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█ NAME: Indra Kalani
█ AGE: 21 years
█ SEX: Male
█ BIRTHDAY: February 19
█ PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: University Student
█ PHONE MODEL: Apple iPhone

█ HEIGHT: 5’9” | 177 cm
█ WEIGHT: 71 kg | 156 lb

█ LIKES

+ Playing guitar, singing (lol)
+ String instruments, music

+ Sweaters, warm clothing

+ Safety, caution, the road most taken

+ Freshly made pizza

+ History, events of the past

+ Some common sense please

█ DISLIKES

- Not being able to talk, or play guitar for long

- The sound of yelling, or people fighting

- Bright lights, very bright days

- Smoke, heat, by extension, fire

- Unpredictability, crossing the streets

- Not being at home?? wtf is this place

█ PERSONALITY

Indra is, if anything, a natural born coward. Not often does it seem like it, with his usual stern expression and polite demeanor. Having lived through a mundane lifestyle of little conflict, Indra is not too adaptable to change. ( He finds it rather jarring to have been thrown in this strange dimension, taking quite a long time to adjust. Different w or d s . . . ? ? ) Avoidant to danger as he may be, taking the safe route rather than a shortcut, he is indeed a pacifist at heart. Conversing and making peace is preferred opposed to fighting and any sort of violence when faced with a dispute. His furrowed brows often fool others at a first impression, making him seem to be the cool and quiet type. Yes, he is indeed mute, but full of expression. His smiles are one of the brightest, and his scowls are one of the most furious. It’s not often he loses his temper, though it’s visibly shown when he’s been angered. After all, when you can’t speak, you have to express yourself in some way. Above all, Indra is mellow, very supportive towards his friends. Patience has become one of his top virtues recently, walking through life in his own pace whilst allowing companions a chance to catch up. Secretly, he wishes for a close relationship with friends. Perhaps even love, but, ah, maybe another time. Become a friend and he may even bring out that childish side of his.

█ HISTORY/BEFORE KAIROSI

[ * Note! More info and details can be unlocked through interactions :^) ]

Taking place in modern day, his is a story much like yours and mine. Born in the San Francisco Bay Area of Northern California, Indra never strayed too far from home. His was a single story house, a room for each member of his family. With two elder sister and one father, life was, surprisingly, not very hectic. The boy hadn’t been too unruly; don’t cause trouble for your father. His mother had died when he was young, so the chance to get to know her never existed. Perhaps at some point he would have enjoyed to learn more about her, or relatives beyond the walls of their house. It was quite a shame his father closed up in his shell, disinterest with the irrelevant.

Life passed by effortlessly. Go to school, go home, rinse and repeat. Friends had been made along the way, but they might as well have been mere acquaintances. It wasn’t that he was too snobby to go out and interact. Actually, it was hard. His sisters, being the more energetic and outgoing of the three siblings, shone as bright as the sun while he had been a shadow. Indra turned to music, stumbling upon an old, dusty acoustic guitar his father had kept hidden since the death of his mother. Now, when he sings, he becomes an entirely different person. Voice as sweet as honey, fingers strumming elegantly, he found a way to shine in his own way.

Gradually, he grew accustomed to being in groups, his peers.

Gradually, he began to enjoy the presence of people until he grew out of his own shell.

Though grade school and high school had been the definition of ordinary, university certainly will provide new experiences for him. Both sisters moved overseas to pursue their own dreams, whereas Indra chose to stay near home. Enrolling into a university just a train ride away, now a young man, he focused on linguistics and music. Man, was college a ride. In his first week, he had already made his place among a group, even getting a tattoo with them out of impulse. Thrilled, with his guitar in hand, he spent more time outside of his home and with the crowd.

In the later days of his first year, an accident had stolen his voice. Some say it had been a case of “wrong place, wrong time”, a fellow student partied too much and Indra happened to be the one on the road. Others assume jealousy. Regardless, it was a hit and run late at night. The owner of the car, the perpetrator of the crime, gone in the darkness.

