Rajin Lakshmi Kapur

[Franz]

{R} a j i n   {L} a k s h m i   {K} a p u r

(Raj.)


"Call me that again and vishnu help me i'll cut you."




www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vbxdqCi_AQ


B a s i c s 

{Age} Somewhere between 19 and 21 (has forgotten the exact date) 

{Sex} Male 

{Ethnicity} Indian 

{Religion} Hindu (often takes the gods' names in vain) 

{Hair color} Deep brown/black 

{Eye color} Warm amber brown 

{Height} 5’ 7.5” and lanky 

{Weight} 120 lbs with lean muscle 

{Orientation} Demisexual 

{Employment} Head Chef at Tiger’s bar 

P e r s o n a 

{Traits} Wary, Jumpy, Unpredictable, Oblivious, Good-natured, Affectionate (though slow to show it) 

{Description} Rajin is a talented cook, though he overdoes it on the spices. Say anything bad and he may or may not spit in your next meal. Hailing from the slums of Delhi, India, this young man was a scrapper from birth. Friendly in disposition, Rajin will not hate you unless you give him good reason to. 

{Flaws} Slow to trust. Bordering on mentally unstable. Kleptomaniac and hoarding tendencies. Terrible phobia of dogs of all sizes. Tends to squirm around intimate or close physical contact 

{Appearance} Clay toned skin and tousled hair. A large birthmark darker brown in color spans his face; Starting at his right cheek, stretching across his nose, and ending at his left cheek in a splatter pattern (as though pollock himself painted it on). A crazy-eyed look in his fiery eyes. 

{Clothing} A grody white or black t-shirt and ratty cargo shorts. No shoes. 

{Inventory} Crumpled bills in his back pocket totaling $3.50, miscellaneous and hoarded trinkets, a dull and rusted butterknife, Paneer the stickbug (a faithful friend) 

R e l a t i o n s h i p s 

{Kin} Lakshmi Kapur - Mother [Whereabouts unknown] 

{Infatuated with} None 

{Committed to} None 

{Father to} None 

{Enemies} Kyger, Pumpkin,  

T h e   B r i e f   and   W o n d r o u s   L i f e   o f   R a j i n   K a p u r 

    Born into the filthy and impoverished slums of Delhi, India, Rajin never knew his father. The man could have been any of the dozens lazing around his side of the street; The elusive man’s identity was never something Rajin’s mother Lakshmi cared to mention. Despite this, the two were very close, and in his younger years Raj was eager to do what it took to make their dismal living conditions better for her. Food was scarce, and money was scarcer. Rajin often found his dinner by wrestling stray dogs for their scraps. But he got by, and was still content. Happy, even. 

    But the bustling peace of the slums Raj called home did not last forever. One arid night in his youth, Delhi’s obscured streets were raided by a group of human traffickers accompanied by their brutish dogs. They took those whose absence would not be noticed: The men, women, and children of Rajin’s outskirts village. Those that were captured were bound and shackled. Those that tried to escape were hunted down by the dogs. Rajin was one of those who attempted to flee. The boy ran like hell but didn’t get very far. Only a block from his home the hounds caught up, and with jaws snapping they tore him into submission and dragged him back to the others. Bloodied and defeated, young Rajin hardly resisted as he was tied up with the others and loaded into caravans, catching one last glimpse of home before the proverbial curtains were drawn. 

    Lakshmi and Rajin, mother and son, were taken to market and sold. Separately. He never saw her again. Women and children were sold into sex slavery, and Men into forced labor. Rajin was too battered and scarred by dogs to be ‘desired’, yet too effeminate to be a decent labor investment. So he was stuck somewhere in between: Forced to work beneath the sweltering sun by day, and forced to act as a “companion” by night.  

    This life continued, until he was sold a second time and toted even further east to the lowlands of Asia. Yet this time, he escaped along the way. A mixture of loose bindings, a drunken and inattentive guard, and the cover of night were his recipe for escape; And this time it worked. Rajin kept running for what felt like days, until he stumbled into a port city, exhausted, dehydrated, and running on nothing but a strong will to be free. Once there he stowed away in the hold of a trans-atlantic cargo ship, and set off for a new start in a place completely alien to him. Rajin tried to fit in, learn the language, get a roof over his head, a job, a formal education for the first time in his life- But his efforts were in vain. Rajin was broken beyond civilized mannerism. He was nothing short of a caged animal trying to live among men.  

    But, he did not give up. He persevered in his will to live and searched for other ways to make it work. Eventually, he found his golden ticket: The Catacombs. From there he was quick to settle in, and now the residents have become like family. He finally feels as though he can let his guard down. Sort of. 

A f t e r m a t h 

    All of the aforementioned have shaped Rajin into a jumpy mess of a young man. He is both high-strung with fear and ready to bolt, and eager to defend himself. From his time in the trafficking ring he is squeamish around intimate touch, and will avert his eyes when others engage in it.  

    In addition to this, Rajin has been instilled with a debilitating fear of dogs. In his youth he fought them for sport and food; In his adolescence he struggled to escape their cruel jaws. At every dismal event in his life, a canine has been there. From the mutts that snatched his food, to the hounds that dragged him away from freedom time and time again after his countless escape attempts. Run ins with dogs throughout his life have left him with deep scarring across his back in the form of claw marks, bites along his forearms and hips, and the loss of one and a half fingers. 

    Nowadays when Raj spots a dog, his reaction will depend on the scenario. If the dog is docile and not bothering him, he will only sweat and squirm or shield his eyes in fear. If the dog is coming toward him or touching him, he will take evasive action and scream and/or cry. If the dog is showing aggression, invading his space, or trying to attack him, Rajin will attempt to kill it with his bare hands. (He has been proven capable of this.)