Abrandi Su Inzivan || Male || Cheetah/Avian Hybrid

[Hyenism]

Identification
First Name: Abrandi
Middle Name: Su
Last Name: Inzivan
Nicknames: Inzi, Zivan
Preferred Name: Zivan
Other Names: Zivan the Insane

Birth
Age: 108
Date of Birth: April 7th
Birth Sign: Taurus
Gender: Male
Species: Hybrid Feline/Avian (Primarily Cheetah)
Birth Location: Mizu's Hidden
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual

Genealogy
Mother: Zeeba
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Zeeba was a pure white Serpentine/Feline Hybrid, her tail was long, her fur short with the appearance of velvet. Her eyes were larger than normal and her ears set further back, closer to her neck.

Father: Adranzi
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Adranzi was a cheetah and avain hybrid, Zivan is an almost perfect copy of his father though he lacks the second set of ears that sat behind the first.

Siblings: Zeeraza : Female
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Primary Profession: Demonologist
Secondary Profession: Guardian
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Home Location: Borders Between Sol-Arinate & The Burning Woods
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From birth Zivan had his mother's gift of both summoning and banishing creatures that held dominion over shadows. Coming from a tribal-like family he'd been raised believing these creatures to be the In'zrisa, or hollowed ones. The souls of the dead who never found their way to the light. Of course, once he grew old enough, he soon learnt that they were nothing more than demons. The entire bloodline had believed that allowing the 'spirits' into their bodies would soothe them long enough to send them on their way, but instead the family had actually been granting the demons access to their realm for decades.

Nevertheless their talents were still very much what they believed them to be and Zivan is no different. He is able to manipulate the demons in any realm, bring them to him or send them away. He is also able to 'take control', similar to that old rituals of offering up ones body only in reverse. He takes the form of a demon of his choosing and can animate it for a short while, however this is not against the creatures will and in exchange Zivan must make a deal the creature finds pleasing. These deals can be dangerous and sneaky.

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Structurally speaking Zivan's body is the perfect replica of a high-breeding pure-blooded cheetah. His limbs are long and muscular, his ears rounded and upright, his jaw short a narrowed at the tip with a black flecked pink nose. His paws are large with non-retractable claws and delicate but firm skin-pink pads. His body is lean and his weight perfectly proportioned despite the two mammalian wings that start just behind and between his shoulder blades. He carries them partly unfurled from his body which allows for the most natural movement and best circulation. They resemble those of a fruit bat though slightly longer in length to support his added body weight. The thick membrane that runs between each finger is almost completely invisible on it's underside, revealing the tiny intricate red veins within and the soft downy fur on it's top side.

His fur is a perfect and untarnished white with black spots similar to that of a cheetah but not exact. The grow fainter around his front legs and more frequent towards his hind legs were they grow in count until merging together and eventually covering his back legs from the knee down in dark fur. His tear stains are fairly normal though split closer to his lips ending in two lines rather than one.

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Zivan was born with an incredible intellect that only grew with age, unfortunately his sanity was not quite as long lived and though he remains just as fiercely cunning as ever few things he says make any sense and he quite often swings between extremes. He talks fast or he talks slow, sings to the moon or the lake. He speaks in riddles, or he doesn't, whatever takes his fancy at the time.

He moves fast, jittery movements, limbs that move in peculiar fashions and eyes that wander of their own accord. Yes, he is intelligent, scarily so but his madness twists the words in his head before the come out of his mouth. He fears things that are harmless and has no fear of the things that mean harm.

He knows what you know about the secret you tried to hide last moon but it's okay, he won't tell anyone. And if he does who's to believe him? He certainly doesn't so it's okay, because, really, he knows you wouldn't do that. So he wonders what he knew because he thought he knew it but apparently it's not true.

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