[hider Naji Mamun: Healy Boi spectacular]
[b]Name:[/b] Naji Mamun
[b]Theme:[/b]
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[b]Gender:[/b]Male. 
[b]Species:[/b] Pixie
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
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[b]Goals:[/b] Become NOT tiny. Survive. Open up a bar and live the easy life. In that order.
[b]Past Life:[/b]

	In his previous life, Naji's family ran a hookah bar in the bustling art deco blur of Cairo's Zalamek district. They were barely scraping into ‘modest' wealth, though one could hardly tell by looking at them, always dressed finely and exuding an air of practiced and well worn hospitality. Their apartment sitting comfortably atop their lounge, quietly sequestered away from the ruckus of the bar patrons save for the occasional VIP being brought up for food and more...discreet conversation. 

	For much of his early life, Naji’s mother was forced him to focus on studying, only letting him help the bar in small ways. Cleaning hookahs, fetching supplies, mixing drinks, lighting cigars. The normal little chores one would assign to a young child that would not distract them from their school work. However, by the time he turned 17, both he and his parents realized that academically he was...rather worthless all things considered. His mathematical skills were passable at best, but everything else was abysmal to almost baffling. The only thing he seemed able to learn with any degree of ease were other languages, but that was mostly due to having no shortage of foreigners to practice with. 

	It was decided between the three of them that college was not going to be worth the money. Naji just didn't have the head for anything besides talking and with his parents starting to grow too old for the night life, it was best that he take over as the host while they kept the books. Atleast until his sister finished college and they could retire properly. This suited Naji just fine and he thrived in his new position, making fast friends with the regular patrons and doling out the charm to ensure new customers BECAME regulars. 

	Oil barons, priests, Terrorist, Counter Terrorists, college girls on tour. No matter who walked into his bar over the next four years all were welcomed with the same joyous cheer and a list of recommended flavors and liquor to pair it with far too long to repeat in one breath. And Naji couldn't have been happier. His sister would finish school soon, his parents could retire, and he would finally 

	Slip and crack his open on the tile floor of his own bar.

	That...that last part stung a little more than it should have. It just wasn't fair! If he at least been killed by some dangerous bar patron he could have least made a good story! But no. The man who drank happily with suicide bombers and police alike was done in by...what smelled like a Mojito. 

	The Demon King's offer was met with no small degree of confusion and (swiftly following) bemusement. He was pretty sure all of this was some sort of elaborate pre-brain death hallucination or something. But hey, if its not, then he could just made a few buddies and ride this whole mess out. 

[b]Abilities:[/b]
    Minor heal 1
    Lesser Flight 1
    Shield 1
    Skill Gain: Barter I-Like other charismatic skills, your personality is almost a magical charm of its own. You are better able to convince merchants and customers of your own to buy and sell at rates beneficial to you.
[b]Transformations:[/b] Pixie
[b]Inventory:[/b] Nothing but the teeny tiny clothes on his back.
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