A crimson devil with a traitor's heart and a vixen's eyes, Zakiyyah was the dethroned princess of the Regime, a creature as cunning as a fox and and quiet as a mouse. She hadn't made herself a name in the League, no, she'd made herself all but disappear into the shadow of her relatives. Her brother Kotori was known in some respects for killing his family in the Regime, one cousin a Proxy in Senescence, and the other, Sable, the Resident and descendant of Vera E'tani herself. No, the former Spy had faded into the background, her skills keeping her to the shadows and out of trouble, even for such an unforgettable face.

    Perhaps that was what kept her sane, that little bit of privacy she was able to give herself, a prodigy reduced to a recluse, unable to be found if she didn't want to be. Sean's daughter was like a china doll, with it's blue eyes and perfect face, but frozen in time, with a hollow center, her heart stripped away in the wake of her initiation.

    Zakiyyah wore a mask of shadows, with a secretive smile and eyes that bored into the soul, gliding along in her auburn dressed fur as the picture of regal grace. Alone, as always, but who needed company, really? She had always liked being on her own, exploring and scheming in her own time. This merely took things a step further by actually pushing everyone away.