. Alone and with only himself to depend on, Zii learned how to scavenge, fight, and outmaneuver the threats that came his way. Every scrape, every close call, every stolen scrap of food, was a lesson—one that shaped him into a skilled, resourceful fighter and survivor.
He taught himself to become swift and brutal, his claws sharp and ready, his mind always calculating. Zii was no longer just surviving; he was adapting. His rough, sharp-edged personality became his shield, a way to ensure that no one could exploit his vulnerability. He learned to read others quickly, to predict their intentions, and to strike first if necessary. His life became a constant game of observation, planning, and action, one step ahead of the dangers that always loomed.
One fateful evening, while attempting to claim a scrap of meat he had fought for from a pile of trash, Zii found himself confronted by another stray. The other cat had tried to steal his prize, but Zii was too quick, too fierce. The ensuing fight was violent—claws flashed, teeth sunk, and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Zii emerged victorious, leaving the other cat injured and scrambling away.
It was in this moment—this brutal, instinctive show of strength—that Zii caught the attention of the riff-raff, a dangerous gang of feral strays who thrived on power, violence, and chaos. They observed him from the shadows as he stood over his prize, his sharp gaze cold, his body tense, his fanged grin a silent warning to anyone who might challenge him.
The riff-raff took Zii under their wing, recognizing his strength, cunning, and ruthless survival skills. They offered him a place among them, showing him the ways of power, alliances, manipulation, and strategy. While Zii was wary, his desire to thrive overpowered his hesitation. The gang became a new home, of sorts—a dangerous, unstable family built on mutual trust only when useful, survival, and shared battles.
Life with the riff-raff taught Zii new skills and ways to extend his reach through cunning, games, and ruthless decision-making. It was during these moons that Zii honed his skills as a strategist, learning how to balance the need for strength with the power of manipulation and the calculated use of words. His time with the gang showed him that survival wasn't only about brute strength but also about strategy, influence, and unpredictability.
Yet, despite the alliances he formed and the power he wielded, Zii never lost sight of his mistrust of others. Years of loss and abandonment had made him wary, and even in his new environment, he kept his heart closed and his instincts sharp.
Zii grew into a predator—a smooth talker, a master manipulator, and a fighter who would bare his teeth or sharpen his claws when necessary. His time with the riff-raff showed him that trust would always be a weakness, that alliances were fragile, and that survival came from knowing when to strike and when to stay silent.
With every victory, every act of cunning, every escape, Zii solidified his place as a survivor—someone who would claw his way through the darkest paths and come out on top. His life was a constant game, and he had every intention of being the last one standing.
Zii is a sleek, white tom with a few black spots, piercing deep orange eyes, and a signature fanged grin that exudes danger. His face bears three jagged scars—one crossing over his right eye, a curved mark on his left cheek, and a thin line along his jawbone—testaments to his brutal past and survival. Cold, calculating, and manipulative, Zii thrives on strategy, wit, and mental games, preferring to outthink his enemies rather than rely on brute strength. While he portrays a ruthless, confident exterior, beneath it lies a complex, guarded individual, struggling with trust, vulnerability, and the weight of his own schemes.
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✧ Zii
↪ he named himself such, it has no meaning
✧ Tom & he/him↪ pansexual
✧ 29 moons↪ 28th of the month
✧ Loner & Loose cannon of the Riff Raff✧ Thoughts, "Speech"
↪ Voiceclaim
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✧ Fullbody ref
✧ Zii is a striking white tom with a few distinctive black spots scattered across his sleek coat, most notably tracing from his eyes down to his sharp, angular jawbone. His deep orange eyes are intense and piercing, glowing with both cunning and danger. A sharp, fanged grin often spreads across his face, hinting at a calculated, predatory nature.
Three jagged scars mark his face—one running over his right eye, adding to his menacing appearance and hinting at his battles and experiences. His lean, powerful frame and calculating gaze make him an imposing figure. Zii exudes a combination of smooth charm, cold calculation, and an ever-present threat, as if danger follows him with every calculated step. His appearance and expression alone are enough to unnerve even the most confident opponent.
↪ Scars over his eyes, scar on his hind leg.
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( + ) positive traits ( / ) neutral traits ( - ) overconfidence, arrogance, inability to trust,
✧ Zii is cold, calculating, and undeniably arrogant, with a sharp tongue and a streak of dark humor. He has perfected the art of appearing ruthless and unyielding, knowing that showing vulnerability is a dangerous weakness in a harsh world. His confidence is his greatest weapon, and he uses his charm and silver tongue to manipulate, outwit, and maintain control, preferring to rely on wit rather than brute strength unless absolutely necessary.
Zii views much of life as a game—playing pretend, outmaneuvering opponents, and maintaining his place at the top. This mindset makes him both cunning and unpredictable, as he can easily switch from smooth-talking strategist to a fierce, tooth-and-claw fighter when forced into a corner. While he frequently rolls his eyes at authority figures or cats who believe themselves superior to him, Zii holds a deep respect for those he admires, like Leroy, whose intelligence and strength have earned a place on his mental pedestal.
