Good evening and welcome to another edition of CBS News. I'm your host Gayle King, and tonight we have a special guest. She's been referred to as "One of the Greatest Women's Professional Boxers of this generation; she's a model, A CEO, and a Former NCAA Basketball Champion. I'm talking about none other than Ziccarra Liafador. Thank you for joining us today.

Thank you for having me here today.

So Miss Liafador, we're going to get right to it. Can you explain what your childhood was like?

Oh man, my childhood was great. You know I was born in Richmond Virginia. I spent a lot of my childhood on the road though, I had a personal tutor. My parents were you know competing all the time so instead of dropping me off with a family member or whatever they brought me with them. It was really a once in a lifetime experience because I got to meet all types of celebrities and athletes really before I knew how to tie my shoes. After a while my mom thought it was becoming too much so she sent me back home to live with my grandmother.

And what was that like?

I mean, I did miss being on the road with my parents, but I understood why they did; I wasn't getting the social skills children need at that age. I didn't know how to play with other kids or even talk to them. So moving with my nana allowed me to do that. My nana was different...I was used to being able to say what I wanted how I wanted to my parents within the realms of respect anyways, my nana wasn't going for it. If she said to do it, and I opened my mouth to talk back. BAM right at my lips. (Laughs) So I knew I was destined to be a trash talker. That's also where I kinda realized I might be a problem at sports so I tried my hand in a few (laughs)

What was the first sport you played?

So the first sport I did was competetion cheerleading. (Looks at the screen) Yes. It's a sport. I had to be like 11 or 12 at this point. I did that for a couple of years, I liked it but because of my height I would get approached by the Track coach and the Basketball coach. They knew whose child I was and they eventually got me to leave cheerleading. And I did Basketball in the fall and then did summer track.

Ok. I would like to skip further in your timeline. So you graduate High School. You got accepted to Norfolk State University; what was your college life like?

I loved college, and I loved NSU. Around this time I was becoming a pretty big deal in the basketball world, coaches from other schools wanted me to enter the transfer portal. Initially I was against it, because I met my ride or dies at NSU. Plus it's an HBCU so I was able to get fully immersed in our culture. Y'know the battle of the bands and things of that nature. My mindset changed, he had a guest speaker come to the school I don't remember what his name was but he said something along the lines of "You need to conduct and treat yourself like a business. And I heard that and was like that's deep." So I went to my dad and I was like "Dad, I really want to start my own company" and he told me to right the vision state. So I did and that's how the Diamond Company was started. At first it was just for modeling and my mom was running it while I was in school. But I knew we could get bigger.

Before we go any further, where did the name "Ziccarra Liafador" come into play? Because up until this point, you were still being referred to as Jasmine Jordan?

I made the social switch to Ziccarra during my first shoot for Diamond Company. My dad was a famous basketball player, my mom was this famous trackstar. I wanted my own identity. I wanted people to respect me for my talents. Not my last name. So I used a random name generator (Laughs) and that was the name that came up. I aint even gonna lie it took some getting used to, but it's different. I trademarked it and now it's just what I go by. My real close-friends and obviously my family still call me Jasmine or Jazz, but it's Ziccarra for everybody else.

How were you able to initially market the Diamond Company?

There was a preconcieved notion about women who play basketball. We're generally tall, some of us; as you can see are muscular. And in the public eye that is often percieved as masculine. So I wanted to take these ladies. Most of whom were my teammates, put their beauty on full display. While I was at NSU we worked the HBCU scene. My Mom partnered us with venues that were hosting events for the major HBCU rivarly games, battle of the bands, we got a spot during the weekend of the essence film festival and that's where we really took off.

Midway through your college career, you switched to Virginia Commonwealth University. There was a ton of backlash from your decision to change schools. What was the source of all that, and how did you deal with it.

That was one of those "Don't bite the hand that feeds you situations" I became big in both sports and modeling on the HBCU scene that people within our community felt like I should've stayed there. That's going to be the question that I wonder about from here on out. What would the outcome be? Don't matta I guess because I did change and I made that choice following the guidance of the guest speaker. "Treat yourself like a company" I payed that "backlash" attention all of 5 minutes, because shortly after that VCU was in the NCAA Championship Tournament, and suddenly my IG following went from 20K to 60K in a night. I guess If I 'sold out' I sold big. (Shrug)

You help VCU win an NCAA title. You then decide you're not going to the WNBA; you decide to become a Professional Boxer. How did all that come about?

I felt like I was going to plateau in the WNBA, It sucks to say. But I really didn't think I'd reach my full potential playing basketball anymore. But also there was that needing to get out of my father's shadow thing I was dealing with too. I wouldn't truly be Ziccarra Liafador, if Jasmine Jordan played basketball like her dad. Of course I was still modeling, but I just felt like I needed something more. I just remember being in the gym one day, and Claressa Shields walked in, and she walked right up to me and told me I should try my hand in boxing. I thought about it for a couple of weeks, called her up and she agreed to train me. We had to stop for a while because I was pregnant with my son Jordan so I wanted to devout myself to him. When I was ready to return my mom came on the road with me as my manager to take care of him, and Claressa and I got back to it. Within a few weeks I'd recieved a few offers.

Talk me through your controversial debut.

Within a couple weeks I was scheduled to have my first fight, and I remember running into Mark Calloway, yall might remember him as the Undertaker in WWE. He's a huge combat sports fan, but he told me good luck and that I needed to do everything I could to stand out. "Become the Attraction". So natrually I just used my natrual gift of gab. Trash talking everybody; opponents, fans It didn't matter. I knew that I needed to build anticipation for the fight. Going into it obviously some people would remember me from modeling, and playing basketball. So when I walked into the arena you could tell it was split.

