Zoe Volt; D3; CBD#2

Zoe Volt
17
Twin to Zale

The host body's soul, devoured. Forever taken captive by the soul of a thief; a con artist. A beautiful face but inside the heart lies a broken trust not yet recognized among her people, the inhabitants of district three. She wields a gentle voice with catlike grace, but her motives are for her and hers alone. She mimics the shadows and scoops up the sounds of the world and translates them into a language all her own. A bandit of brandish goods that she sees fit to steal; electrical and wired. She was the magnet. Zoe felt compelled to steal the wired toys, her eyes glazing over after thinking that she could get them to work better then they did in their past life, but what happened one day took on a whole new meaning.

What started as a soloist whose intentions were mal, grew into a duo of dastardly plans to create the downfall of the black market. Tinkering toys she knew not how to meld together, became that of her brothers task. While she was drawn to the metals like a cat's eyes to a crystal ball, she brought her treasures back as a great capture and took pride in her stolen artifacts once unloved and tossed aside by the mere boredom of an innocent child or forgetful adult. Zale was more than pleased to see how she was able to evade the poisons of the district military, only getting mere glances every once in a while.

Glinting eyes sway with the wind when the desire to let her fingers caress another trinket take her to the next grueling dance of evasion just around the corner. "I'll bring our next profit soon." Her cool voice floats past Zale, a whisper in the wind.