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Neon Rainbow: Royals of Miami (Crime/Gang story satire with a neon aesthetic)

Maiyara Ryder

ARREST & SENTENCING INFORMATION _______________________________________________ CRIMINAL OFFENSE NOTES Petty theft Stole cosmetic items from department stores, and snacks from gas stations. Assault and battery Hit a classmate with a padlock in the head. Joyride Went joyriding in stolen neighbors' cars. Motor Vehicle Theft Stole a police officer's car.

FIRST NAME: Maiyara LAST NAME: Gutierrez, nee Ryder MIDDLE INITIAL: S ALIASES: Esa perra flaca GENDER: Female AGE: 23 D.O.B: November 21, 1996 RACE: Black/Native American EYE COLOR: Hazel HAIR-COLOR: Black BUILD: Skinny HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 110lb PHYSICAL PROFILE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ For as long as Maiyara could remember, she's been told she could be a supermodel, and she has the genes to back it up. Fat never stuck to her no matter what she ate. Breasts are no where to be found. She laughs at the bitches that have to spend $60 on a bra. Slap pasties on her nips and call it a day. If she's not half naked on any given day, then she's sick. Miami is hot as balls and she can't be bothered to not walk around skimpy clothes must to her grandmother's disapproval. You know that one song in that Moana movie with the decapod? Shiny? Yeah, that's it. If she's not brighter than the sun, if you can't see her a mile away, then she's not doing it right. Neon as the city she hails from, Maiyara loves anything that's gaudy and shiny. Her makeup consists of highlighter on her eyebrows, cheeks, her nose, and the corner of her eyes. Shine, bitch, Shine. She has freckles on her nose, and two white star tattoos on her cheekbones, and white stars starting from her left shoulder all the way down to her wrist. Her hands are tattooed. There's a black light crystal tattoo on her left hand, and a stick and poke tattoo that says SEX on her right hand that she did herself. She hits up her grandmother's nail salon every two weeks for coffin shaped, ghetto creations. She keeps them medium length. All her exes say her nails fucked up their back, but no one's truly complaining. She keeps her black hair cut in a bob and gets bright highlights every month or so. She has a tongue piercing, a septum piercing, her lip pierced, and two piercings on each ear (the lobe and helix).

Psychological Profile
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Maiyara's not only dresses loud, but she is loud. If you don't see her first, then you'll definitely hear her. Filter? You mean on Instagram, right? Tactless since 1996. If she hates you, you'll know it. If she likes you, you'll know it. If she loves you...she'll break your heart, before you can break hers. Maiyara is impulsive. She'll think about slashing your tires for one second, then do it. Consequences for her actions never cross her mind. Doesn't matter if she suffers any. She'll take that jail time. Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last. She'll push boundaries just to make people prove her right that she's too fucked up to stay with. There's only one person in her life that loves her unconditionally, and that's her grandmother. No matter how much trouble she causes, she's always there for her. After she kicks the bucket, Maiyara will never have anyone in her life that'll truly love her. Maiyara believes in whatever keeps food in her mouth, and money in her wallet. The only things off the table are dark web torture porn shit, kids, and murder. On a bad day she'll drink so much she blacks out. She's ended up in interesting places and done interesting things, because of it. If you ever see videos of her on pornbub, don't bring it up. Thanks.

CRIMINAL PAST
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Life for Maiyara begins at her first memory, when her mother walked out her when she was three. Her daddy was never there. She learned later that her mother's Choctaw, and her family didn't approve of her black boyfriend, so she moved in with him and his mother. Her daddy's in jail for life for something, probably murder, and her mother didn't want to be a parent and went back home to wherever the fuck she came from. Her grandmother, Mama Saule, raised her on her own off the money she made from owning a nail salon in Miami Beach.

Fast forward through her childhood. Nothing interesting happened there. She's an only child, that she knew of, her grandmother wasn't rich, but she bought her whatever she wanted if she could afford it. She had friends, played with dolls, witnessed prostitutes working off Johns in alleys, normal kid shit. Her middle school years was when it got interesting. In sixth grade, Maiyara lost all her friends, because she's pretty and those ugly bloated bitches couldn't deal with it. According to her. What really happened was that she got her period, bled for three months straight, and was embarrassingly called Bloody Mary when she bled through her clothes on several occasions. Her so called friends had to tell everyone in their grade, but we don't talk about that. To cope with the embarrassment and loneliness, she stole a candy bar from a gas station just because she could. The cops were called, and she had to wait for her grandmother at the police station. The charges were dropped as long as her grandmother paid for what she stole, then she got her ass handed to her when she got home. Didn't stop her from doing it again. She got better at not getting caught.

