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Basics
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【Name】 Mejila
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【Nickname(s)】 ?
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【Eye Color】 Black Sclera, Red Pupils
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【Scars】 Still deciding
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Personality
Captivating / Flamboyant
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Pugnatious
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Opinionated / Acerbic
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Arrogant
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【Likes】
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【Dislikes】
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Backstory
The only life Mejila can recall is his life on the streets. While not blood related, all those that helped raise him quickly became family to him. He spent much of his young childhood learning how to get around the large city and steal from the rich to survive. His best friend was a halfling named Zenri. She had a crush on him but respected his orientation and supported his relationship when he began to date another guy. The new relationship did not stop their friendship as the two of them still did everything together, and they quickly became a pair to be reckoned with. They were experts at looting the homes of the rich. One day, though, Zenri attempted to pull off a job on her own and was found dead outside the home she had planned to rob. Distraught, Mejila started to spend most of his free time with his boyfriend. He also got revenge for his friend, using his body to get close to the man that killed Zenri and killing him in turn.
Months went by, and with each month came more deaths. Those on the streets, his family, kept turning up dead outside the homes they were planning to steal from. Something was not right. It was six months after Zenri died that Mejila found out what that something was. In a long and painful conversation, his boyfriend told him how he was offered a life free of cold and hunger if he helped the upper class find out who was robbing them, that he was partly responsible for Zenri's death, and that he had only dated him to more easily get information on when lootings were going to happen. That was the last time Mejila saw the guy he had cared for.
After informing the rest of his family on what he had been told, Mejila left the only home he knew. He spent his time learning to fight better and made most of the money he needed to survive in fighting rings. If times got tough, he would use his body to make money. Dancing became an art he knew well, and if someone offered enough money, he would allow more than just dancing. Not caring for too much intimacy, he only ever allowed himself to spend the night with other men twice, and he made sure both times earned him a hefty amount of change.
Trivia
*Tatoos:
- Left Arm- Prismatic tiger strips from shoulder to elbow
- Right Shoulder Blade- The number 12
- K-A-R-M-A spelled out on knuckles on right hand
- More to be decided
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