Zelda Harris is a 5'9" caucasian woman that has a body that looks as terrifying as it does attractive.  She is in almost the best physical condition that is possible for a human.  While not as overly muscled as a professional body-builder, she looks like a human equivalent of a jungle cat.  When she turns her attention upon someone, narrowing her eyes in anger, she looks like the angel of death.  She has  extremely short blonde hair that is almost a military style, and cold, dead, icy blue eyes.


Zelda Harris was born to privilege and wealth.  She turned her nose up at the first and squandered the second.  Running away from her stifling, pampered life at 16, Zelda spent years trying to fill the aching void inside her.  Alcohol, drugs, sex, even a brief stint commiting assault against random strangers.  Nothing worked.  Suicide seemed the only solution to the bitter woman.  She knew, however, in her heart, that something was coming.  Something big.  She began to prepare.  Agonizing exercise, intense martial arts and weapons training, draconian health regimens.  She kept pushing her body harder and harder, until it happened.

She met her God.  He was burning down a motel she was staying in.  She was entranced by how fire seemed to dance from his fingertips, like the beautiful blond man was the Creator himself, in the middle of his own Big Bang.  Zelda decided that this was how she wanted to die.  Zelda rushed past running human worms to embrace her new Lord.  Wrapping her arms around him, she was as surprised as him when she seemed to decline to burn to a cinder.  He, in annoyance, let more, hotter flames burst from him to end her life, but nothing happened, except to leave her as nude as he.  Their embrace lasted for nearly minute until they were both overcome.

They've been Centropolis's hottest couple ever since.