In seventh grade she met a fifteen year old boy, Juan "Ojos Bonitos" Gutierrez, at her grandmother's shop. He called her "bonita", she slept with him a week later, then he threw her away. Desperate to get him back, she stole makeup from a department store, and got caught because of the sensors. She got off with a juvenile detention program on the weekends, and her grandmother had to pay for the items.

She didn't see Juan again for months, but when she did something came over her. She needed to get him back. Juan's older brother, Ramon, ran with the Caras Rojas and their parties were legendary in Miami Beach. Bitches, cars, drugs, the works. She bought a luchador mask, a bottle of bleach, and rode her bike to the party. No one paid her any attention. She found Juan's bicycle, dragged it over to his brother's car, made a trail of bleach to the car, and poured a puddle right under the gas tank. Then she lit the bleach on fire, and made a smooth escape far enough away to watch Juan's brother's car go up in flames. Juan's bike being next to it made him look like the culprit. The first of many crimes that didn't end up on her rap sheet.

Her freshman year of high school she got her first boyfriend, trailer trash Taylor Maloney. Their romance was short lived, but he taught her everything he knew about how to steal a car before they broke up. He stole his neighbor's car and took her for a ride. They didn't get caught the first few times, but the night she decided to put her knowledge to the test luck wasn't on their side. They got caught, she went to juvie for a few months, and he went to jail. Turns out he had several strikes on his record.

Juvie didn't stop her from joyriding in her neighbor's cars. She'd bring them back in the morning if she wasn't caught, and if she was, then off to juvie for her. After the third time, her grandmother sent her to a six month boot camp for trouble teens in the middle of a Florida swamp. Exercise, teamwork, friendship, and gators. Whoo! All that good change your kid for the better bullshit. Maiyara learned how to blow boys in the bathrooms for cash to buy amenities. She walked out of camp with the power to soul suck a dick and fat pockets.

She met Juan again at sixteen when tried to steal his car. She didn't know it was his, but a pretty cherry red 1970s Mustang was hard to resist. He wasn't mad when he realized it was her, instead he smiled like she was the greatest thing he'd ever seen and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. Juan hit the gym pretty hard, since she last saw him. When they met he was barely heavier than her soaking wet, now he could break her spine with a fist. Still sucked in bed though. They dated for a few months, he taught her how to race, until some older woman turned his head. She stole his car, put it in neutral, and pushed it into a swamp.

Her boyfriend after Juan, Reed, two timed her with some other chick that started a fight with her in the middle of the school day. Maiyara wasn't in the mood for her bullshit, so she grabbed the padlock off her locker, locked it, notched it around her knuckle, then cold cocked the bitch in the forehead with it. Cue anime blood splatter all over her face and outfit. Chick didn't die, but no one told her head wounds bled like a motherfucker. She couldn't get away with that crime, and was sentenced to six months community service. Could've been jail, but she didn't throw the first punch.

After high school, barely graduated, she went to jail for stealing a cop car. Her grandmother pissed her off when she tried to sway her choice of clothing and wouldn't listen when she tried to explain how she liked dressing like a whore. A cop left his car vulnerable while he hit a donut shop. Wasn't her fault he left it there to stuff his gullet. She got sentenced to jail for sixteen months. Made friends with the hardest bitch in prison, wasn't the first time she paid sexual favors for something in return. She made a name for herself by doing budget makeup on inmates she wasn't sleeping with.

Once out, she didn't bother trying to get a job. No one would hire her with her record, so she spent time stealing, selling, and working on old cars for a chop shop. Used the money to party hard and drink harder. One of the times she blacked out, she ended up marrying Juan. They tried to make married life work, but she didn't want to just be his bitch and raise kids. Ew, children. She left him. They never officially divorced. Neither of them put divorce on the list of priorities when it came to how they wanted to spend their money.

Soon after their relationship imploded, Maiyara went to a street race hosted by Caras Rojas just to show Juan up. She borrowed a car from the chop shop. The person she raced against was someone she's never heard of from Overton. The race was close and she swears she won, no one can tell her different, but they liked the way she raced and invited her to join their burgeoning crew. They weren't Royals yet when she joined, and the street racing was for the thrills of it. They racked up whenever they went up against other crews, because of the cheap hook up she got from the chop shop for faster parts. She's part of the reason the Royals aren't on good terms with the Caras Rojas. They like their bitches loyal, but fuck Juan. She's only out for her own self-interest. Maiyara doesn't care to fuck with the drug side of the gang. She'll stick to her one true love, cars.