For Indra, to have stayed alive was nothing short of a miracle. Losing his voice due to nerve damage may have been an extra weight on his chest, but he was still alive, right? The current group of friends that he had showed the young man compassion while hospitalized, but little by little, they straggled away and he was left alone.

Not much can be said about the days following. Things had gone back to normal, as if the accident had never happened. Besides, he wouldn’t want to bore you with such a boring story (and such small handwriting). Perhaps, he’ll open up again and reveal more.

And so we come to the present.

Indra had spent a little too much time at the university one chilly winter afternoon, struggling to play his instrument for a prolonged amount of time, but still managing. Slinging the guitar’s case over his shoulder, the young man boarded the usual train home. With the sun setting beyond him, he figured closing his eyes for a bit wouldn’t hurt.

The sound of a bell. Terminus station: Kairosi.

Welcome!

... Oh, fuck me.

█ RP method

[ GMT -5 | EST ]

|| preference order || skype - twitter - docs - notes - comments - chat

headcanons - lit - script

> any form of roleplay is perfectly fine with me, response time varying

> personally I prefer a more private method, but pick your poison

> I enjoy headcanons a lot so hmu on twitter

█ TRIVIA

- An accident in his early years of college.

- The sudden car crash damaged his recurrent laryngeal nerve and parts of his primary motor cortex

- Loss of his voice + hands tremble after playing guitar for too long

- Perhaps it was retribution of sorts, to take away what makes him who he is

- Hawaiian / Indian descent

- Hawaiian relatives on his father’s end, Indian relatives on his mother’s end

- His mother and father are both born in America

- Doesn’t really know much about the culture, or other relatives

- A single mole underneath his right eye

- Knows a handful of ASL, but still trying to grasp more (these were unintended puns i’m so sorr)

- Normally, he uses a phone or notepad to type out his thoughts

- In his first week of university, he and a group of students went out to get tattoos

- A tattoo on the back of his neck - often hides it by wearing scarves
- A handful of scars from the accident, don't look at them

Description

█ NAME: Indra Kalani
█ AGE: 21 years
█ SEX: Male
█ BIRTHDAY: February 19
█ PREVIOUS OCCUPATION: University Student
█ PHONE MODEL: Apple iPhone

█ HEIGHT: 5’9” | 177 cm
█ WEIGHT: 71 kg | 156 lb

█ LIKES

+ Playing guitar, singing (lol)
+ String instruments, music

+ Sweaters, warm clothing

+ Safety, caution, the road most taken

+ Freshly made pizza

+ History, events of the past

+ Some common sense please

█ DISLIKES

- Not being able to talk, or play guitar for long

- The sound of yelling, or people fighting

- Bright lights, very bright days

- Smoke, heat, by extension, fire

- Unpredictability, crossing the streets

- Not being at home?? wtf is this place

█ PERSONALITY

Indra is, if anything, a natural born coward. Not often does it seem like it, with his usual stern expression and polite demeanor. Having lived through a mundane lifestyle of little conflict, Indra is not too adaptable to change. ( He finds it rather jarring to have been thrown in this strange dimension, taking quite a long time to adjust. Different w or d s . . . ? ? ) Avoidant to danger as he may be, taking the safe route rather than a shortcut, he is indeed a pacifist at heart. Conversing and making peace is preferred opposed to fighting and any sort of violence when faced with a dispute. His furrowed brows often fool others at a first impression, making him seem to be the cool and quiet type. Yes, he is indeed mute, but full of expression. His smiles are one of the brightest, and his scowls are one of the most furious. It’s not often he loses his temper, though it’s visibly shown when he’s been angered. After all, when you can’t speak, you have to express yourself in some way. Above all, Indra is mellow, very supportive towards his friends. Patience has become one of his top virtues recently, walking through life in his own pace whilst allowing companions a chance to catch up. Secretly, he wishes for a close relationship with friends. Perhaps even love, but, ah, maybe another time. Become a friend and he may even bring out that childish side of his.