I did this thing where I didn't put my gloves on until after I'd already walked to the ring. I don't know I called myself trying to trick people into thinking I would fight with no gloves. It worked but not the way I expected. It generated so much buzz for me that I got fined. Anyways, Jesse Dunn was something like 12-4 with 5 straight KO's and she told the media I'd be light work.

Soon as my gloves were on and the bell rang. I just remember the crowd being sooo loud so, I practically screamed at her. "Imma put you on a T-shirt" We got to it, I was working her early on. And something in my mind was like 'stop playing' knock this b!tch out. So I did. And then I decided to stand over her. Which I also got fined for. And from that day I was Ziccarra Liafador "The Attraction" aka the b!tch who made Jesse Dunn famous. (Laughs)

Eventually, you become the WBC Heavyweight Champion, "The Marquee," as you called yourself, fighting whenever you're challenged. You win a couple of Gold Medals at the Olympics. What's happening to the Diamond Company at this point?

Our popularity sky rocketed during this time. The Sports branch was obviously a huge success. I mean at this time I was it's sole star. We would eventually attract and train other stars in the world of sports but I was the biggest draw for the company. In Sports and in Modeling.

So I decided that we should open up a bunch of Diamond Company gyms in North America. In order to have them all over the place I needed one extremly successful one, which is why we established our HQ in Richmond. The Corporate HQ, The Diamond Cut Fashion show, and The Diamond Mine Sports Complex would all be built in that time.

We have to close out this part of the interview, but I want to ask you this question before you go. Did you ever think back then you would reach this height of superstardom?

I did because I always bet on me. But not only that, I always think about the speaker back at NSU. I sat in the same auditorium with hundreds of other students. He wasn't just talking to me, he was talking to all of us. His messaged bounced off the ears of alot of people, but not mine. I think when you're presented with a positive oppertunity. You owe it to yourself to atleast look into it. Because that simple advice secured me a heavy bag. Yall (Looking at the camera) stop leaving that money on the table.

To be continued.

Two Years Ago

The rumors began making rounds through the various sports outlets for months; The Diamond Company hadn't released a statement to quell the talks, which made many believe they were true--current WBC Champion/4x Olympic Gold Medalist Ziccarra Liafador was set to retire from the world of professional boxing. Those rumors were solidified today when the attorneys inside the Diamond Company announced Ziccarra would be addressing the rumors at the Diamond Company showcase.

Ziccarra founded the Diamond Company during the height of her WBC Championship run two years prior; since then, she used her extreme popularity to transform the fledgling company into an image consulting firm and eventually founded Diamond Company Sports. It became a brand. Today, the company produces some of the world's greatest athletes and some of the most used products in sports, weightlifting, Fashion, and nutrition.

Even though this was her corporate headquarters, Ziccarra went out of her way to stay out of the limelight for the day until it was time to address the media. For the better three weeks, Diamond Company's legal team went head to head with the WBC, trying to come to some common ground--they could not. Ziccarra rose, handing her six-year-old son Justin to her mother Raquel (a former Olympic gold medalist in track and field) as she readied herself for the press release.

The event was thrown together to inform the sports world of Ziccarra's intention to retire from professional boxing. Still, as a visionary, Ziccarra understood that all eyes would be on Diamond Company Sports tonight.

Tonight would be a rare Diamond Company talent showcase, starting with an exhibition boxing match. A celebrity basketball game followed by Ziccarra's announcement. As the marquee, she needed to ensure her outfits were on point because they could be sold later for triple what she bought.

She meticulously selected two outfits she'd greenlit the production of earlier in the year; with her choice to wear them tonight, they'd hit the Diamond Company online store.

For the first, she figured to go with something that'd set 'Hot Girl Summer' off right away, opting to go with a nude-colored bodysuit from her own 'Diamond Line 'Fall' collection. The second was a money-print bodysuit also from the fall line. "I love what I'm getting from these." She said, tossing them to her assistant before checking her watch, 'Damn, one-hour

In one hour, her professional boxing career would come to an end. Thankfully, Diamond Company had a ton of young talent that could carry the torch, but what would propel the company forward without the flagbearer and CEO? Many 'experts' like Jim Cramer of mad money wanted to know.

Ziccarra was an incredibly shrewd woman; she knew what was next when she found out she had to retire. She rudely flagged off her many assistants it was time to get dressed. People with Diamond Company memberships began flooding the "Diamond Mine" sports complex to see the events prepared for them. News outlets and celebrities littered the auditorium entrance as Ziccarra's hand-selected fighters were set to open the event with an exhibition match.

A couple of moments later, everyone returned to their seats shortly after the national anthem; Ziccarra's music hit.(NSFW) The building came unhinged with adoration as the 5'11 umber brown Amazon made her entrance, showcasing her taut biceps in the process.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Founder and CEO of the Diamond Company, Ms. Ziccarra Liafador!"

The announcer's introduction made an already rowdy crowd damn near unruly. Z got in the ring and was immediatly handed a microphone, but the public wouldn't allow her to say anything--not just yet.

"PLEASE DON'T GO. PLEASE DON'T GO. PLEASE DON'T GO."

When the crowd quieted down enough, she realized that for the sake of the pacing of the rest of the night. She'd have to make her announcement here and now.