SKILLS & EQUIPMENT
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_SKILLS:

Makeup artist | There's not a look she can't do. She prefers bright and obnoxious looks.
Mechanic | She doesn't just sell to chop shops, she's picked up some skills here and there too.
Improvisation | That impulsiveness she has helps when it comes to her making a decision on the fly. Doesn't do shit to help her escape the cops half the time.
Sex appeal | It's how she gets out of most trouble or get what she wants that's not cop related.
Spanish | Her Spanish is intermediate. She learned through hangout with Juan and Caras Rojas. She can get by in a conversation as long as it's Mexican dialect. Say a word in any other Spanish dialect and she'll need a translation.

_EQUIPMENT:

Car theft kit | She never goes anywhere without her kit: glass hammer, wire cutters and strippers, screw drivers, pliers, and electrical tape for old cars. A relay attack device for keyless cars that she needs a partner to operate it with.
Car repair kit | She keeps a rolled up tool bag in her purse, and has several locations around the city where she keeps the stuff that's too heavy carry. She got smart after her first stent in prison. She doesn't plan to go back.
Wrench | Her weapon of choice. Good to fix cars with and beating ass.
Makeup kit | She needs her face on or she can't function.

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Don't call her Mrs. Gutierrez. She'll smash your face in with whatever she can get her hands on.

Neon Rainbow: Royals of Miami (Crime/Gang story satire with a neon aesthetic)

Maiyara Ryder

ARREST & SENTENCING INFORMATION _______________________________________________ CRIMINAL OFFENSE NOTES Petty theft Stole cosmetic items from department stores, and snacks from gas stations. Assault and battery Hit a classmate with a padlock in the head. Joyride Went joyriding in stolen neighbors' cars. Motor Vehicle Theft Stole a police officer's car.

FIRST NAME: Maiyara LAST NAME: Gutierrez, nee Ryder MIDDLE INITIAL: S ALIASES: Esa perra flaca GENDER: Female AGE: 23 D.O.B: November 21, 1996 RACE: Black/Native American EYE COLOR: Hazel HAIR-COLOR: Black BUILD: Skinny HEIGHT: 5'7 WEIGHT: 110lb PHYSICAL PROFILE ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ For as long as Maiyara could remember, she's been told she could be a supermodel, and she has the genes to back it up. Fat never stuck to her no matter what she ate. Breasts are no where to be found. She laughs at the bitches that have to spend $60 on a bra. Slap pasties on her nips and call it a day. If she's not half naked on any given day, then she's sick. Miami is hot as balls and she can't be bothered to not walk around skimpy clothes must to her grandmother's disapproval. You know that one song in that Moana movie with the decapod? Shiny? Yeah, that's it. If she's not brighter than the sun, if you can't see her a mile away, then she's not doing it right. Neon as the city she hails from, Maiyara loves anything that's gaudy and shiny. Her makeup consists of highlighter on her eyebrows, cheeks, her nose, and the corner of her eyes. Shine, bitch, Shine. She has freckles on her nose, and two white star tattoos on her cheekbones, and white stars starting from her left shoulder all the way down to her wrist. Her hands are tattooed. There's a black light crystal tattoo on her left hand, and a stick and poke tattoo that says SEX on her right hand that she did herself. She hits up her grandmother's nail salon every two weeks for coffin shaped, ghetto creations. She keeps them medium length. All her exes say her nails fucked up their back, but no one's truly complaining. She keeps her black hair cut in a bob and gets bright highlights every month or so. She has a tongue piercing, a septum piercing, her lip pierced, and two piercings on each ear (the lobe and helix).

Psychological Profile
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Maiyara's not only dresses loud, but she is loud. If you don't see her first, then you'll definitely hear her. Filter? You mean on Instagram, right? Tactless since 1996. If she hates you, you'll know it. If she likes you, you'll know it. If she loves you...she'll break your heart, before you can break hers. Maiyara is impulsive. She'll think about slashing your tires for one second, then do it. Consequences for her actions never cross her mind. Doesn't matter if she suffers any. She'll take that jail time. Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last. She'll push boundaries just to make people prove her right that she's too fucked up to stay with. There's only one person in her life that loves her unconditionally, and that's her grandmother. No matter how much trouble she causes, she's always there for her. After she kicks the bucket, Maiyara will never have anyone in her life that'll truly love her. Maiyara believes in whatever keeps food in her mouth, and money in her wallet. The only things off the table are dark web torture porn shit, kids, and murder. On a bad day she'll drink so much she blacks out. She's ended up in interesting places and done interesting things, because of it. If you ever see videos of her on pornbub, don't bring it up. Thanks.

CRIMINAL PAST
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Life for Maiyara begins at her first memory, when her mother walked out her when she was three. Her daddy was never there. She learned later that her mother's Choctaw, and her family didn't approve of her black boyfriend, so she moved in with him and his mother. Her daddy's in jail for life for something, probably murder, and her mother didn't want to be a parent and went back home to wherever the fuck she came from. Her grandmother, Mama Saule, raised her on her own off the money she made from owning a nail salon in Miami Beach.

