Losers Together 💕 (Zane x Reader) {ON HOLD}

Ily (OC)

Here is a character made by Luna-fluorescence that will be added to the book. Continue making characters everyone, I need one more girl and two boys! When I have my decisions made, Part Two will start. Tempting enough? Fine, I'll also tell you the name of part two. It is called: True Evil? (I may change the name depending on my inspiration.)

Name:Ily(pronounced I - lee)

Gender: Girl

Personality: Fun-loving, happy most of the time (has depression) ships people, FANGIRL, sweet, but can be mean when she wants to, if guys (example Travis) flirt with her she will flirt back, likes to sing, lazy

Looks: Meif'wa with blue cat ears and tail, lime green hair, pale skin, freckles, wears jean shorts and black tank top and red sneakers

Good and evil

Weapons/power: dark magic, can morph into a cat, communicates with animals

I have created the backstory for her, since Luna said she wanted me to do it. I hope you're happy with it, Luna!

Oh, and before we start, here is a picture of Ily I have created. Here you go!

Ily's backstory (She was five at the time):

I remember it like it was yesterday. The rush of the waves surrounding my world, my city, my family. The flood that caused all.

My family was poor, and depended on me as a cat to find them resources. As much as I hated pickpocketing, I needed to do it. So I learned to be tough and followed Mommy's orders.

I was running along as a grey tabby, blending in with the crowd. I could change colors to blend in with different habitats, and since I lived in Pew North, (A/N: See what I did there? NEW YORK?) everything was grey. I slid under the legs of the crowd, aiming for the bank. I snuck inside and hid behind the desk, claws lightly scratching the ground. I watched as a man came in, who looked to be quite rich. I purred, amused, while examining his royal movements.

He walked with great importance, nose up in the air as if he didn't have time to be here. His blonde mane was slicked back, not one hair out of place. His beard was lightly shaved, and his lips were showing under a thick moustache.

This was Garte Ro'Meave, the richest man in the city.

Following him was a wide-eyed blue haired boy. His hair was a mess, going this way and that. He was wearing a blue shirt and baggy sweatpants. His sneakers were untied, and he kept tripping over his shoelaces. He noticed me and kept squeezing his father's hand, but he was ignored.

I watched as Garte approached the woman at the desk, who had long black hair and glistening green eyes. She wore a green jacket, it was obvious that was her favorite color. I noticed him lean over and whisper something in her ear. Her eyes widened, but she nodded slowly. My ears pricked up as I listened.