"Y'all know how I am. I had to make a spectacle out of this. I was gonna' wait till' the end of the night to do this but I figured I should just get it out the way right now. That way, I can watch Kelly Pugh and Yolanda 'Wildcat' Terry tear this ring up."I wish I didn't have to say this, but my in-ring career is over. I had a medical issue at the start of this year, and yall know. I had to give up my baby', come to find out. I would need a blood transfusion. It went well, but it came with some...added issues."

Ziccarra pointed her index finger to the sky and discharged a single bolt of lightning, drawing a deep gasp from the crowd.

"I know, wild, right? Due to my newfound powers, the WBC has ruled that I can no longer fight. So that's what imma do. Hand me my boots and gloves." An assistant at the ringside handed Ziccarra her gear; she then turned and placed them both in the center of the ring.

"I just wanna say thank all of yall who knew me before I was Ziccarra, everyone that's been ridin' with me since day one. Of course, I have to thank my mom and dad; without them pushin' me to be the best me, I couldn't have made it this far. And of course I gotta thank my son Justin for giving me the strength to wake up every day and continue grindin. Yall have been great to me I'm grateful. This ain't a goodbye speech, because I don't do goodbye speeches yall know that. I've been that bish for a while now, and the next WBC Heavyweight Champion is being made here in the Diamond Mine, believe that!

She purposely didn't reveal her plan, and she wouldn't note yet. Kelly Pugh and Yolanda Terry were Diamond Company talent, she didn't want to drop a bombshell that would overshadow them. But the celebrity basketball game was different.

"The Marquee"	"The Attraction"	"The Megaton Barbie"	"Ziccarra Liafador"	"The Benchmark"	🌟	💎
Birth Name: Jasmine Jordan
Age: 30
Place of birth: Richmond, VA
Current location: The Diamond Mine. Race: Black Height: 5'11 Weight 165 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Typically Platinum Blonde
Parents: Raquel Jordan (Mother), Carmelo Jordan (Father)
Siblings: Not currently known.
Children: Justin Jordan.

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Ziccarra Liafador is a former x1 Heavyweight WBC Champion and 2x Olympic Gold Medalist in women's boxing, NCAA Division I Champion in Basketball, Model, Hero, and Social Media Influencer. She is the current CEO and founder of Diamond Company.

The Hague

"How do you think you'll be remembered, Ziccarra?" It was tricky to answer; most of his questions were getting harder to answer. Instead of outright answering, she shrugged before shooting her eyes toward the clock. 'Damn only 10 minutes in.' She thought, realizing she had 50 more minutes to go.

When her family disappeared, the Mazoi deemed Ziccarra too much of a threat to allow her to stay on Gato Island, so they exiled her, and given that she'd made more enemies than friends, she only had one option. To turn herself over to the Spanish Government to face trial for treason. The Death Penalty was inevitable, but the sheer mass of countries wanting to convict the former face of the Liafador Empire was the only saving grace until then she'd live until the nations ended their senseless filibuster. She thought about going on the run again, but things were different now. She was pregnant with a deteriorating body and ultimately decided that she'd get caught anyways. Now, in confinement, she was subject to intense interrogation and therapy sessions; people wanted to know the depth of the madness that lay just under her charismatic smile. "I do not know how I will be remembered, doctor, and I believe that is for your historians to figure out." She retorts, exhaling deep while holding her stomach in apparent discomfort.

"I mean, if we're being honest, I think most people will liken you to a terrorist more than a hero. I mean, you spearheaded the Super Human Registration Act, Led a cult full of religious fanatics, Assassinated Hugo Chavez, and invaded Venezuela, Destroyed Union City, New Jersey, tried to become a dictator in Spain, and most recently desecrated a religious holy site." He continued reading from a shortlist of things (Charges) that the world held against her. Z scoffed sardonically, thinking to herself that the list was relatively short; this was generally how these sessions went. She knew if she said anything to try and humanize herself, these sessions would eventually turn into a #1 New York Times Best Seller. She didn't want him to get rich in her life, but she realized this was a perfect time as any.

"Have you ever been a programmed doctor? I mean, REALLY programmed. I mean, like one minute you are enjoying a bowl of cereal, and the next minute your cutting off the head of a Saudi Prince because negotiations with your family fell through. That kind of programming?" She asked with a deep inhale; he shook his head no but didn't say anything; instead allowed the Conquered Queen to recall specific events from her childhood. "I was never meant to be a functioning member of society. Dr. I was always fated for this day. I was selectively bred to be a killer, to manipulate, a baby factory for future generations that would do the same. That's the legacy my parents mapped out for me. And then I fell in love. For most of my adult life, I have been trying to escape the programming, escape what my parents wanted me to be, in favor of being a mother." Once again, Ziccarra took a far-off stare clutching her stomach as minor pain surged through her.

"Motherhood is beautiful, and even though I did not have the best example, I know I did my best. Motherhood is what delayed our meeting for this long doctor. Motherhood was my life."

She paused for a moment, using her cuffed hands to wipe the tears berating her face. "And now they're gone. Catalina, Maya, Tassi, Selene, Leo. They. Are. All. Gone. She continued exhaling once more. "Who am I now?" There was a fading look of empathy from the doctor as he began to scribble in his notepad; however, Ziccarra's quick movement saw him lunge backward as the Modern Day Athena rose from her seat unchained.

The entire time they were talking, Ziccarra had been executing a series of breathing techniques under the guise of her pregnancy. The final exhale unlocked her raging dragon technique, a breathing skill that temporarily boosted her body's abilities. Taking the sharpened end of the cuff, she jammed it into the side of his neck, causing him to hit the floor with blood spewing from his veins. "I guess I'm just a murderer."

