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["I'm sorry, but in this shop, there is no bargaining, no stealing, and no no's! You get what you get, so don't you dare throw a fit!"]

[Name]
Ayran

[Gender]
Male

[Pronouns]
He/Him

[Sexuality]
Bisexual-Gay

[Age]
25

[Occupation/Job]
Ex-Tomb Hunter, Scamming Apothecary

[Species]
Human

[Magic Type]
Illusionist

[Appearance]
Standing at the height of 6'2, Ayran has a slender figure, murky golden hair set in a small pony-tail and grayish gold eyes. He may be on the lighter side in terms of weight, he is agile, and quick with his hands and feet. He wears a brown cloak enhanced with multiple enchantments outside of the white tunic, with a black belt, and leather pants. Paired with a pair of ankle length boots made out of lizard skin. He purposely always wears a monocle and a pair of black leather gloves to looks more professional.

[Personality]
ISTP
| Logical | Analytical | Unpredictable | Outspoken | Untrustworthy |

[Backstory]
Came from a family that has an extensive history of tomb hunters, Ayran thought that he was doomed to trail after his ancestors poor ways and end up on the streets begging for food. But perhaps, God decided to gave him mercy. One day, when he was tomb raiding with his team, suddenly a contraption was activated.

The Tomb suddenly started to collapse, he thought that his life was about to end right there and then. He thought, what a pity it was to live a life without fulfilling anything. But perhaps by some chance, he didn't die. But instead, he ended up in a secret compartment underneath the whole entire labyrinth.

The compartment, was about a size of a average noblemen room. But instead of it being filled with fancy belongings, and impressive treasures. It was completely barren, except for a big bed, a chair and table made out of good materials. There wasn't any other furniture. It was a room, but it was too comfortable to be a criminal cell room, yet it was to barren to be noblemen's room.

The longer Ayran stayed in the room in a daze, the more he felt like the room was more like a cage. Meant to trap someone, and keep them down here forever. With goosebumps, he walked to the desk, inwhich laid a notebook. Perhaps, it was because even the notebook was made out of fine materials, the content in it wasn't too damaged.

But as he flipped through the each pages of the notebook, he quickly realized that it was a journal, a record that someone left behind. The first few pages were just medicine formulas that he can't understand, but instinctively felt that everything that was recorded on here was all true.

He continued reading along the line of words, but soon, he felt something was wrong. Terribly wrong. The person in the journal started to become cautious of their words, and their handwriting started to become messy, showing their unstable mindset.

He clearly felt the emotions conveyed by the journal, the panic, the anguish, the anger, to hatred all combined into words. He almost felt that he couldn't breathe. Each word felt like a hammer hitting his soul. Ayran wasn't sure if he was so engrossed in reading the journal that he forgot to breathe, or it was some outside factor.

But he felt like oxygen wasn't coming into his lungs. He felt trapped, caged, alone, and unable to escape. Panic started pooling into his heart.

He immediately felt something was wrong with this tomb, but it was too late as Ayran turned around. But before he could do anything or scream. Everything went black.

He didn't know how many days has passed after he woke up, he forgot everything related to the secret compartment underneath the tomb. But mysteriously, by his bedside, there was a journal, with many pages ripped apart except those related to medicine that he can somehow understand. Instinctively, or perhaps it was led by fate, Ayran somehow knew that if he wanted to step away from following his ancestors trails, he should follow the journal instead.

Thus now, Ayran owns a small shop in a alleyway, in Solarion, The Capital of Aeloria. There may not be many customers, but the unlucky few who comes by, ultimately get scammed by Ayran. But none of them can refute that, Ayran, the scamming Apothecary, is a good Apothecary.

[Theme Song]
Venom - v_flower (eng ver)

[Favorite Color]
Lavender and Mint Green

[Password] (found in rules)
Human - Solarion - Necromancy - West GreenField

[Palpad]
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