Fast forward through her childhood. Nothing interesting happened there. She's an only child, that she knew of, her grandmother wasn't rich, but she bought her whatever she wanted if she could afford it. She had friends, played with dolls, witnessed prostitutes working off Johns in alleys, normal kid shit. Her middle school years was when it got interesting. In sixth grade, Maiyara lost all her friends, because she's pretty and those ugly bloated bitches couldn't deal with it. According to her. What really happened was that she got her period, bled for three months straight, and was embarrassingly called Bloody Mary when she bled through her clothes on several occasions. Her so called friends had to tell everyone in their grade, but we don't talk about that. To cope with the embarrassment and loneliness, she stole a candy bar from a gas station just because she could. The cops were called, and she had to wait for her grandmother at the police station. The charges were dropped as long as her grandmother paid for what she stole, then she got her ass handed to her when she got home. Didn't stop her from doing it again. She got better at not getting caught.

In seventh grade she met a fifteen year old boy, Juan "Ojos Bonitos" Gutierrez, at her grandmother's shop. He called her "bonita", she slept with him a week later, then he threw her away. Desperate to get him back, she stole makeup from a department store, and got caught because of the sensors. She got off with a juvenile detention program on the weekends, and her grandmother had to pay for the items.

She didn't see Juan again for months, but when she did something came over her. She needed to get him back. Juan's older brother, Ramon, ran with the Caras Rojas and their parties were legendary in Miami Beach. Bitches, cars, drugs, the works. She bought a luchador mask, a bottle of bleach, and rode her bike to the party. No one paid her any attention. She found Juan's bicycle, dragged it over to his brother's car, made a trail of bleach to the car, and poured a puddle right under the gas tank. Then she lit the bleach on fire, and made a smooth escape far enough away to watch Juan's brother's car go up in flames. Juan's bike being next to it made him look like the culprit. The first of many crimes that didn't end up on her rap sheet.

Her freshman year of high school she got her first boyfriend, trailer trash Taylor Maloney. Their romance was short lived, but he taught her everything he knew about how to steal a car before they broke up. He stole his neighbor's car and took her for a ride. They didn't get caught the first few times, but the night she decided to put her knowledge to the test luck wasn't on their side. They got caught, she went to juvie for a few months, and he went to jail. Turns out he had several strikes on his record.

Juvie didn't stop her from joyriding in her neighbor's cars. She'd bring them back in the morning if she wasn't caught, and if she was, then off to juvie for her. After the third time, her grandmother sent her to a six month boot camp for trouble teens in the middle of a Florida swamp. Exercise, teamwork, friendship, and gators. Whoo! All that good change your kid for the better bullshit. Maiyara learned how to blow boys in the bathrooms for cash to buy amenities. She walked out of camp with the power to soul suck a dick and fat pockets.

She met Juan again at sixteen when tried to steal his car. She didn't know it was his, but a pretty cherry red 1970s Mustang was hard to resist. He wasn't mad when he realized it was her, instead he smiled like she was the greatest thing he'd ever seen and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. Juan hit the gym pretty hard, since she last saw him. When they met he was barely heavier than her soaking wet, now he could break her spine with a fist. Still sucked in bed though. They dated for a few months, he taught her how to race, until some older woman turned his head. She stole his car, put it in neutral, and pushed it into a swamp.

Her boyfriend after Juan, Reed, two timed her with some other chick that started a fight with her in the middle of the school day. Maiyara wasn't in the mood for her bullshit, so she grabbed the padlock off her locker, locked it, notched it around her knuckle, then cold cocked the bitch in the forehead with it. Cue anime blood splatter all over her face and outfit. Chick didn't die, but no one told her head wounds bled like a motherfucker. She couldn't get away with that crime, and was sentenced to six months community service. Could've been jail, but she didn't throw the first punch.

After high school, barely graduated, she went to jail for stealing a cop car. Her grandmother pissed her off when she tried to sway her choice of clothing and wouldn't listen when she tried to explain how she liked dressing like a whore. A cop left his car vulnerable while he hit a donut shop. Wasn't her fault he left it there to stuff his gullet. She got sentenced to jail for sixteen months. Made friends with the hardest bitch in prison, wasn't the first time she paid sexual favors for something in return. She made a name for herself by doing budget makeup on inmates she wasn't sleeping with.

