Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Personality: Avi is a bookworm that smokes way too much, drinks when he shouldn't and has long-lasting relationships with cacti. He's kind of insane in the best way possible, that is, in his own personal opinion. Being a sadist gives him a twisted sense of humor that often makes absolutely no sense. People have a tendency to think Avi is on drugs or is drunk, with the way he is. But it's mostly the way he speaks and the general way he moves. The man has a constant drunken fluidity about him that has people questioning his behaviors. Especially when such body movements are paired with intelligent words.
Strengths: Creativity. Avi can twist just about anything into a daydream, twist words into something poetic. His imagination runs away with him often and he can literally lay in bed listening to music for hours just daydreaming. His creativity extends to whatever he puts his hands too as well, turning little things people would throw away typically into projects that eventually end up hung up on his walls.
Agility and strength. Despite the alcohol his liver is probably swimming and the smoke his lungs are suffocating in, he's actually incredibly agile, flexible and strong.
Observation. Avi will notice a lot about people, places and things. Events and whatnot and he'll notice patterns, trends. He may not point them out vocally, but he'll take note of them internally.
Flaws: Addiction. He's very much addicted both to the alcohol and the cigarettes, but has one multiple occasions tried to quit, so his body knows the wrath of withdrawal well now.
Laziness. Avi can be incredibly lazy, not wanting to do something and putting it off until the last hours of the day.
Overthinking. Avi can have a tendency to overthink his own actions when he's all alone and it can lead him down dark paths of self-loathing and self-doubt.
Temper. If riled up enough and/or running on adrenaline, Avi will most certainly get incredibly violent, either with his words or his fists. But he isn't unfair and tends to provide fair warning.
History: As a child, Avi had a good life. His father was a doctor and his mother was a book illustrator and both worked hard to make Avi and his little brother Leo happy. And Avi grew into an intelligent, caring individual that went out of his way to care for people. Elementary and Middle school were all fine for Avi, the young man passing his classes with flying colors. But it was when his family moved and when he got into his late high school years that things took a negative turn. It started innocently with a sneaking into a fraternity, hitting up a joint of two, drinking a few beers and talking. Avi made friends that were older than him and had certain experiences that he didn't. But they were his friends, so when they asked if he wanted to go someplace with them alone, Avi saw no problem with it. He was no little kid either, standing at about six feet. He figured there would be nothing to be afraid of. And really, there wasn't. They drank, had some had drugs and talked about stupid things. It was only afterwards that Avi was proposed a deal that'd change his life.
We think you're cool. You're smart, real smart. Smart enough to sell without getting caught. You sell, we'll give you forty percent. Deal? For some reason, Avi took them up on it. Maybe he was afraid, maybe he was flattered, maybe it was the excitement of going against the good kid mentality he'd always kept. Either way, Avi started selling drugs.
People started asking questions. Namely, his parents. Avi was never cold or rude to them, but simply told them lies that were believable They bought them reluctantly and kissed his cheek, telling Avi they were proud of him. And Avi was always careful, fully aware of his little brother, the boy only two years younger than him. If Leo knew anything about what Avi was doing, he said nothing. Regardless, Avi kept anything and everything about his selling away from his family. This was not their fault, they wouldn't be responsible if Avi got caught. But so far, no one even had an idea of what he was doing.
Things started to get muddy when Avi found out his brother was into Mary-Jane. Dating her religiously, so to speak. Dealers knew their clients, clients knew dealers. It was a large web and within a fairly small community, people hear things. The walls talk. They have eyes and ears. And through this, somehow, Avi came home one day to find his little brother shooting up god knows what. Avi missed the signs and it filled him with shame and dread. How far was his brother gone? The markings on his arm were deep red, one or two verging on purple, injection sites clearly infected. He looked like death itself, gaunt and sharp, eyes sunken, their glare hateful.
You forgot about me. You left me, they screamed. Avi remembers moving toward his brother, to yank the syringe from his hand but his brother was faster, throwing it out of the open window, a tiny clatter going unregistered by the both of them. They stood and stared at one another for moments before Leo collapsed into angry, frustrated tears. His elder brother was completely shocked but managed enough strength to gather him in his arms and rock his shivering body to sleep.
Rehab was hell on earth. Despite hundreds of threats, Avi stopped selling. He visited Leo in rehab, talked him through horrid episodes, did all he could so he'd get better. And he did, he got better. It took about three years and constant care but it happened. Leo was doing so much better, out with his brother, walking back from a late dinner at some little restaurant that was painfully hard to find (the man had decided to fully change his life, going vegan much to Avi's amusement). It happened far too quickly. A crazed laugh, something yelled and three gunshots. Avi was torn between tending to himself and his brother's now crumbpled body and tearing after the man he used to wrok for and pulling his spine out through his eye socket. He remained with his brother, not registering the bullet in his upper thigh but rather, trying desperately to keep all the blood from seeping out of his brother's chest. He'd called for help and called for an ambulance but it was too late. The funeral was quiet and filled with tears. Leo was good man, Avi promising himself to find the killer himself.
About three weeks later, take or give a few days, he'd found him. He wasted absolutely no time throwing him to the ground and strangling him.
Prison was boring, cold and the food was terrible. Avi's parents moved and didn't even leave him a note. Didn't call, didn't visit him. When he was finally out, a strange sort of calm set out over him. Mentally and emotionally he was calm. At peace one might say. But the nightmares started soon after he was back out in the world. And then Avi turned to the bottle. From the best Scotch to the cheapest boxed wine, Avi drank it. The stench of Mary-Jane made him somewhat sick and so he picked up smoking to deal with his overactive imagination, popping up little things that were related to Leo. An old photo here, a familiar laugh there. The works.
Eventually though, Avi settled down. Got himself a little appartment, a crap-ton of cacti, a job and a cat. He has few friends and doesn't drink much in public, if at all. His parents are still just ghosts, Leo the same. But he deals.
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