ZERO: Tammy

_{/Cries deeply because everything is poop}

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Name: Tammy Noell
D.O.B: July 18
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"

Occupation: Orphan Unemployed
Zone: Zone 2
Demonic Weapon: Parasitic. An old curtain that was recycled into a safety blanket, it behaves like a live, metal snake when weaponized. It can grow to a maximum of 300m in length, and the strength of its material alternates between grade 5 titanium and heavy curtain cloth. Tammy wraps the weapon around her arms to take the shape of giant claws for combat use.

Personality:
Has a strong sense of justice that's just a little _{Okay, maybe more than a little-} warped from all of the super hero cartoons she's watched, and all of the things she's been through Venomisherfavourite. She wishes to become a super hero one day.

Inquisitive. She wonders a lot about how things work sometimes, when she's not distracted by other things. If anything piques her interest, you can be sure to be on the receiving end of many, many annoying and uncomfortable questions.

A bit of a crybaby. It doesn't take much to set her off, even though she'd vehemently deny anything of the sort after she's calmed down. Her crying can only mean one of two things; one, she's genuinely sad. Two, she's going to punch your lights out later. _{Yes, her first reaction to anger is to cry first, beat you up later. :'D}

Slow and a little touched in the head. It takes her some time to grasp certain concepts that ought to come naturally to other people. Lives by the motto 'Seeing is believing', and is straight forward and brash with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.

History:
Tammy grew up in a relatively normal family, not the most well to do, but better off all the same. Her father was a dock worker with a strong inclination towards alcohol, and her mother a secretary for a company in Zone 1.

Because of their jobs, her parents spent a lot of time away from home. With no one around to bother and nothing to occupy her thoughts, Tammy had taken to spending most of her time watching whatever program that caught her fancy on the boob tube, quietly becoming enamoured with the idea of being a superhero and an ally of justice, but all that changed when the fire nation attacked her baby brother was born.

With the birth of her new sibling came a set of responsibilities she undertook to help out around the house, and that included less time with the telly and more with her little sibling. Her mother started working from home more in order to take care of the baby, and Tammy slowly found her everyday superhero intake being cut more and more in favour of 'educational' programs which did more than just capture her attention. It poked and prodded her curiosity.

And it was this child-like curiosity that caused Tammy to set her baby brother's crib on fire one warm midsummer night.

Her father who was supposed to be watching them while her mother had gone out to pay the bills, had nodded off with the aid of a couple of beers- or five, and was of no help when the winds blew and the curtains caught, and everything her parents had worked so hard for came crumbling down all around her in flames.

Terrified, she simply sat there, crying for her mommy to come, but no one did. It was only when the wind threw the flaming material of curtain in her face, did she react. Screaming, she made for the door, only to realize rather belatedly that it had caught fire, and there was no way out. She sat, resigned to her fate and wept.

She was rescued somehow, and put into an orphanage thereafter, kept under strict surveillance to catch any 'relapse' she might have. The courts found her guilty of familicide, but was unable to legally charge her because of her age and so decided the next best thing was counselling.

Her life in the orphanage is quiet, normal and completely, maddeningly, mundane. The younger children steer clear of her, she keeps to herself and she stays away from the older, bigger boys that enjoy picking on her, spending most of her time either married to the television or trailing after the matron like a little ghost. Everyday, she finds herself wishing for something out of the ordinary to happen.

Likes:
+ Cake, sweets, pudding- Anything that has sugar in it.
+ The sky, the ocean, blue things
+ Nice people
+ Helping matron run errands
+ Cats
+ Spiderman, Venom, Wolverine, Iron man, Colossus, Batman, Rogue, Emma Frost, Shadow cat, Judge Dredd, Beast, Thing, Hulk--/shot

Dislikes:
- Fire
- Mean people
- Coffee
- Bullies
- Skittles THEY LIED TO HER, SHE DIDN'T PUKE RAINBOWS AFTER GOING THROUGH THREE BAGS AND BEING SICK.
- Superman, Cyclops, Ice man, Pyro, Human Torch, Invisible Woman, Professor X, Magneto, Punisher--/shot

Additional Info:
- Her eyes are honey coloured in the real world and gold in the Zero world.
- Her Zero form has wings, but they do not enable flight.

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wtf is this gross thing

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Holy crap why is she so dumb

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