Once out, she didn't bother trying to get a job. No one would hire her with her record, so she spent time stealing, selling, and working on old cars for a chop shop. Used the money to party hard and drink harder. One of the times she blacked out, she ended up marrying Juan. They tried to make married life work, but she didn't want to just be his bitch and raise kids. Ew, children. She left him. They never officially divorced. Neither of them put divorce on the list of priorities when it came to how they wanted to spend their money.

Soon after their relationship imploded, Maiyara went to a street race hosted by Caras Rojas just to show Juan up. She borrowed a car from the chop shop. The person she raced against was someone she's never heard of from Overton. The race was close and she swears she won, no one can tell her different, but they liked the way she raced and invited her to join their burgeoning crew. They weren't Royals yet when she joined, and the street racing was for the thrills of it. They racked up whenever they went up against other crews, because of the cheap hook up she got from the chop shop for faster parts. She's part of the reason the Royals aren't on good terms with the Caras Rojas. They like their bitches loyal, but fuck Juan. She's only out for her own self-interest. Maiyara doesn't care to fuck with the drug side of the gang. She'll stick to her one true love, cars.

SKILLS & EQUIPMENT
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_SKILLS:

Makeup artist | There's not a look she can't do. She prefers bright and obnoxious looks.
Mechanic | She doesn't just sell to chop shops, she's picked up some skills here and there too.
Improvisation | That impulsiveness she has helps when it comes to her making a decision on the fly. Doesn't do shit to help her escape the cops half the time.
Sex appeal | It's how she gets out of most trouble or get what she wants that's not cop related.
Spanish | Her Spanish is intermediate. She learned through hangout with Juan and Caras Rojas. She can get by in a conversation as long as it's Mexican dialect. Say a word in any other Spanish dialect and she'll need a translation.

_EQUIPMENT:

Car theft kit | She never goes anywhere without her kit: glass hammer, wire cutters and strippers, screw drivers, pliers, and electrical tape for old cars. A relay attack device for keyless cars that she needs a partner to operate it with.
Car repair kit | She keeps a rolled up tool bag in her purse, and has several locations around the city where she keeps the stuff that's too heavy carry. She got smart after her first stent in prison. She doesn't plan to go back.
Wrench | Her weapon of choice. Good to fix cars with and beating ass.
Makeup kit | She needs her face on or she can't function.

OTHER
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Don't call her Mrs. Gutierrez. She'll smash your face in with whatever she can get her hands on.

Neon Rainbow: Royals of Miami (Crime/Gang story satire with a neon aesthetic)

I'm here! So Royals are Fast and Furious without superpowered cars? I dig it.

{MxM} Just A Couple Ideas In Here :D

I'm interested in the arranged marriage plot.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

After hearing the queen's mission, Kai wasn't so sure this was a good idea. They couldn't do recon, no disguises, no routines to learn, no teams to build based on skill sets of their choosing, nothing. Little information and blind faith shit wasn't go south. Fuck. Kai kept their face straight. They can't let the queen or anyone else know they have doubts. They'll need to pray to Khiar-koff twice a day on this journey, because he is the only reason they'll see another sunrise.

"I accept," Kai said. Regardless of whatever the queen said about the mission, Kai's goal is at the end of it and they'll go where they need to. If they live Khiar-koff blessed them, and if they didn't, then they'll be with their god in the afterlife.

Others in the group announced their doubts. Kai stiffened and inched away from them. They clearly remember what happened when someone questioned high authority. The scars on their back was proof enough and they didn't fancy more scars for someone else's screw up. Though they can't disagree with getting more information. The more they knew the better the outcome. What little they could plan, they would. They paid intense attention to the queen's answer, planning to write everything down in their notebook later and forging a plan from it. They can't predict everything, especially traveling into New Kaimeria, the Sorrowfields, and Desolation. The latter being the place of death and nothing else. Khiar-koff might bless them for traveling to such a waste land and living to tell all they've seen.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

Kai wasn't sure if whatever plan the Kaimerian came up with was working, but the tent fell over just the same, and not a moment later they weren't in Hope Passage anymore. El made scarce and disappeared among the group surrounding them, before flying up and out of sight. The bright sun the glints off the knights' suits burned when one caught them in the eye. 'Ah, fuck.' They shield their sight from the glaring sun. One of the knights, soft spoken as he was, told them to relinquish their weapons and anything they used for magic. Kai handed over their dagger and a few of the bones they collected from the desert. If they get stuck here over night they need to have something on hand for prayer to Khiar-koff or El would have to be sacrificed and they're not making an offering that big.

They tied their jacket around their waist, the scars from their time as a slave noticeable on their lowerback, and followed the group into the palace. They stuck close to the Kaimerian, figuring they might have made somewhat nice with the old crone. Plus it's always best to stick to the strongest person in the room in case everything goes down hill. They didn't come here with the intention of being murdered, then again that's Khiar-koff's decision to make. Just because he saved them during the sandstorm and made their journey to Hope's Passage easy, doesn't mean he won't get rid of them here.

