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Posted: Feb 12 2018, 02:52 AM
16 - Male - Heterosexual
AppearanceGahiji stands at roughly 5 ft tall, and weighs about 120 lbs. His body is borderline malnourished from the lack of food that he received in his old place. He is what most people would refer to as an albino because his skill is pale white, and his hair is so blonde that it almost appears to be white. Across his face is a bunch of feint freckles that offset his pale pasty skin. His hair is long, and wild, and drapes down around shoulder length.
He wears long cargo pants, and a longs sleeve button up shirt that shows the wear, and tear he was forced to endure. Draped over his body is a poncho made of some sort of fur that his mother had laying around the house. Around his neck is a hand knitted scarf made by his mother as a means to pass the time, and providing warm for her boy. He has a pair of knitted gloves, and a pair of leather boots that he had left from a ski trip long ago.
PersonalityGahiji is simple minded when it comes to most things he sees them as either black and white written in stone. If he feels that something is wrong, or if someone is doing something wrong to him he will speak up to defend himself. He believes in peace above all else, but if need be he will do what is needed to ensure his, and his friends survival. He is pretty dense when it comes to stuff like humor, and often he doesn’t get what it means. He is socially awkward, but once you get past that he is a great guy willing to do anything for a friend.
HistoryGahiji was originally a resident of the Cinnabar Islands where his family had raised him since the time of his birth. The tropical settings of the Cinnabar Islands was perfect well at least for a little while. Strange events began to unfold, and the world began to lose all sense of control. What was normally a tropical temperament island was now covered in an unyielding blizzard. The frigid weather was something not many of the people on the island were prepared for causing many deaths from freezing. Eating daily wasn’t really a luxury that the people of the island had anymore; if you got food you had to fight for it because everyone wanted it.
The world was a dog eat dog world now, and this forced young Gahiji to man up, and survive this frozen hell. The weather wasn’t the only problem that plagued them on their island there was also uncontrollable pains that would shoot through the area that felt like space, and time itself was ripping apart. Had the God’s abandoned them all was the only thought running through the young boys head on a daily basis. A normally peaceful kid had to survive all of this seemingly on his own; he had to do horrible things like fight kids for food that he knew they had gathered. All senses of his morals were now out the window he had become something entirely different than what he was before.
Then one day when he was out scavenging for food to feed his family to survive another day in the frozen wasteland everything went white as if he was floating in space. Is this what it felt like to be dead? Was the last thought that the young man could manage to muster.
Kandyman - Eastern - Me, mine, myself.