- █ █ B A S I C S
█ Krish D'Juan
█ Recently 31
█ Kris--Stripes--Spots--Fang
█ L'homme
█ Metal Mage
█ Demiromantic Bisexual
█ Computer Scientist+Researcher// Practicing Therapist//Activist
█ Single
█ Slave
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ Dark Brown
█ Hazel-- more on the green side
█ He's average height, average build in appearances; toned stomach and muscle built that he likes to keep under wraps (literally).
█ A bindi; aum on the back of his neck
█ Markings along his arms, neck, thighs, and upper chest and feet due to "experimentation"; long scar markings that look like rips and slices
█ He has vitiligo that creates a near perfect representation of the Japanese islands along the back of his left leg, a deformed skull on his right arm, and misc. spots on his right leg.
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ "Venus as a Boy"
█ ▬ "Missed Me"
█ ▬ "Fly"
█ ▬ "Visualization" + "Shut Down/Depression"
█ ▬ "Oblivion"
█ ▬ "Ultimate"
█ ▬ "For Free?"
!!: i'm gonna create a ******** playlist at this point god someone stop me.
█ LIKES
█ ▬ Helping
█ ▬ Collecting things
█ ▬ Moshing
█ ▬ Yoga
█ ▬ Crystals and Minerals
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ Social situations (parties, events, networking)
█ ▬ All the rampant gang activity
█ ▬ Headaches from moshing
█ ▬ His general Skin Issues
█ ▬ Being watched
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Open-minded
█ ▬ Fickle
█ ▬ Disparaging
█ ▬ Rueful at the right time
█ ▬ Comforting, Charming, and Charismatic (the three Cs to CUCCESS AS A THERAPIST)
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
There were, under no false pretenses, freedoms and joys that his childhood was colored by when his mind allowed him minor reflection of it. The city had not been his home originally but the outskirts where the rich had fields of green to separate them*. There the lushness of nature welcomed the fancies of the more twisted who enjoyed their tricks to be overlaid with fanciful decoration. In a large home built with classic redstone, with a vaulted roof and varnish finishes for all the beautiful wood, with many rooms and quilts and stained glass illustrations, a slave woman had a child cut out of her with nothing in him except blood and potential.
He was raised in the light because he was beautiful and unique. Although unnatural in appearance, the slave woman's features combined with the pick-of-the-litter suitor, produced a child that had people fawning. Krish can remember little of the years before he went through an intensive operation that nearly killed him. Brands were not outside the zone of these slavers but his Master had been exceptionally crafty. Instead of a chip, he thought of something else for his own tracking purposes. An alchemist carved skin graphs out of Krish's body and injected a magic-laced property into the pretty, pretty boy. Not only did it provide heightened senses and power to the young boy, but it gave his profile a heightened sense of interest.
Banquets always had a small period of parlor activities and the young slave boy's body always captivated. He would perform feats by attracting magnetized items, holding weights on his chest and the test of pulling them off bringing laughter and wheezing. They made him bleed to see how dark it would be. They trained him to juggle knives, and dance, and keep quiet when he wanted to scream, and to believe that they were his family and friends. Krish's mother was a hazy dream of a woman who had conveniently become fantasy when he woke from the surgery. There were no concrete memories of her presence. Only fleeting love.
One day, 17 years young, Krish juggled knives and let them land into his master's throat and the throats of the his associates.
Krish lived in the isolated home and enjoyed the springy grass for several days before he left. He'd washed away the matted blood with a sense of sadness. He had been so proud. Krish collected himself and went on his way. Remaining in the sprawling ferns was not ideal and he'd found himself in Saxon City in the middle of a turf war. Like most illegal slaves with unfounded agency, the boy turned to petty theft and drug running. However, he'd refused to be like most. His days at his Master's were spent well; the forged records of his freedom and adoption had been one of the first things Krish had taken from the sprawling acres of his Master's home. An illegal man doing illegal things-- somehow, they differed in sense of paranoia (or the absence of, in Krish's case). He attended school online after stealing a laptop from a used seller and rode on the social security of a boy who'd died young, a man who had hurt him, and details that were wonderfully fabricated. The turf war between Ghost and Haven reached heights which he wouldn't believe.
He cut ties like he usually did but had his home open as an escape for members of Haven to duck out in, heal, and eat. There was an upheave to move once his savior-ways were smote by good sense and good ears; his anonymity had been compromised and there was enough money and forgery saved up to move well. By the time he moved to the east-side, Krish had gotten confidence enough to attend live classes. Inspired by the strife around him and his own trauma, after receiving his Masters in Computer Language and Programming, the free-slave went after his degree as a practicing therapist.
It was fun to live like a person. Krish stayed in a small apartment and kept few friends, trying to mitigate the obfuscating despair that this reality could become a memory (and even that could be taken from him) by enjoying what he could and helping who he can. In a shopping district, Krish rented an office-building above a general store that sold imported foods and worked out of there as a computer mechanic and therapist. His specialty? Illegal slaves in need of recovery, counseling, and companionship. Now, he's working to get his PhD and living lux.
█ ABILITIES
▬ Alchemist ********-- The product that was sealed into his body (oddly agreeable) had an unforeseen bonus of emphasizing and boosting Krish's natural magical abilities- in this case, metal. This explains his boosted prowess.
▬ Magnetism--He's able to control his abilities enough to pull objects to him or stick to things better ▬ Metal Sensing and Control-- Even the slightest bit of metal flaking can be gathered and used to his control. It's great for not falling off ladders. And other things.
▬ Hardened Skin-- It's harder to pierce his skin and cause real internal damage in the areas where his markings are; it's still very painful
▬ Geek s**t: Geek s**t. Idk. Friggin' nerd. He likes books too much. How'd even learn tor read? Who knows.
█ EXTRA
▬ His senior thesis ("The Advancement of Alchemy in Regards to Mental Fissure, Cybernetics, and Chemical Rewiring") was published and widely debated in the scientific community. His claims that magical radiation could possibly exist and effect non-magical or sensitive creatures- humans, elven, fae- was a source of contention but MAJOR interest. Along with the other things he touched upon. He received a good chunk of money from it. Possibly a bit of infamy.
▬ Suffers some serious nosebleeds and dry skin; constant cocoa butter
▬ Taking medicine for lingering paranoia, anxiety, and a real and true aggression disorder