They traveled down a long pure white hallway that glistened like Khym's coins and jewels he spent hours a day cleaning. The the throne room, darker in comparison, yet more ostentatious, was long and the queen sat upon the throne looked like she hasn't lifted a finger in her life. The dress she wore didn't exist in Deadwood. Too hot and not free flowing enough for the nobles that had to flee assassination attempts or fight for their life. Queen Tabitha directed them to come closer, than told them to stop when they were close enough. Kai kept their eyes down and hands behind their back in total deference. Their slave training was still good for something it seemed.

Kai didn't much care for why anyone else was here, besides the Kaimerian. Her people had a whole kingdom they were thriving in. What sense did it make to come to a place like this? When everyone else had their turn, Kai stepped forward, smiling like they were delighted to be here in the presense of someone so great, and bowed.

"My most gracious queen. Thank you for allowing someone as lowly as myself in your presence. My name is Lan and I am here seeking indepence from my father. He is a wealthy man, but none of it is rightfully mine. I wish to have something I earned with my own two hands." As if they didn't bleed and sweat over most of Khym's wealth. Stingy bastard. "I am grateful for the opportunity to serve you." They bowed again, then stepped back in line. They didn't once look the queen directly in the eyes.

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Kai kept their ears open, but they couldn't hear anything other than the fighting in the tent. Metal sang with each clash, dull thuds of flesh hitting sand, or swords piercing bodies, created worst images in their mind. Chances are some of the people they're supposed to split the cut with are dead. Good. More money for them. It got louder when the flap opened. The presense of someone more dangerous than them made their skin crawl. They turned around and peeked open an eye, shielded by their hand. The Kaimerian woman stood right below them, peering up at the sky. She's not looking for me, is she? Kai had no idea anyone in that tent knew they were there in the first place.

"Child, cut through the cord."

Kai barely made out what she said. "What?" They weren't questioning the command, but they weren't sure it was a good idea. However, a worst idea was disobeying a Kaimerian. Khiar-koff has let them live for this long. They weren't going to give him any reason to change his mind. Kai pulled a dagger out of their waist band and started in on the rope. Sawing back and forth didn't seem to do any good, until it snapped. Their side of the tent collapsed more than it should have. Kai sung down from the rope they held onto and rolled out of the way of the tent falling on them. Once they got their barings, they found out that the Kaimerian also worked on the rope supports.

El flew out of the tent and to their side, chattering away about what went on inside. Kai didn't care about anything other than the fact the people they were going on this journey with are still alive. Couldn't they at least get a larger cut after surviving this shit show? Kai untangled themself from their jacket and wrapped it back around their head, then shot passed the Kaimerian to the next rope. If this was the plan, then they might as well help.

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The tent filled with more and more people joining whatever quest the queen sent invite for, and Kai hated every minute of it. They kept to the back, but even that space became cramped with three giants and a horse. All the creatures that came in where ones they'd seen in Darington. Everything could be found in Darington, except Kaimerians. How a flyer got all the way out there had to be the work of magic. No one went to New Kaimeria and lived to tell what they'd seen. Kai's heard rumors of the place, but they didn't take any stalk in any of them. There were simply too many people involved in this quest. Never have more than four people on a crew at a time, more people means more chances for shit to go wrong and less money that needs to be divided. Surely Exusia doesn't have so much wealth that it'll pad the pockets of the twelve of them for a life time? (Some life times last longer than others, but all die under the hand of Khiar-koff.)

The emissary, they didn't get the name of, proposed they all go to the castle in the sky unarmed for their mad queen. Kai didn't have much on them anyway. A dagger, sure, but they could ditch that easy. El, however, wasn't an option to be left behind, nor were they going to tell them El exists until it was necessary. Should be easy enough to have El fly to the castle and wait for them. Kai didn't bother verbally agreeing to give up everything, they would've left if it was an issue. The emissary called for a captain, but something was off. The dint of the tent wasn't louder than the casual street noise outside. Kai could hear it clearly being near a little opening, but now it was quiet. Dust kicked in near their hip, then El flew in from the dust, and rested on their shoulder.

"Oedi!" El shriked no sooner had a Bonesman attacked the emissary.