"Goddess, I hope I'm right about this." She thought as she spread her arms wide, head facing the ceiling. She could hear the guards running down the hall. "GODDESS. GIVE. ME. STRENGTH!" Above the prison, the sound of rolling storms silences the jail as a loud crash of lightning hit the prison, reuniting the Malagan Beauty with Shira.

Finding her children was impossible as a Mother, which meant she had to do so as a Goddess. And God help anyone standing in her way.

Unknown location

After the brutal battle with the Desert Demon and Zoe, the Throneless Matriarch was left for dead at the base of the divine throne that'd been uncovered in the wreckage of the Temple Mount, and it didn't stop there.

She was unconscious when they took her but was awakened as they nearly drowned her by stuffing her body full of water, followed by stomping on her stomach and vicious kicks to the face. She couldn't translate the languages, nor could she read their minds; this told her she was in a location that hindered her powers.

They repeated this until the fifth hour when a man joined them in a suit every hour on the hour. Due to the severe damage to her eyes, she couldn't make out his features; she could only see the dim light of his match on the cigar he was lighting.

Up until now, she'd taken all punishment without so much as gasping, but that was about to change. She heard the spark from the jumper cables antagonizing each other and immediately began to squirm--fight back. It was futile, and she was bound by both her hands and her feet; the energy spent fighting Quintus made breaking her legs easy.

"Tell me something. How long did you think you would go... before I found you?" The man asked, his words parted by the puffing of his cigar. Resisting was useless, but she did it. Ziccarra squirmed, trying to free herself from the constricts, even releasing moans of desperation as she tried to free herself from their torture device.

"Catalina Liafador is 5'11. Did you think no one would notice that you lost two inches?" The man called out again. This time, a subtle nod of the head prompts his goons to rip off the former goddess's clothes. Once more, they checked the cables; they were halted only by a final plea of the former Spanish President.

"No...WAIT!" The silhouette of his head tilts back in anticipation. "I-I did not destroy the temple," She admitted, but he knew this. "Ha! You think this is about the temple, no. This is about the Oath you took and then disregarded...you were supposed to be the blueprint..."

The... Architect...

Her revelation was short-lived as the two cables were clipped to her nipples and 600 volts went surging through the body of the Throneless Matriarch. Her mouth opened, but there was no strength to scream, her eyes remained open, but she did not see; all she could hear was the sound of her body literally crackling as 600 volts race from top to bottom.

She'd hunted him for years, taking down his operations; she didn't know it then and probably didn't know it now. He created the Order of Malta, a group she once belong to. The cables came off, but Ziccarra did not move. The smell of burned flesh filled the air.

"I know you can't hear me, but I'm going to talk anyways. You and I have met plenty of times. I exist somewhere in your genealogy already...the question is who" He said, standing over her body, flicking ashes upon her. While he did so, the cronies came out with a needless syringe; he nodded his head for them to continue. "You're going to carry my seed. And my dear, if anything happens to my baby..." His words went in and out, and she could only make out the very last part. "Do you know what a Horcrux is?"

By now, the news of the Temple's falling would've spread throughout the world, and obviously, Catalina Liafador was being blamed for it. But he had other thoughts in mind.

The Two cronies took the Conquered Queen's comatose body to the middle of the desert and bound her to a stake that read 'Here lies the Queen of the Liafadors' He knew she would be found, there were already several world organizations looking for her after the temple mount fiasco.

They'd be surprised to find out that upon looking for Catalina, they'd stumbled upon Ziccarra.

Somewhere in the multiverse

Daytonville

The aged Throneless Matriarch rose from her crouched position to full-form as the would-be thieves scrambled to ready their weapons. "Are you trying to anger me?" She called out in telltale arrogance. The event that took Catalina, Mari, and her adopted grandson Angel from her, left Daytonville ripe for the taking.

Cat wasn't the most consistent "hero" around, but her presence alone kept the islands in-line; with her gone, the criminal underworld began to run wild. Ziccarra no longer boasts the physical attributes of Shira, but she did look like Catalina.

"Ahh hell, when did she come back?" One of them called out subtly trembling at the thought of fighting who he believed to be the Prize Fighter Herald. With a glance out her peripheral, La Malaguena began sorted through several different attack avenues.

The civilians around them added an interesting stake; if Ziccarra attacked directly, too much pressure could force them to shift gunfire. "I will give you one final warning. Surrender now." Z's warning was met with gunfire; it took mere milliseconds for the gunmen to realize this wasn't Catalina. Having been once blessed by the Mind Lavaliere, Z was one of the world's best telepaths. With a subtle bat of the eye, the rounds were suspended in animation just after they'd been released from the barrel.

With a quick flick of her index finger on her belt, Z discharged her conquistador bullwhip, snagging one of the gunmen by the feet before sending a psionic charge through his body, dropping him where he stood. Picking up a slight jog, Z dropped low, heaving her mighty raxius shield into the chest of the other. His body yield at the might of her shield as he went crashing into the wall of a nearby building.

In the aftermath of Catalina's disappearance, Cat invested in many historic sites that were burglarized; she wanted to know why. Moving toward the gunmen she'd whiplashed with her whip, she tied him up once more.

"What is this some kinda lasso of truth?" He groaned. "No. This is a rope," She retorts before yanking him toward her and sending a powerful haymaker across his face, nearly concussing him. "Now, I tell you the truth, unless you tell me what I want to know, this will get painful. Why are these sacred sites being robbed, and who's behind them?" She asked, tightening the grip around his neck. "If I have to enter your mind, I promise you, and it will not be pleasant."

