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Name: Donovan Lei Barragan
Age: 28
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 1,82 m
Weight: 87 kg
Scars/Tattoos: None
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
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Abilities
Monetary Manipulation: The user has the ability to control currency, in its many forms, to a wide extent. Banknotes, coin, jewels and gems, cryptocurrency, all things seen as money and that serve that purpose fall under the control of Don. With awareness of physical currency near his area, the objects can not be altered, but instead merely moved as if under the effects of telekinesis, albeit not truly inside that category. Don is not capable of producing his own currency, forced to utilize what has already been made, and in his possession, or on the nearby radius. The toll of controlling the materials is both physical and mental, as the longer he uses it, the greater his fatigue is. The same with excessive masses, such as massive quantities of notes or coins. When in limit, the consequences of usage are severe body pains, headaches, nausea, the muscles turning stiff, and lastly, the user is left unconscious.
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Race: Human
Personality: A serious man with a silent way of doing things, Don is nothing but direct. Believing wealth to be the mightiest power, the man is confident, blunt, with an eye for doing things that suit him and manipulating those around, with skills and a silver tongue. His plans are shady, kept hidden from all, but the goals are always immense, leading this one to live the life of a king in current times, ruling many and devastating the rest, if they oppose. Also, if he even feels like doing it. A wild card to any but himself, it's hard to predict what he will do in the next move, not a truly evil soul, but one that should be made wary of.
Likes:
♡ Wealth
♡ Luxury
♡ Women
♡ A good brawl
Dislikes:
❦ Poverty
❦ Those he deems pitiful
❦ Overly talkative individuals
❦ Simple minds
Biography: Donovan Lei Barragan, a wealthy man with self proclaimed simple desires, was raised an orphan, poor and humble, going from home to home in search of love and care. His parents, with names never shared to the child, were said to be deceased before Don was capable of memory, and thus, the chance to mourn their passing was never given to him. Instead, emotions and compassion were rare feelings, wise not to have when your friendships were nothing but weeks in length, lucky if they lasted a month or two. The situation was even worse with the parents, his abuse was never physical directly, but to work endless in domestic chores, and serve the ones who took him in was normal. In foster homes, the moments where he found peace from the uncertainty of how people would treat him, the young soul was nothing but a witness to poverty, pain, hunger, and pity. Safe to say, his luck was terrible with adoptive parents, and the homes lived in were poor, broken down, filled with humility but lacking joy. It was a tough childhood, that in turn made Don even tougher, probably more than he would've been in case his biological family remained alive, taking care of him, helping him grow far from the terrible reality that loneliness and poverty were. The decades felt like centuries, the exterior of a young boy hiding the emotional and mental condition of an old and weakened man. In this sorry state, the future 'baller' grew and developed himself, wishing for better days and better status, to one day live without the worry for money, for if he would eat the next day, or even be alive when the Sun rose again. All Don wanted was to wake up, look in the mirror, and see a light of hope for a pain that was not so heavy, so overwhelming to such a tiny existence.
Melancholy, profound sadness at times when suffering dry was not enough. Tears often adorned his complexion, right until they no more were capable of coming out, when his soul was petrified from the hunger and desperation, the emotions locked deep beneath a tired body. To maintain a life of this caliber was terribly painful at each day, but the male managed, he survived all the seconds counted until he was old enough to go out into the world on his own, lost and dazed from thinking reality would change. But there, out in the cities, alone more than ever before, the streets were a new embrace, a new home of endless size. Pavement and concrete made up for the hardest comfort, but so soothing to tired eyes that could no longer hold on to the brutal scenes of dirt, mud, thrash and disdain from other people's gaze. Before an existence of pity, now the Barragan was seen as nothing more than a wandering item of the urban scenario, homeless, poor, and left aside until either the cold nights froze his heart to stop, or until the unbearable heat deceived him with burning illusions and waving sights only to leave him dry and dead on some random park, if he was lucky. Composed of bones and tight skin,it seemed that inside those dark orbs that stared down all the time, fixated on nothing, the man had already perished long ago.