Everyone jumped into battle, but Kai wasn't equiped or skilled for this. Conman didn't fight their way out with swords, but with words and they knew Bonesman weren't the type for civil conversation. So they crawled out of the flap in the tent and left El there to keep an eye on things. Outside they nearly got blown away in the wind and had to hold on tight to a rope that kept the tent nailed to the ground. Sand would've kicked up in their eyes if they weren't closed. Around them the wailing and violence of the Bonesman didn't compare to the howling of the wind. Kai pulled off their jacket and tied it around their face for protection, then felt their way up the tent rope as they climbed to higher ground. In sandstorms they're supposed to lay low, but no visibility and the threat of getting stabbed didn't leave them with many options. Khiar-koff didn't deign that they'd die today, so they must survive. Once at the top, they found a support rod under the fabric and laid across it, then they untied their jacket, wrapped it around their waist and tied it to the rope instead. They held onto the rope for dear life while they road out the storm.

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Kai drew a circle, then four short lines coming out of it pointed towards the cardinal directions. In the center they placed the bones of the chicken they ate last night, clapped their hands twice, then called upon Khiar-koff to hear their prayer, before setting the bones on fire. The flames were magenta; Khiar-koff was present. Kai said a prayer in the language of the dead, asking for another day their death is delayed. As the prayed the flames turned dark purple, then black, before burning out and leaving nothing behind.

"Na'mn," Kai ended their prayer, then smudged out the markings just as the boat pulled into the dock a mile or so outside Hopes Passage.

Weeks ago, Kai said farwell to the only father they acknowledge having, Khym, and traveled days through the mountains west of Darington. On the other side they paid for a boat and crew to take them around the east outskirts of the Shattered Isles and down the Ophran River to the lake below Exusia. The journey was safer than traveling on land where they would have run into bandits, slavers, any manner of deadly creature. Pirates didn't bother traveling this far inland. Not many ways to escape going in a straight line, and it wasn't worth the gamble of whether or not whatever crew they run into being stronger than them.

Kai paid the captain the other half of the amount owed for the journey, then set out to the land of new opprotunity. They sent their Kisha, El, ahead of them to scout for danger. The sun beat down from above, worse in the Bone Sea than in Darington and Dakora, their water skin might not make it to Hopes Passage, and their hair on their neck didn't help. They tied back their brown and blond locks with thread from their sowing kit. El came back with nothing to report other than sand and bones; those of which they picked up on the way and put in their sack for tomorrow's sacrifice. When they reached the eastern gates, two soldiers asked them to state their business.

They pulled out a flyer Khym brought home; it promised riches beyond anything they've ever accumulated for themself. The soldiers let them through, and told them where to go. Finding a colorful tent in the middle of the town was easy. The set El to hover above it and be their look out. Inside the tent were four others: the delegate looking over a marked up map, a woman flittering over the map with a pen, and a little man and a large woman off to the side. Kai didn't bother introducing themself, and instead took a seat toward the back where they noticed a little opening where the tent wasn't held down properly. Kai didn't trust places with only one exit, so making one themself was sometimes called for.

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Nikaiel Nazareti

Credit to TAZMYNBURT.TUMBLR.COM _______________________________ NAME: Nikaiel Nazareti AGE: 24 RACE: Human raised by Augury PRONOUNS: Refers to themself as Ko-Kio (They/Them in augury), but anything is fine. HOMETOWN: Dakora HEIGHT: 5'4 WEIGHT: 130lb _______________________________ "Not gonna lie, I kinda hate you."

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Who are you?

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"The wealthy are only one bad investment away from being poor."

Kai is a con artist for survival and because they owe Khym their life, but they long for independence. To have a stockpile of riches in their own basement, so they can relax and live freely.

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"There's me, then there's whoever I have to be to get the job done."

Kai doesn't trust anyone, but El and Khym. They hang around the crowds of Darington, was raised by a pirate, and a thieft, so they know no one can be trusted. It takes a lot to catch her off guard, because she assumes everyone will stab her in the back eventually. They are guarded and never talk about themself passed general information. When asked questions about themself, they'll either lie or deflect. If someone knows too much it can be used against them. Kai is introspective, always to the first to beat themselves up when a plan goes wrong. They can't afford for that to happen. They are calculating, and make contingency plans for contingency plans. They never follow through with a plan, unless they accounted for all the ways it could go wrong. But no matter how much they plan for it, life is full of surprises, and when something unexpected happens, they are good at coming up with improv to unfuck the situation. Kai is good at putting on a fake face for whatever situation they are in. Comes with the con territory. Kai is a workaholic. Once a job is done, they move onto planning the next one, and will work for days without sleep before they pass out. Dreamless sleep is the only way they're able to rest. Nightmares of their time as a slave is crippling and they can't afford to be out of it for a day to recover from anxiety and extreme paranoia.

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Why are you?
Why are you?

"If my past was a person it'd be at the bottom of the sea."