"I-I-don't know. We were getting our jobs via a secret email. I'm not sure what they were looking for...ARHGH!" His screams horrified the people around them as Z implant her will in his mind. Searching for the answers, his mind hid, but his tongue was unwilling to speak. Z could render him in a vegetative state with forced entry, but she stopped as she saw the Mazoi Sentries amongst the crowd.

When they were on the West Cape, the Mazoi were Ziccarra's guard force; things quickly changed following their False Bay exodus. Now the Mazoi had a Queen and needed Catalina, but the Prize Fighter was nowhere to be found...Ziccarra would have to do.

Gato Island

Ziccarra moved through the village; all eyes were on her, some of these people she remembered, others were included after her climactic battle with Zeon. It brought a smile to her face to large the society had grown. Soon, she was in front of the leader of the Mazoi, a woman that once stood as her assistant.

Before greetings could be exchanged between the two, Z saw the woman preparing to bow before taking hold of her. "You are a queen...you bow before no one," She whispered before bowing herself.

"Ahem. Stand Ziccarra; you are the great visionary that helped all this come to fruition. As Queen, I will not have you bowing before anyone. I'm deeply saddened by the loss of Catalina, Maricela, and little Angel. I pray that in due time we will all be given a chance to honor their memories properly, but I'm afraid now is not that time."

Z nodded in acknowledgment, though she didn't personally believe Catalina and her grandchildren were dead. The Queen descended from her alter, motioning for Ziccarra to follow her to the Utopia of the Blessed. This specific place only allowed Liafadors, and the Queen entry, so as she shed her guards, the Queen and Ziccarra moved in alone.

"Your daughter was looking into the BCE gods that lived on the Earth shortly after our planet became habitable. Shira, Nayru, Faore, Tesla, and others. With her work at the museum, she found what she believed to be a manuscript that directly references your family. She also found a manuscript belonging to Shira's sister, Faore, that gives a name to the sealed Sorceress. Her name was Rose, Queen Rose Santamaria. The 1st Herald of the Cosmic Y-Intercept."

Instinctively Ziccarra's eyes rolled; she'd fought by proxy against Y-Intercept for years. "Why am I not surprised" Z retort looking at a foreign object positioned in the center of the cave. "You should be; Queen Rose has the ability to cast spells on a global level."

"No offense, your highness but the last time I was hit with magic, it activated the Dreams and Nightmares curse. Besides, I don't even have the power of Shira anymore."

The Mazoi Queen let loose an irritated grunt, only someone with the power of a BCE god would be able to seal Queen Rose.

"...But, I will do what I can...I'm going to need some help though" Z wouldn't mention that she knew where two of the BCE goddess were, but that meant placing her youngest daughters in harms way.

The object in the center of the room begins to quiver drawing the attention of the guards just outside the cave. "What's happening?" Z asked removing her sword and shield in preparation for battle.

"Your daughter created a beacon in case someone set rose free."

Gato Island (Also known as Cat Island) is one of the 'Inhabitated' Islands of Daytonville, much like Mossden and Mespirit Island Gato island is surrounded by sharp rocks and disastrous whirlpools that prevent access from the sea. The presence of a "supernatural storm" restricts travel via the air.

Due to many tourist death upon approaching the Island, Daytonville Police have placed Gato Island on the "Off-Limits" list. Not because of the natural dangers, but because It's a haven of sorts.

Gato Island sits on the PGF (Persian Gulf Fault), making the Island susceptible to underwater earthquakes. Scientists have theorized that this Island moves at about 7 cm per year. Despite its status as an "Off-Limits" location Gato Island can be viewed from all Daytonville Islands at night; this is due to a rare species of bird called the Illumijay (Native to Gato Island) whose feathers light up in pretty colors at night time.

The Shrine of Courage

The Shrine of Courage is a massive golden statue that sits atop Gato Island facing Daytonville Main Island. The Actual Shrine is a mystery as most people can't see the Shrine; people have taken pictures only to see that the Shrine doesn't show on any digital media. Artists come from all over Daytonville to sketch the design, but those who cannot see it believe it doesn't exist.

In Reality, the Shrine was constructed by Mirage Matron, Ziccarra Liafador, during her stay in the False Bay. The Statue is only visible to victims of domestic abuse, children, and the poor.

The Shrine serves as a "Call to Courage" to venture to the Island, a promise that should they come, and they will be met with open arms.

The Mazoi

Known in modern terms as the Medjay, By the 18th Dynasty of the New Kingdom period, the Medjay were an elite paramilitary police force. No longer did the term refer to an ethnic group, and over time the new meaning became synonymous with the policing occupation in general. Being an elite police force, the Medjay were often used to protect valuable areas, especially areas of pharaonic interest like capital cities, royal cemeteries, and the borders of Egypt. The Mazoi, as they relate to the village, were initially victims of Sex Trade and Human Trafficking. Eventually, Orphans and Domestic Violence victims from the outside world were also recruited. Following their departure from the West Cape, the Mazoi established a civilization within the walls of Gato Island. All former victims of various crimes, the Mazoi, have transformed themselves into an elite fighting force that can defend themselves and others. In previous incarnations, the Mazoi consist of only females, the change was made when orphaned, or abused boys began to populate the Island. Now the Mazoi accept both men and women, though the male population is low due they believe it is due to men not wanting to be seen as weak.

