Zaria

"What do you MEAN you want a slice of my pie? Go get your own! ... Oh, you bought this one? Well, nice of them to tell me..."

Zaria has lived an odd life. She doesn't exactly know how she came into being. Her father, the owner and head chef of a local pizzeria, was simply creating pizzas one day, and then suddenly, there she was. She was a creature of beauty molded from the finest of ingredients, and she had such an enchanting, fiery personality that he could not help but admire her. So, as to keep her warm every night, he would create a pizza, especially for her, which would serve as a warm place of residence a few times a day. She didn't mind the relative seclusion in the darkness, and enjoyed the warmth, though in reality she was also keeping herself 'fresh' via the absorption of some qualities of these baked goods she rested in.

Her creator had a rather jealous daughter, and one day she took the box she knew Zaria was in to a rather popular predatory hot spot that had requested an order, stacking it on as a complimentary pizza. When Zaria woke, now staring at her new captors, she made a mad dash for it, and has been out on her own ever since, now feeling abandoned and too fiery in her demeanor to ask for assistance. On occasion, she'll slip into a pizzeria or a get-together, or anything of the like where baked Italian goods may be present, just to feel that familiar warmth and rejuvenate herself. Don't you worry, she's quite sanitary, and tasty, to boot, should she accidentally be scarfed down with a slice... Or not so accidentally plucked and teased. Just prepare for a foul slew of curses from this feisty little thing.

((Alt of Okusennman.))