Nikaiel was born in Krist (town on the west coast near the Shattered Isles), Dakora to one of the finest con artist, turned pirate, of the Shattered Isles. He made his money conning people in Krist during his youth, before he turned to piracy. His ship, the Forgotten Goddess, was where they learned all the tools in the conman trade. They started off conning people out of their money by pretending to be homeless and starving, but they had to sell the act. No one would feed a child that looked healthy, so whenever father thought it was a good time for them to go out on a con he would starve them for two weeks, then set them to work as a beggar child. They never got much, but it was a lesson learned in how to be someone else for the long game. When Nikaiel was eight their father had pillaged from the wrong ship. A noble woman from Dakora by the name of Lady Deveau, lord of the Deveau estate, and one of the most dangerous lords in Dakora, had a ship transporting money to Darington in exchange for slaves. Their father stole from her ship and it didn't take long for him to get found out. When Lady Deveau caught up to him, she made him pay with the freedom of his crew and his child. She didn't care where she got her slaves, as long as she got them. Nikaiel never saw their father again.

As the child of Deveau's thief, Kai was not treated kindly. They became Deveau's plaything; barely clothed, starved, and beaten for the smallest mistakes. Deveau used to have Nikaiel whipped during social gathering just to see how strong their threshold for pain was, and to put on a show for her guest where she waged bets on how long it was take them to pass out. On the rare days she decided to be kind, she had Nikaiel dress in noble clothing like a doll and praised them for their regal features. It's the only reason their face was spared scars and abuse no stronger than a slap. Nikaiel knew not to fight back no matter how much they wanted to, so they kept their head down, did as they were told, and became "loyal" to Lady Deveau, waiting for the opportunity to slit her throat. The moment never came. Deveau a political falling out with a neighboring lord, and the ensuing disagreement lead to her assassination when Nikaiel was twelve. They didn't stick around to be taken as a spoil of war and stowed away on a merchant ship going literally anywhere else.

Nikaiel ended up in Darington hiding and keeping to the shadows, so they wouldn't be taken by a slaver. They weren't on the street long, before they were found by Khym. The augury was an ex-slave that got spoiled by having at least one meal a day, which was more then he got when he traveled with his tribe through the Bone Sea, before he got caught by slavers in Darington decades ago. Khym didn't spend too much time with his master, having been cunning enough to steal coin and gems from the master's own safe, and pretended that the goods were stolen from someone else so he could buy his freedom. When Nikaiel and Khym met, Khym was getting on in years, and wasn't as agile as he used to be. In the time of his freedom, he spent most of it stealing gold and gems from merchants and the rich in Darington, so he never went without another meal again. He was able to get in and out without getting caught. He keeps a low profile, virtually a nobody, no one knowing he's the richest creature in Darington with his basement full of riches.

Khym took Nikaiel in when they caught him sneaking off with stolen goods. They'd been hiding in an alley next to a jewelry shop for the night and just happened to see Khym's escape. Nikaiel was desperate for money, so they could buy food, and thought they could take Khym in a fight, since he was tinier than them. Nikaiel had the element of surprise and was able to take the bag Khym carried. They would've made off with the loot had they not been malnourished and passed out from running. Khym was surprised the kid was able to get the drop on him, since he's usually aware of his surroundings. He took his bag back and would have left Nikaiel on the street, but decided to wake them up and welcome them into his home. Once Nikaiel got their strength back, they told Khym everything, minus details of their life with Lady Deveau. Learning they were an amateur con artist, Khym saw this as an opportunity to mold Nikaiel into his new money maker. Combined with the skills Nikaiel learned from their father and Khym, they became the best con artist in Darington. They did away with their birth name and took up the name Kai. Kai wasn't a slave with a master, but a master of disguise.

Khym set Kai to work, unfortunately spending gold and jewels on temporary crews to help Kai get the job done. Kai never worked with the same people twice, and whatever cut Khym gave them had to be spilt with their partners. Kai learned quick to vet potential crewmates, never tell the crew the entire plan, and keep it to four to five people. Any more than that and shit gets messy. Khym also inducted them into his religion worshiping Khiar-koff. Kai is a devout follower, and often prays to Khiar-koff first thing in the morning praying for their death to be delayed another day. Through the ritual sacrifices, Khym taught them Kisha making. Kai's first few attempts at making kisha failed, but when they finally got the hang of it they made El, a bird-cat homunculus.

After working for Khym for over a decade, Kai wants to branch out on their own, and find riches that'll be all for them and not mostly for Khym.

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What else is there?
What else is there?

Kai has plenty of names they use for different cons. And when they introduce themself to people, it's always a name on the long list of aliases. If their enemies ever found out their true identity they'd be in trouble.

*Most of the worldbuilding about Auguries in my posts are by Maxx.