The Mazoi have a structured society that consists mostly of mental rehabilitation and meditation. Before anyone can become a member of the Mazoi, they must complete the Mental Training of the regimen, which is coping with whatever they were a victim of. Once the Mental Training has been completed, people may opt to join the Mazoi or reside as a citizen of Faore Village. The Mazoi are only allowed to leave the Island while working. They are sometimes tasked to infiltrate cities looking for victims; they assess each situation before acting with violence to remove the aggressor. Mazoi is given free reigns to invite victims back to the Island for rehabilitation. Children are a different case. Some Mazoi are discharged as social workers and live in the outside world. These Mazoi will work on the child's behalf, in finding them a family through legal means. Abused Orphans and Trafficking Victims are immediately taken to Gato Island to undergo the Mental Training Regimen.

Children undergo a similar program, but they are under the care of Elder Mazoi. They, too, experience a mental training regimen designed for their specific needs, but they also learn how to hunt, learn the basics of unarmed combat, and are given an education. Once children have finished all introductory courses, they can be adopted by the rest of the Mazoi Society.

Faore Village

Inside the massive cave of Gato Island rest the Village of Faore or Faore Village. Most of the Mazoi reside inside the city, though some of the hardcore reside ontop of Gato Island. The Faore Village was believed to be constructed and abandoned during ancient times; however, the Mazoi found it and repurposed it to their liking.

The village was reminiscent of ancient Greek architecture, but most of the monuments of Greek Mythology were removed in favor of Mazoi themed champions.

The Marketplace sits on the main road and has numerous vendors, including a Butchershop, Fruit and Vegetable Vendors, a Blacksmith, and a general-purpose store.

The village works on the bartering system. This allows the citizens to exchange goods on their own accord without Mazoi intervention. There are multiple religious venues, so people are free to worship at their preference.

There is a public forum in the square for discussion; there are only two mandatory meetings everyone has to attend—public Ordinances and Elections. In the previous Mazoi society, the Liafador family acted as the governing body; however, that changed with the founding of Faore Village. The Mazoi have an elected official that oversees the town and an elected champion of the Mazoi.

The citizens aren't restricted to the Island; they are allowed to leave freely; however, they must be able to return to Gato Island with their resources. Most merchants will venture out into Main Island Daytonville to receive goods and then return to the village.

Wildlife

Gato Island is surrounded by dense jungle, because of the frequent storms and the natural climate Gato Island is often humid. The Forest is plagued by various carnivorous and often giant animals including serpents, snakes, and bears. Large portions of the jungle are maladaptive, laced with poison plants and mutated animals, these areas are off-limits to many inside Faore Village except the Mazoi.

The Mazoi Ambassador

Formerly, Catalina Liafador was the Princess of the Mazoi; now that the Mazoi has restructured their society, Catalina is referred to as the Mazoi Ambassador. Despite not undergoing the Mazoi Training, Cat's role is crucial because she exists as a celebrity not just to the Mazoi, but to a good portion of the world.

As she raises awareness of Human Trafficking/Sex Trafficking, she assists the Mazoi in combating the 'pandemic.' As Catalina is the host of Faore (The Prize Fighter), she is gifted access to the Island and input on Mazoi operations around the globe. Catalina has the Mazoi unit that she can deploy (she forgets) should she need to. Unlike the previous Mazoi Society, the Mazoi will only entertain Catalina's concerns; the rest of the Liafadors have no influence. This is due to Catalina being the clone of Ziccarra.

The Utopia of the Blessed

Is a cave on the backside of Gato Island that Catalina uses when she frequents the Island, it is the only location that the Mazoi needs permission to enter. The cave acts as a base of operation for Catalina, as she fears Daytonville Police will soon discover her place of residence on Fareeha Island. The cave is accessible a number of ways, mostly thru row boat train around to the back of the island. There is also a secret doorway inside the Mayor's office that will allow access to the cave. The cave is known to the Mazoi and Catalina's daughter Maricela, and to whoever she decides to bring inside.

From here, Cat uses an illegal 3rd Society supercomputer to tap into files and correspondence that hint at possible human and sex trafficking. The computer whose specs are on par with any of those used by leading national security agencies is self-sufficient; it permits global surveillance and also connects to a massive information network as well as storing vast amounts of information.

This is also where Catalina stores her Invisible Jet, which is more of a novelty because as Cat she can teleport; and as the Goddess, she can fly.

Bogota - Not so long ago... 10:30 pm

They'd taken control of the city, the "Shadow Cardinal" positioned herself as the single most important person in the city. The former sex slave turned drug lord lobby into Colombia's corrupt government ensuring she stayed uncontested in her reign over the city. Tonight, however; she was contested they'd entered the city looking for Catalina Liafador, daughter of La Malaguena Ziccarra Liafador-Knightfall.

Bodies littered the Bogota gutters from both sides as fighting expands from the day into the night. In a move to flush out the Mistress of Darkness, The Red Cardinal Queen flushed her daughter out by attacking storage warehouses, the attacks on Cat's cocaine warehouses forced Catalina to end the senseless fighting and broker a temporary truce. A truce that would not extend past midnight.

"Ziccarra Liafador-Knightfall. What do I owe the displeasure" Cat's voice could be heard before porting in through a pool of darkness. She'd grown so much since the last time they were face to face.

The Shadow Cardinal uninhibitedly moved to within an arm's length of her mother, fueled by hatred and a desire to maim those that stole her childhood--namely the woman standing in front of her.

"Catalina, I just want to talk," Ziccarra replied relaxing despite Cat's efforts to make her uncomfortable. Cat scoffed before sarcastically gazing at the dead Cardinals and dead gang members in the streets. "I think it would've been a lot easier to send me a tweet first" She replied sardonically before raising a curious brow for Z to speak.

