Machi
Name: Machi
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Assault, Dust everything*, kidnapping, theft, arson, murder,
Candidate: :]
Former Craft/Rank: Bodyguard
Appearance: You know how they say 'don't judge a book by it's cover' or 'serial killers look like normal people'? They are liars, all of them. If a person were to look at Machi and not be at least a little on edge, they are unhinged. It has nothing to do with the abnormally white hair or the pale, ghostly skin. Most of the time, it's the deadened gaze of the soulless, narrowed dark eyes usually slitted with dangerous intents. Some of his victims died terrified of the spindly, delicate fingers wrapped around their slim necks or the overly thin frame of hidden muscle that managed to pin them to the ground with a dagger in hand and their intestines over the ground.
He has a pretty face, though a bit long to be called such. His cheekbones are sharp and high, lips full and eyebrows forever thin and arched. There are scars littering his arms and shoulders from life before the prison. Now that he's been at the prison for a good long while and unable to work out extensively without drawing the attention of Warden V'tyai, he has become thinner and weaker, bags appearing under his eyes. V'tyai demands at least one hair cut a year from him so currently Machi's hair is just below his chin and he is fully capable of staring at someone from under it to look like someone out of a slasher movie.
That doesn't happen much anymore. He's learned that being creepy means the White Room and/or a straitjacket.
Personality: According to his mother, Machi was born defective. She was the only person to think so but given the fact she was also the one who tried to drown him when he was three, no one gave her opinion much weight.
As an adult, he rarely laughed and a genuine smile was rewarded only to the most beloved of his pets. When it comes to sense of humor, Machi is a bit lacking. He understands the concept jokes and teasing, he just finds nothing truly funny about them. When it comes to dry, sardonic snark, he's spot on there and has no lack o sniping words or rather cruel observations. More often then not he chooses to keep it to himself (being in a straitjacket will do that to a guy) but when asked, he will vocalize. Just expect dryness to rival a desert.
He has a mean streak a mile wide and an innate ability to cause pain in both the emotional and physical sense to those around him. Machi manages to hide this as well as a man in the Unstable block can, often acting the part of the quiet and withdrawn rather than a mad dog on a long, weak leash. He keeps his eyes diverted unless trying to intimidate a person and does his very best to walk with stooped shoulders or shuffling feet; best to not be too obvious when it comes to things like that. He knows it does nothing to keep those in charge from being suspicious
His soft spots are few but one in particular are his 'pets'. He took the emotionally fragile young men pff the streets and kept them hidden away from the outside world. He cared for them, fed them, gave them Dust, safe from the horrors around, until they died or tried to run away and then died. Machi called them his pets, his dolls, and in his defense, he never means to kill them. It just happened. They ran, he pursued. Another big crack in his armor is his sister, Natasa. He is horribly devoted to her even now, turns after being sentenced and being shipped to Wardens. A slight against her is the best way to get on his badside.
TL;DR He's a crazy SOB that needs to be kept away from the fragile.
History: As previous stated, Machi's mother tried to kill him and it is, in fact, his first memory. She was never a very stable woman - his father only married her when she became pregnant with his older sister, Natasa. Their mother convinced herself that her rather adoring toddler Machi was a twisted creature and thus destroyed the only hope the young boy had of salvaging his humanity.
Little Machi never saw his mother again, latching onto Natasa in her stead. Their father owned a small, expensive, and Dust-free brothel. While the children were raised by a pimp and in the company of whores, the young ladies of the evening managed to drill into the heads of the young boy and girl that sex was to be treated with respect, that Dust would be the end of them if they tried it.
He listened and obeyed to the best of his ability.
Machi's first love hit when he was fourteen. Perhaps it couldn't be defined as love by any normal persons means but for a fourteen Turn sociopath in the making and a Thirteen turn Dust-addicted streetwalker, the possesive and frantic sort of relationship was as close to true love as their handicapped emotions would allow them to be.
For his love, a beautiful young boy named Shai, Machi learned how to make Dust. He manufactured the purest sort he could, the best, only the best. For Machi, Shai found his self worth only by how highly Machi prized him - Machi loved it. Shai loved him for the Dust and keeping him hidden away in the young mans bedroom, away from the prying eyes and johns. Their relationship remained as chaste as a possessive love could and, to Machi, Shai was his perfect pretty thing.
Good things only last so long.
Shai left Machi's brothel for some unknown reason when he was about eighteen, out onto the streets. He bought bad Dust, overdosed, and died. One of his fathers women found the young mans body a few days later while walking back from the clients house. Machi found out about Shai's death from her frantic sobs.
Natasa stayed by his side the entire time he mourned, a code for 'hunting down Dust dealers with shoddy product and brutally killing them'. She helped him dispose of the bodies and gently kept the violent young man in line. A rabid dog he was but a rabid dog on his sisters leash, bound by her rules. They quickly found they had a knack for teamwork. Every so often he would pick up a young man from the streets of the Hold and keep them for himself. They were all the same - already broken, young, attractive, and very much the sort he wanted to keep on his shelf and take care of forever. Most of them tried to run away. He strangled them. The rest either over dosed on the Dust he gave them or committed suicide.
He taught Natasa to make Dust and near to the end, they manufactured their own; Natasa was the brains of the operations and Machi the muscle. She was often away at her own Craft hall, leaving it a part time job. He killed any opposing drug dealers in their area and any others that opposed them to the point of slitting a Watcher's throat. That particular crime is what put him on their list.
That, and an escaped young man who claimed he'd been held captive by a crazy many with dead eyes. They connected the violent murders of several drug dealers to the one who left strangled men all over the Hold.
In the end, Machi ended up being captured when the Watch used his former pet hiding away and pointing him out when the pale man approached a decoy. He claimed he worked alone and denied no charges, though he screamed for Natasa when they finally locked him away. They 'convicted' him guilty and sent him to Warden's, perhaps as one of the reasons for building the prison. Machi helped build his cage as part of his imprisonment and spends most of his days in the prison - Warden does not trust him outside doing the clear cutting or to walk around without restraint. To this day he believes his sister will be along to find him.
Other stuff: He's really, really creepy.