To live through what this one did, hold on to life as much, never giving up even as death invited you to an otherworldly feast whenever your eyes closed, it was a sign of real strength, of tough experience, and above all else, of sheer determination to rule above each and every. Knowing that wealth was the key to make it out alive in this plain of existence, the flipping coins and flowing papers stuck to his imagination as the main goal, fortunately enough as entities observed. Things far beyond what a human mind can comprehend, the intricate workings of the varying divine puzzling humanity since the day it came to be. One of these superior beings, representing the power of the gold, the silver, and the copper, the one behind each colored note that went around, what ruled over who ate and who starved, had been staring into Donovan's vitality since the first breath, and up until these days that seemed to offer his last. Wearing a human's outfit, hidden behind a human's face, was this glorious entity, a single platinum greek ring the only item of interest to whoever saw this figure. On that ring, the singular drawing of Cornucopia caught one's glimpse. Weak and weary, torn to a hopeless husk, the face of suffering was held up by the cheeks, soothing hands firmly doing it. Unable to see, to tired to focus, the sight was blurry, too much to ever recognize the mysterious shape. That didn't matter though, as the opposing figure came close and whispered into those dirty ears.
"Never again fear tomorrow's ash, rule over the valued and feast on abudant days"
A warmth of unique sensation washed through Donovan, the feeling of suddenly breathing in as if he had been suffocating this entire time causing frantic inhales, skinny hands gripping his own throat and touching his own chest. As if born again, vision returned clearly, but the figure was nowhere to be found, to be questioned on what had been done, on what that all meant. It was crazy, adrenaline filled, it was as if the hunger consuming Don had been satisfied. That day would pass with the male, made anew, crossing over the city streets and alleys, visiting the parks and passing by the people, with a gaze observing all things with wonder. At each turn, a coin, or a dollar bill, even bits of gold, laying on the ground, or coming towards him in one way or another. It would take some time, but gradually, the future boss came to realize the money responded to him, to his thoughts and his actions, and the more he controlled it, the more he felt it. Mostly the male felt ill, but bit by bit, his body was made strong, a meal at each day with the money found granted some meat on those pitiful bones, vitamins aiding the muscle and overall growth. Slowly, came the better clothing, came the hotel, came a comfortable life through gathering dimes and nickels to hundred dollar bills. Stealing from those in his path, from unsuspecting pockets, wallets, bags and registers, to even bigger things that you can learn asking him about them, the former homeless man now had some dignity. Imagine the leap taken when he discovered that all things used as money, in one way or another, fell to his will, including what was virtual.
With adventures and schemes one can only learn directly from his mouth, Donovan became one of the richest men around, spending his wealth in ways so grand but so wise that his power is kept on the low from the media and the government. Connections and affiliations with the underworld and the top heads of the world's economy, this hot shot is both feared and respected, beside anonymous to the planet's general inhabitants. In the grand scheme of things, almost all things are in his pockets, life and death a matter of coin flips and financial gain. Nowadays, life couldn't be superior. His body is muscular, admirable, desired by many. His looks are attractive, high class, the face of wealth. An avid boxer, training since the early years of his growth to power, the physical aspects are not the only thing to pay attention to. Now responsible for many businesses with and under his name, the experience of a veteran entrepreneur already in the inner structure of that young mind. Not only blessed, Don was a natural to that corporate world, and even exhibited great luck for gambling, despite not being a fan of such things. The most impressive feats, of course, are left in the dark solitude of his life, the mysterious powers he came to dominate evolved into a deadly hidden force. Like a superhero, the most simple of papers, the smallest of coins, can become a sharp blade, a horrendous bullet. Even gold bars turn into vicious hammers that can be thrown into any cranium. it's safe to say his history is of extremes, but interestingly so, has the probability of becoming even more legendary. This power, this way of life, brought about new and abstract thoughts that cloud his mind when unexpected, and to get away from that normality, he chose to travel, to a new place, to a new city with its own share of mysterious happenings.
Strengths
✓ Boxing
✓ Manipulative speech
✓ Connections and wealth
✓ Strategy
Weaknesses
✗ Extreme cold
✗ Mental manipulation
✗ Fighting groups
✗ Locations usually without currency around {Forests, deserts, lakes, etc.}
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Extra information: Carries coins hidden throughout his outfit at all times.
Theme song: A king is born
Housing District: Aether District 103