"Catalina. I don't want to be enemies with you. I want to try and make amends." Cat could see Ziccarra was sincere, which is why she chose to laugh in her face. "Make amends? I think we have two different ideas on how to make amends. Let me explain what that means for me. That means killing you here, flying to New York f*** your husband and slit his throat right before he finishes. It means going to Malaga and burning that b!tch to the ground. It means I erase every trace of your existence. THAT's what making amends mean for me."

Mother and Daughter momentarily locked eyes, the heat of Cat's hatred absorbed any would be tears that formed under her cinnamon eyes. Instead, they grew thirsty by the second for revenge. Even though this was the most opportune moment, The Young Liafador wasn't stupid, Ziccarra could strike faster than most could think, and she wasn't entirely sure her mother was defenseless--She wasn't.

"I can see this was a mistake," Ziccarra said again saddened, but giving no outward tell.

"A MISTAKE?! no, I'm the mistake. A fcking CLONE. You're still trying to see me as your daughter, but I AM YOU. You tried to kill me, and when you failed? I spent 13 years as a sex slave! and now you want to be a mother?! Does he know?"

Cat's question, though vague Ziccarra knew exactly what she was asking. "He thinks you're my niece." Ziccarra started to depart, but Cat's chuckle snagged her attention once more.

"Niece-daughter clone to be exact. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I was created to be a better more ruthless version of you. You have everything to be ashamed of, you're hiding a pivtol part of yourself. You don't need to make amends with me. You need to make amends with yourself. I suggest you do it soon because I am going to kill you. That's for sure. Just like I did your parents.

Kwazulu Alcazar - Cape Tassi

"Mommy why did Catalina leave?" Ziccarra's pacific blue eyes tilt down toward her youngest daughter, She could see the confusion mounting in Tassi's eyes. Tassi was always taught that family stayed together; but it wasn't a theme associated with the Liafador Family. Zeon and her new band of Cardinals took up arms against them; Leonel and Alexis were once again off doing their own thing- because she felt imprisoned Cat left too. "Tassi..." Z called squatting down to eye level whilst Star annoyingly licked her ankles.

"Catalina is an adult, and as Adults we have to branch out and learn things on our own. See and experience things for ourselves. One day you and Star will leave too, this does not mean you don't love me--It just means you are ready to learn from the world. Tassi, these experiences are why we live life” Ziccarra’s words seemingly disarmed the confused Liafador, but she could see that deep down the confusion wouldn’t subside with a simple parable.

Over the course of the last few months, Z in Goddess form was in hot pursuit of a man known only as “The Architect” Most of her time was diverted towards finding this abductor of children; rarely did she have the opportunity to spend with her daughter.

Today was different, they began with ice cream in the markets, followed by a slight lesson in battle tactics—Ziccarra never really instructed Tassi in anything of the sort in hopes that she’d never need it. Today was different. After seeing how the Architect dismantled families; she realized her mandate to not train Tassi was foolish.

To Tassi, she was just slashing a sword and pushing a shield; but in the days, weeks, months and years to come she’d be molded into a well-rounded warrior; able to attack in close quarters and from afar.

The day ended here, both mother and daughter sweaty from combat sitting along the shoreline with Tassi propped in between Ziccarra’s legs---and Star between hers. The moment of silence was filled with the waves halting at the shoreline, Ziccarra with her lips pressed against the back of her daughter’s head. Being one of the world’s foremost telepaths, she could feel the thoughts of hundreds of parents worldwide; yearning for the return of their children.

But the truth of the matter was, she was never around for her children; she was always so busy fighting this, or fighting that; that she never really spent time with any of them—save for Selene.

“Mommy, are you leaving again…” Tassi’s sweet voice broke her meditation and nearly her heart. Of course she was leaving again; it was the whole point of her going to Tokyo and meeting with Cadence to get new Intel on the Architect.

“Yes darling. I will be leaving shortly.” Ziccarra’s reply didn’t seem to have a deep emotional effect on her child; which was horrible. “Ok then I train with Maya” It was almost as if she expected it; but how could she not ever since Alexis broke the hold on her memories Z had been on the go.

She’d nearly neglected her duties as a mother; leaving the daunting task to her two daughters. But then again it was a reoccurring theme through her family’s storied history. Z herself had abandonment issues—issues that started with her mother; and were routinely reinforced by the departure of her husband. This was the curse—having such a beautiful young daughter; but caring enough about the world as a whole—being compelled to stop the Architect.

The Gift was Tassi, probably not now she’d see the true Good in her mother; she’d see the lengths she’d go to for the things she cared about--Even if there was an entire history of her doing wrong.

With her arms resting around her knees, she watched them play at the water’s edge, happy and innocent; her solace in their safety was something she couldn’t say the same for the parents of the missing children. Releasing a reluctant sigh, The 1^st Princess rose to her feet; and made her way toward Tassi. “Darling…it tis time for me to go. I promise you. I will return.”

OOC NOTES: This'll be a series of blogs I put together for Z It's supposed to lead to an event I've been planning. I've decided to move slow because of IJ2

East Jerusalem, Palestine

"Charlie, are you sure the children are being held here?" She screamed sprinting through town with bullets colliding with her Raxus Shield.