█ HISTORY/BEFORE KAIROSI

[ * Note! More info and details can be unlocked through interactions :^) ]

Taking place in modern day, his is a story much like yours and mine. Born in the San Francisco Bay Area of Northern California, Indra never strayed too far from home. His was a single story house, a room for each member of his family. With two elder sister and one father, life was, surprisingly, not very hectic. The boy hadn’t been too unruly; don’t cause trouble for your father. His mother had died when he was young, so the chance to get to know her never existed. Perhaps at some point he would have enjoyed to learn more about her, or relatives beyond the walls of their house. It was quite a shame his father closed up in his shell, disinterest with the irrelevant.

Life passed by effortlessly. Go to school, go home, rinse and repeat. Friends had been made along the way, but they might as well have been mere acquaintances. It wasn’t that he was too snobby to go out and interact. Actually, it was hard. His sisters, being the more energetic and outgoing of the three siblings, shone as bright as the sun while he had been a shadow. Indra turned to music, stumbling upon an old, dusty acoustic guitar his father had kept hidden since the death of his mother. Now, when he sings, he becomes an entirely different person. Voice as sweet as honey, fingers strumming elegantly, he found a way to shine in his own way.

Gradually, he grew accustomed to being in groups, his peers.

Gradually, he began to enjoy the presence of people until he grew out of his own shell.

Though grade school and high school had been the definition of ordinary, university certainly will provide new experiences for him. Both sisters moved overseas to pursue their own dreams, whereas Indra chose to stay near home. Enrolling into a university just a train ride away, now a young man, he focused on linguistics and music. Man, was college a ride. In his first week, he had already made his place among a group, even getting a tattoo with them out of impulse. Thrilled, with his guitar in hand, he spent more time outside of his home and with the crowd.

In the later days of his first year, an accident had stolen his voice. Some say it had been a case of “wrong place, wrong time”, a fellow student partied too much and Indra happened to be the one on the road. Others assume jealousy. Regardless, it was a hit and run late at night. The owner of the car, the perpetrator of the crime, gone in the darkness.

For Indra, to have stayed alive was nothing short of a miracle. Losing his voice due to nerve damage may have been an extra weight on his chest, but he was still alive, right? The current group of friends that he had showed the young man compassion while hospitalized, but little by little, they straggled away and he was left alone.

Not much can be said about the days following. Things had gone back to normal, as if the accident had never happened. Besides, he wouldn’t want to bore you with such a boring story (and such small handwriting). Perhaps, he’ll open up again and reveal more.

And so we come to the present.

Indra had spent a little too much time at the university one chilly winter afternoon, struggling to play his instrument for a prolonged amount of time, but still managing. Slinging the guitar’s case over his shoulder, the young man boarded the usual train home. With the sun setting beyond him, he figured closing his eyes for a bit wouldn’t hurt.

The sound of a bell. Terminus station: Kairosi.

Welcome!

... Oh, fuck me.

█ RP method

[ GMT -5 | EST ]

|| preference order || skype - twitter - docs - notes - comments - chat

headcanons - lit - script

> any form of roleplay is perfectly fine with me, response time varying

> personally I prefer a more private method, but pick your poison

> I enjoy headcanons a lot so hmu on twitter

█ TRIVIA

- An accident in his early years of college.

- The sudden car crash damaged his recurrent laryngeal nerve and parts of his primary motor cortex

- Loss of his voice + hands tremble after playing guitar for too long

- Perhaps it was retribution of sorts, to take away what makes him who he is

- Hawaiian / Indian descent

- Hawaiian relatives on his father’s end, Indian relatives on his mother’s end

- His mother and father are both born in America

- Doesn’t really know much about the culture, or other relatives

- A single mole underneath his right eye

- Knows a handful of ASL, but still trying to grasp more (these were unintended puns i’m so sorr)

- Normally, he uses a phone or notepad to type out his thoughts

- In his first week of university, he and a group of students went out to get tattoos

- A tattoo on the back of his neck - often hides it by wearing scarves
- A handful of scars from the accident, don't look at them