"I've already lost my arm, no way I'm losing my head."
ＮＡＭＥKhun
ＡＧＥFifteen
ＧＥＮＤＥＲMale
ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＯＲＩＧＩＮGekkō
ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥWith below average height, a pale white complexion, and a scrawny physique, Khun was quite the specimen and the envy of every male in the slums. His erratic, onyx-colored hair often is wrapped around and partially hidden by whatever piece of cloth he gets his hands on. However, what makes him a cut above the rest is his impeccable taste in fashion. Nothing said style like tattered, baggy mustard-colored pants that he wore for days on end. He usually paired this with stained, white sleeveless shirts or blouses. Khun's footwear of choice came in the form of his bare feet; nothing felt more comfortable, or at least that's what Khun keeps telling himself. Also, he only has one arm; no one really cares though.
ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹKhun is a selfish guy, no need to hide it. Anyone growing up on the streets will tell you that the first lesson you learn is to trust no one and to look out only for yourself. Khun learned this the hard way and his curiosity didn't make it any easier. Let's just say that most of the life-threatening situations Khun gets himself into stems from his natural inquisitiveness. He enjoys the usual vices - drinking, gambling, women, and the rest. You only get one life, and the chance of it ending or turning for the worst the next minute is more likely than you think. However, this doesn't mean he's not a likable person. Especially if you bought him a meal or drink. Just don't expect him to go out of his way to have your back. Being realistic about these things is what he does best. Always trust a drunkard to drink, a murderer to kill, and a coward like Khun to run away with his tail between his legs.
ＳＫＩＬＬＳＥＴ- Master Slum Rat
- Jack of All Chores
ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳＨＩＳＴＯＲＹFor a child who was abandoned at birth, life in Gekkō wasn't all that bad. Experiencing the struggle it took to survive, in what was known to be the criminal capital of the Ichiren Dysnasty, definitely built character. As soon as Khun learned how to walk, the harsh reality of how cruel the world actually was, made its presence known him. Unfortunately for him, he just didn't know it yet. Cruelty had a name and it was to Khun's displeasure to have met him. Head of one of the many major syndicates in Gekkō, was a man who went by the name Shen. Who he exactly was and where he was from were of little value to a lowly slum rat like Khun. At the time, the only thing that mattered was that Shen, in exchange for Khun's services, provided him with what he needed to live; good food, decent clothing, and a warm bed to sleep in. The relationship the two shared was strictly professional, but it only took a single mistake from Khun to make him realize how dangerous Shen actually was.
A figurine shattered on the floor, mishandled due to Khun's carelessness. What Shen asked for return, was an arm. He gave Khun the option of choosing which one he was going to give up. As expected, Khun chose neither and made a break for it. He woke up beaten, bruised, and bandaged up, with his left arm missing. He was lucky enough to have been saved by some good samaritans who had found him passed out in an alley, in a pool of his own blood. Khun had cheated death, but after that night, he was never the same again. Melancholy had settled in as he spent most of his days aimlessly wandering the streets of Gekkō.
How he recovered from this slump in his life? Let's just say that it only took one night to make him want to live again. Actually, it took a little bit more than that. I believe there were several pints of ale and countless stories from a local from Taureau.
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The morning was humid as usual in Gekkō. Khun took a sip from his gourd, some foul concoction brewed by the local boys that helped ease the numbing pain of their daily routines, and let out a heavy sigh. Though he took odd jobs all around the city in order to support his day by day lifestyle, cleaning Lord Hazad's manor was the one he found he took most often and hated the most. He often thought about stealing something from the Lord's lavish collection of foreign arts, but he knew getting caught would mean certain death for him. First and foremost, he was a coward, so he kept content with a sigh and a fit silent swearing, relegating the idea of stealing something and leaving the godforsaken town forever to his fantasies.
Even if he did muster up the courage and manage to accomplish it, where could he actually go? He had few friends, none outside of the city, and certainly none that dealt with the buying and selling of stolen art. He would be on the run for a day? A week? A month? Some uncertain but probably brief amount of time living in fear of being caught before actually being caught and punished horribly. It was a fool's dream.
"Feh. Can't believe this stupid painting could feed a someone for a lifetime..." Khun began his daily ritual of complaints before dusting the area around Lord Hazad's greatest treasure, an original work of the painter Giradelli. It took him about three heartbeats to realize that the painting was, in fact, missing and another three heartbeats to realized that he was truly and thoroughly fucked.
"Oh god. What do I do? The Lord will think I stole his stupid fucking shit painting. I'm so fucking dead, I am. Of course this would happen to me!" Khun frantically paced around the room trying to decided what to do next, because what was next was probably a painful death. He panicked further when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Was Hazad home already?
No, it wasn't him. The whispering voices that Kun was hearing were unfamiliar. These were probably the thieves that stole Hazad's treasure. Should he try to capture them to prove that he didn't steal the painting? No...they sounded dangerous and armed, and even if he could somehow subdue them, Hazad was likely to just execute him for good measure for even being involved. That left one option...
Through the tightest of corridors, trash-filled alleyways, and collapsing rooftops, Khun hastily made his way to the only person that he could seek out help from. Out of breath and panting, he found himself inside one of the most infamous taverns within the confines of Gekkō. The lack of rowdy cheers, lifeless bodies, and broken stools confirmed his assumptions. Surrounded by a drunken crowd, sharing another one of his grandeur tales of adventure, was an acquaintance of Khun.
Squirming through the sweat and ale doused patrons, Khun made his way towards his old friend. Stumbling in front of him while catching his breath, Khun flashed a smile and spoke before passing out.
"Hey there, Zeph..."To escape Lord Hazad's wrath; so basically avoiding death. What happens after that? Khun hasn't really gave it much thought yet. He'll worry about that when the time comes.
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