Zoe Rebecca Felix

A beautiful childe- as all childe are- Zoe is a curvy girl and proud of it. Her broad boyish shoulders and wide hips extenuate her tiny middle, giving her that perfect hourglass shape. She does have a little pouch of a stomach, but she's never really cared about that, looks far from her mind. Apart from her long poker straight hair which she dyes with kool- aid, she doesn't fall victim to the typical girlish woes of appearance. Sure, she likes to wear pretty things, blouses and dresses and skirts and such but she's never been one to obsess over them. Even if she does get enthusiastic about her nail polish at times.

Standing at 5'7, Zoe is rather odd for a childe. Her sense of style is random- from ratty hipster hats to frilly sparkly dresses- and when it comes to eating blood is far from her mind. She has learned that although she doesn't like typical human food, sweets are amazing, and so it isn't uncommon for her to be snacking on sweets.

Sugar and spice and everything nice; that's what little girls are made of. Zoe is one of the kindest people you will ever meet. Too bad there's not a single braincell in that head of hers. She's a loving soul, one who would never hurt a fly let alone a human being, and yet she is cursed with being one who drinks blood. It upsets her, at times, but she'll pinch her nose and drink her due, although only when her parents force her. That's why she loves the truce- she doesn't have to hurt such cute little mortals. She's not one for hunting, ever, so typically her parents take her to a fancy restaurant where she'll be too distracted by shiny things to embarrass them and they order her some tiger blood or something.

As for her brain, she is very simply dumb. If it weren't for the kool- aid you would see her blonde hair and understand why she'll stare at you with that ditsy way of hers then make some comment about her thumb seeming to be mexican. Typically insults go over her head, so she doesn't care about people making fun of her lack of intelligence, but when words do find a way to hurt she becomes very sad and weepy like a small child. Also like a child, a piece of candy can make her all better.

Her only real skill in life is her ability to decorate cakes and bake. She's not allowed to work the ovens- too many fires- but she does own a cupcake shop/ bakery where she sells her creations. "Zoe's Zweets" is the name and she is almost always there, piping icing onto cupcakes or into her mouth- whichever comes first.

Born in the Elizabethan Era, Zoe has never known want for the earth's luxuries. Although also known for creating many bitten for the fun of it, the Felix coven is incredibly wealthy and respected as most childe covens are. Although the older covens hold greater power over the younger ones, the Felix coven is also somewhat feared, for in turn for biting mortals they also have a habit of slaughtering bitten- also for the fun of it. Into this ruthless family, the kind soul of Zoe was born, although for a long time she was known merely as Rebecca. She was treated as most women were in that era, as her brothers would leave to hunt with their father, she would sit home with her mother. They would be brought their meals and so Rebecca never really had the need to learn a hunting skill. Instead she learned manners, how to be a lady despite her fangs, and so even as time moved on she remained a kind, polite young lady.

The coven picked up and moved to America only recently when ships were comfortable enough to carry them in luxury. By that time, a re-named Zoe was already down to one brother due to the slayer rebellions and freak accidents, and so the two final Felix childe were well protected by their parents. They tried to send them both to Chicago when word leaked about the truce, but Zoe's brother grew restless and one day he picked up and vanished from their lavish apartment. Zoe didn't care much, knowing that whatever happened to him, it was something that he had wanted, and so she carries on her simple life with her bakery and body guards and rich lifestyle.

Now, if she could only buy a giraffe...

(see jay.)