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◊ Name: Aruna Jain
◊ Age: 21 years old.
◊ Gender: Male.
◊ Height: 5’6” (1’70 cm)
◊ Job (if any): pretends to be an oil merchant, but some bad habits never die…
◊ Province (leader\'s areas): Old Home.
◊ Fairy tale/Nursery Rhyme Origin: Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
◊ Weapon (if any): a crossbow he can attach to his arm. He hides a little dagger somewhere, but he trusts more his wit than his strength.
◊ Magic: he can do little, simple spells to put locks on things. Alas, the jewel in his chest sometimes glows blindly when in danger… for a second. And that’s it.

◊ Personality: Years and years of leadership have affected his otherwise carefree personality. Aruna has a strong façade even if no one is around, and acts like an impulsive, ruthless mercenary, swollen with pride. He doesn’t like to go unnoticed, let it be for good or bad; however, he doesn’t usually harm innocent people. He’s fonder of giving orders or mocking them, imposing his own ideals through fake threats.

Although he no longer has a band to protect him, he’s still quite noisy and bossy, what often creates him trouble. In fact, Aruna tends to imagine worst case scenarios, but he would rather die than confessing he’s afraid. In spite of all his flaws, Aruna is still a man who can control his feelings easily and has nerves of steel. He has a really good memory, especially for faces and names, along with an almost perfect sense of direction. It’s easy to make him laugh and lives for the present, even when the pursuing revenge and greed sometimes hound him in dreams.

◊ Bio: Once a good man who came down in perplexing circumstances. Raised in a well-off family, he already was sort of a kleptomaniac as he usually took whatever materials he needed to build an entire model of a city in his room. This usually wasn’t given the importance it really had, and eventually, led to a great misunderstanding. Aruna was repudiated and expelled from his family the same day an antique jewel appeared embedded in his chest. Falsely accused of theft, he was fifteen years old when he had to live all by himself, suddenly lacking all the luxuries he used to enjoy and the people who would come to satisfy him by only snapping his fingers.

But he hadn’t forgotten how to make people dance to his will. Learning slowly but steadily how life worked in the slums, he started to be known around young vandals, and he realized he could easily use them. His top priority at the moment was leaving the marginal shacks forever, but he also wanted to know what kind of gem was the mysterious jewel in his chest, so he decided his band would specialize in precious stones thievery to kill two birds with one stone – the thieves were soon rich, and he had a neat excuse to frequent experts on the matter in black markets. He even got a chance to make more little cities, as sometimes the materials he stole were rather eclectic, from gold coins to books.

Happy times didn’t last. Aruna kept stealing and stealing, searching the truth about the orange gem and unhearing his lackeys complains, and soon the situation became unsustainable. He could never prove he had been betrayed, but somehow, a poor villager became aware of the existence of his hideout and the password to it. Helped by a strangely familiar woman who apparently was his servant, they fooled Aruna and killed his whole band. The leader himself would have met a similar fate if he hadn’t fled in the last second. Alone again and with nowhere to go, he ended up in Old Home, which ironically did indeed remind him of his old home, where he doesn’t exactly know how to carry on with his life…

◊ Likes: Architecture, giving orders, planting seeds and brave people.
◊ Dislikes: strong cologne, dancers and street performers; having to clean, cook or even living alone for that matter.
◊ Additional Information:
-His tastes regarding clothes, weapons and all kind of items are somewhat eccentric... and laughable.
-He likes recycling whatever he finds of use in Old Home.

Description
For ~~!

◊ Name: Aruna Jain
◊ Age: 21 years old.
◊ Gender: Male.
◊ Height: 5’6” (1’70 cm)
◊ Job (if any): pretends to be an oil merchant, but some bad habits never die…
◊ Province (leader\'s areas): Old Home.
◊ Fairy tale/Nursery Rhyme Origin: Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
◊ Weapon (if any): a crossbow he can attach to his arm. He hides a little dagger somewhere, but he trusts more his wit than his strength.
◊ Magic: he can do little, simple spells to put locks on things. Alas, the jewel in his chest sometimes glows blindly when in danger… for a second. And that’s it.

◊ Personality: Years and years of leadership have affected his otherwise carefree personality. Aruna has a strong façade even if no one is around, and acts like an impulsive, ruthless mercenary, swollen with pride. He doesn’t like to go unnoticed, let it be for good or bad; however, he doesn’t usually harm innocent people. He’s fonder of giving orders or mocking them, imposing his own ideals through fake threats.

Although he no longer has a band to protect him, he’s still quite noisy and bossy, what often creates him trouble. In fact, Aruna tends to imagine worst case scenarios, but he would rather die than confessing he’s afraid. In spite of all his flaws, Aruna is still a man who can control his feelings easily and has nerves of steel. He has a really good memory, especially for faces and names, along with an almost perfect sense of direction. It’s easy to make him laugh and lives for the present, even when the pursuing revenge and greed sometimes hound him in dreams.

◊ Bio: Once a good man who came down in perplexing circumstances. Raised in a well-off family, he already was sort of a kleptomaniac as he usually took whatever materials he needed to build an entire model of a city in his room. This usually wasn’t given the importance it really had, and eventually, led to a great misunderstanding. Aruna was repudiated and expelled from his family the same day an antique jewel appeared embedded in his chest. Falsely accused of theft, he was fifteen years old when he had to live all by himself, suddenly lacking all the luxuries he used to enjoy and the people who would come to satisfy him by only snapping his fingers.

But he hadn’t forgotten how to make people dance to his will. Learning slowly but steadily how life worked in the slums, he started to be known around young vandals, and he realized he could easily use them. His top priority at the moment was leaving the marginal shacks forever, but he also wanted to know what kind of gem was the mysterious jewel in his chest, so he decided his band would specialize in precious stones thievery to kill two birds with one stone – the thieves were soon rich, and he had a neat excuse to frequent experts on the matter in black markets. He even got a chance to make more little cities, as sometimes the materials he stole were rather eclectic, from gold coins to books.

Happy times didn’t last. Aruna kept stealing and stealing, searching the truth about the orange gem and unhearing his lackeys complains, and soon the situation became unsustainable. He could never prove he had been betrayed, but somehow, a poor villager became aware of the existence of his hideout and the password to it. Helped by a strangely familiar woman who apparently was his servant, they fooled Aruna and killed his whole band. The leader himself would have met a similar fate if he hadn’t fled in the last second. Alone again and with nowhere to go, he ended up in Old Home, which ironically did indeed remind him of his old home, where he doesn’t exactly know how to carry on with his life…

◊ Likes: Architecture, giving orders, planting seeds and brave people.
◊ Dislikes: strong cologne, dancers and street performers; having to clean, cook or even living alone for that matter.
◊ Additional Information:
-His tastes regarding clothes, weapons and all kind of items are somewhat eccentric... and laughable.
-He likes recycling whatever he finds of use in Old Home.