"Yes, Princess the warehouse should be about 3 blocks from your current location." His confirmation was all she needed; tensions were rising; rioters littered the streets praying for a reason to lash out against one another. A couple of hours ago, radicals attacked a Palestini school and kidnapped several children--children believed to be mutants. Via FB live the suspects claimed to be of Israeli descent, the claims sent the land of Palestine into an uproar. On a day as clear as this...the suspects didn't expect lightning to strike, and when it did It released the Mazoi Princess--Ziccarra Liafador.

Dashing through the packed streets chasing down a van, with her shield and braclets working overtime to prevent a sproadic round from penetrating her pristine features; she begin to process ways to disable the van altogether. "You know you could just teleport" Charlie suggest via her ear piece. "I do not know why I always forget that I can do that" Mid-stride the Goddess' frame gradually faded out until she was nothing more than an afterimage; she reappeared on the good of the van. "I gave you a chance to stop. My patience has worn thin mortals" Throwing mountain moving fist into the engine, the van came to an abrupt stop.

Their gunshots were dwarfed in comparison to the various riots taking place around them. Dashing forward just enough to grab the barrel; the Cape Princess disarmed one man before stealing his arm with her blade. Blood drip off the tip of "Medusa's head" there was no need to wipe the fresh blood--there was more to be had.

Ducking under a strangely well executed jab, she pulled her shield backwards using it to backhand the 2nd gunman out of the way, while she inpaled the third. Before the second gunmen could rebound, the cackle and hiss of her bullwhip left him lying on the ground with a huge "Z" cut into his chest.

"Charlie, I have the children." Opening the back of the van trying to cast a calm demenor, she noticed all the children here were--"mutants"

"Say what?" Charlie chimed in again.

"These children are mutants. Just like the ones we rescued in El Salvador." She was curious now, the last three rescue missions involved children that were mutants--which was sort of a new development.

"Has our guy switched his MO?" He asked, but Ziccarra really didn't know. She'd find out who was running this ring and when she didl she'd collect his head. "Looks like it, but right now I have to find the rest of the children before a war breaks out"

"Yeah, you might want to do that. You also might want to fly this time girlie." Charlie was a friend of Ziccarra's grandfather, he was also her godfather; in her later years the old man played a huge role in shaping her development and helping her to establish Liafador International--a company Zeon now seemingly had control of.

"Make sure the local authorities pick the children up. I'll foward you the coordinates to where I left them"

The concrete broke under the sheer force of her take off, she needed to find the warehouse, but the archaic technology on her body didn't facilitate the search. "So uh you gotta plan B dollface?"

"I can probably find them by their thoughts, but I will first need to isolate the rest of the city. Do not call me dollface." She said closing her eyes.

Ziccarra had the ability to find and locate anyone in the city; with enough focus she could broaden that search country wide. What she was asking herself to do here; was find a group of scared children in a city full of riots.

"This would be so much easier, If I had Alexis' speed" she murmured, narrowing her search down to a couple of block excluding the thoughts of men and women. "I-I-found them Charlie."

"You know I gotta ask, why are these people rioting. You'd think they'd be ready for war, not destroying their own city." Charlie was right, these Palestinians weren't retaliating against the Israeli's they were destroying their own homes.

"I suspect meta-human influence." Dive bombing into the warehouse the remaining gunmen scattered, they were taken off guard.

With a simple flick of her wrist, three psi-daggars impaled three of the gunmen, before turning her attention to a man wearing a black mask.

"Hmm..the Goddess huh" He said smugly, his voice was course almost as if something had been done to his vocal cords. He stood about her height, and didn't carry any indication of an accent so she assumed him to be American. "Who are you, and why are you kidnapping children" Z spat with her shield still hoist.

"Who I am no longer matters, you've officially over stayed your welcome" From his suit, he brandish a pistol; but before he could point the weapon in her direction--Her conquistador bullwhip was lodged around his wrist. He pulled back, which immediatly surprised Z; she hadn't expected him to be so strong.

Moving closer with her left hand still grasping her rope; and her right hand clasping her shield, Z bobbed and weaved in and out of his punches. As a mortal Ziccarra was natrually passive; she didn't too much care to fight--but Shira? The Goddess? she was nothing short of truculent.

Things like this excite her, his fist smashed against the hull of her shield, the lissom Goddess executed a back leg sweep bringing down the masked abductor pinning him to the ground with her shield lightly touching his neck.

Most situations like this were brought to a bloodly quietus, but information was needed; and she sought to get it.

"Tis clear by your combat skills that you are not in charge, who do you work for?" He tried to fight, but the Princess bore down with the majority of her weight on his core preventing him from going anywhere.

"Go to hell" he cursed, Ziccarra's blade lightly grazed his neck in retaliation. "I have what I came here for. The children are safe, I have no need for you. I will find your employer one way or another. Do you want to be alive or dead when that happens--that is your choice." Ziccarra's cerulean tinted eyes never wavered, he could see she meant it. Even with her stoic demeanor Ziccarra could slit his throat and think nothing of it.

"We call him the Architect, no one knows who he is exactly. He sends us our orders through messengers. We were only abducting human children, about a month ago we switched focus to mutants and metas."

Finally, she was getting somewhere. "Where was the last known location of YOUR messenger?" She asked, having turned back to see the rest of the children locked in shock proof cages.

"Tokyo, a guy sent me my message from Tokyo. He never gave a name."

"Charles book me a flight to Tokyo as soon as possible." she commanded, once again turning her pacific gaze back to the man in the black mask.

"Turn off the signal your using to cause the riots."

"I can't once I put it out, I can't turn it off until it's run it's course." He squirmed. "Or...unless you're dead... Children..."

"Turn away" Ziccarra called out hooking her Conquistador Bullwhip around his neck like a noose.