Beneath his cold exterior lies a heart buried under layers of ice, yearning for something more—something beyond manipulation, games, and cruelty. His dark grin hides the truth: with the right touch, patience, and understanding, someone could melt that ice and show him the beauty of a world untainted by survival and power games.
While Zii is sharp, cunning, and confident, his weaknesses paint a more layered, flawed character. His emotional struggles, pride, trust issues, and difficulty with direct confrontation keep him grounded despite his strengths.
↪ Fang Flashing Grin: Zii has a habit of flashing his signature fanged grin in moments of confidence, manipulation, or when he's about to engage in mind games. It's both unsettling and charismatic, reflecting his calculated nature. Tilting His Head: When observing someone or assessing a situation, Zii tilts his head slightly to the side. It makes him seem more calculating and attentive, as though he's always analyzing the angles of every interaction.
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NPC x NPC | siblings
Slow to trust, slow to befriend, does hold grudges
✧ Mentor to Latte [ sort of ]↪ Previously mentor to/mentored by
✧ Mate to↪ open to plots
✧ Friends with✧ Likes
✧ Dislikes
✧ Hates
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✧ Will start fights, won't show mercy, won't run away
✧ Excels at manipulation, deception, combat & survival
✧ Poor at genuine emotional expression, long term emotional bonds, trusting others.
✧ Peaceful powerplay allowed, harmful powerplay allowed
✧ Smells like mint and concrete
↪ penned by lion :)
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———-,. ° ✧- HISTORY -✧ ° .-,———
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✧ Abandoned at a young age by two-legs along with his siblings, Zii grew up knowing only the cold, harsh realities of survival. Their mother was gone, nowhere to be found, leaving the small litter alone with no guidance or protection. The kits were thrust into a cruel, uncaring world with no one to teach them the ways of survival or provide comfort. From the very beginning, Zii learned that the world was a cruel, unforgiving place where trust would lead to pain and survival came only through strength, cunning, and sheer determination.
The first weeks of freedom were chaotic. Food was scarce, and predators roamed the alleys and streets at all hours. Zii's siblings were young, fragile, and vulnerable, struggling to adapt to this new life. But the world showed no mercy. One by one, his siblings were stolen by predators, succumbed to illness, or simply grew too weak to stand against the cold nights and empty bellies.
Zii, however, was strong. Though he mourned their loss, he knew that tears wouldn't keep him alive. His sharp instincts, hunger, and will to live became his greatest assets. Alone and with only himself to depend on, Zii learned how to scavenge, fight, and outmaneuver the threats that came his way. Every scrape, every close call, every stolen scrap of food, was a lesson—one that shaped him into a skilled, resourceful fighter and survivor.
He taught himself to become swift and brutal, his claws sharp and ready, his mind always calculating. Zii was no longer just surviving; he was adapting. His rough, sharp-edged personality became his shield, a way to ensure that no one could exploit his vulnerability. He learned to read others quickly, to predict their intentions, and to strike first if necessary. His life became a constant game of observation, planning, and action, one step ahead of the dangers that always loomed.
One fateful evening, while attempting to claim a scrap of meat he had fought for from a pile of trash, Zii found himself confronted by another stray. The other cat had tried to steal his prize, but Zii was too quick, too fierce. The ensuing fight was violent—claws flashed, teeth sunk, and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Zii emerged victorious, leaving the other cat injured and scrambling away.
It was in this moment—this brutal, instinctive show of strength—that Zii caught the attention of the riff-raff, a dangerous gang of feral strays who thrived on power, violence, and chaos. They observed him from the shadows as he stood over his prize, his sharp gaze cold, his body tense, his fanged grin a silent warning to anyone who might challenge him.
The riff-raff took Zii under their wing, recognizing his strength, cunning, and ruthless survival skills. They offered him a place among them, showing him the ways of power, alliances, manipulation, and strategy. While Zii was wary, his desire to thrive overpowered his hesitation. The gang became a new home, of sorts—a dangerous, unstable family built on mutual trust only when useful, survival, and shared battles.
Life with the riff-raff taught Zii new skills and ways to extend his reach through cunning, games, and ruthless decision-making. It was during these moons that Zii honed his skills as a strategist, learning how to balance the need for strength with the power of manipulation and the calculated use of words. His time with the gang showed him that survival wasn't only about brute strength but also about strategy, influence, and unpredictability.
Yet, despite the alliances he formed and the power he wielded, Zii never lost sight of his mistrust of others. Years of loss and abandonment had made him wary, and even in his new environment, he kept his heart closed and his instincts sharp.
Zii grew into a predator—a smooth talker, a master manipulator, and a fighter who would bare his teeth or sharpen his claws when necessary. His time with the riff-raff showed him that trust would always be a weakness, that alliances were fragile, and that survival came from knowing when to strike and when to stay silent.
With every victory, every act of cunning, every escape, Zii solidified his place as a survivor—someone who would claw his way through the darkest paths and come out on top. His life was a constant game, and he had every intention of being the last one standing.
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