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Zhoom_565
Legacy Name: Zhoom_565
The
Glacier DonadakOwner:
XENOPHILEAge: 13 years, 7 months, 2 weeks
Born: September 19th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: September 19th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
-FINAL STUDY W/ INDIVIDUAL "ZHOOM"
I entered the small room, and was immediately taken aback by it's blankness. The bright white seemed to scream 'insane asylum' rather than a child's room. The child in question sat upon the blank white bed, his eyes staring into the distance, past the me, out of the room, and into the normal-looking hallway.
"My Name is Zhoom. I wasn't born here. In fact, I don't think you could even consider me to have been born by...your standards." he spoke as if replying to someone, though the doctor never even got a chance to ask a question first.
"Well...what do you mean by that?" I said, simply stunned.
"What I mean by that is I-" He was interrupted by a small knock on the open door.
"Try not to freak out the doctor honey, he just wants to help..." the foster mother of the young boy had come to check in the two of us.
The boy sighed as the caring woman stepped out. "As I was saying...I am not from around here. In fact, I would say that I'm not from anywhere you would know."
I paused, not wanting to put salt in any wounds, but I was afraid I had no choice but to pry to solve this case. "OK then...where were you adopted from again, and how long ago?"
In reply, he pointed a single finger towards the ceiling. "I was adopted from some orphanage I was only in for two days about two weeks ago. But we're getting off subject. As for where I came from originally...Think up...past the ceiling...past the sky."
I thought for a few seconds. "You...you're saying you're an alien then?"
He nodded. "And I need your help..." he said weakly.
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NAME: Zhoom
GENDER: Biologically Hermaphrodite//Mentally Male
RACE: Zarhonan
AGE: 16 Mentally//Biologically 21//Looks 13-14 when disguised.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE//KiNKS?: Bi-Curious, too young to know for sure.//Xenophiliac-Curious, too young to know for sure.
LOOKS:
((Picture to come))
THiNK BACK:
Zhoom is an interesting case. Having frightened away over 3 psychiatrists in a scarce three days for supposedly "unknown reasons", he finally came to accept the psychiatric specialist Dr. Luke Morrison when the man seemed to believe in his extraterrestrial origin. Though the idea has been mentally thrown around for a while that the Doctor doesn't believe him and was simply trying to cure the boy's depression, Zhoom would not believe it, he's too desperate for help.
Zhoom's maternal biological contributor, who would have been his mother had she been capable of naturally reproducing, was recently taken for study by the organization known as the Orion Pact. Zhoom has thus taken it entirely upon himself to rescue her, as his paternal biological contributor was killed a mere 2 years prior by the same organization when their planet's government took to long to react.
Recently, Zhoom has revealed his true form to Dr. Morrison, and the latter has taken it surprisingly well.
HARD FACTS:
The race that Zhoom belongs too are known as the Zarhonan. The Zarhonan are famous throughout the intergalactic trading empire for being practically demigods when it comes to cloaking technology. Though widely renowned as the best in the business, the Zarhonan cannot resist emulating the races that have yet to develop their own space-age technology, and this most often leads to them taking "vacations" to less advanced planets.
The Zarhonan, physically speaking, are humanoids with a remarkably similar bone structure to humans. They have dark gray skin which is lusterless in tone. They have no hair, but instead have a pair of long, jet black antennae which, on average, come down to the mid-back. They have two primary eyes that can be almost any color, but are usually dark colors. The most common color is burgundy. They, in addition, have six light sensors just beneath their eyes, which appear as small white dots on their skin. They have three fingers and a thumb, and two toes. They have no fingernails or toenails.
PERSONALiTY:
Zhoom is rarely silent. He is always the first one to initiate conversations, though he always starts a conversation in the form of a reply, oddly enough. He blames the quirk on the language barrier. He is also extremely fond of his family as well as his friends, though he has few of them.