Zahir Jahan Khosrow Ibn Hamid

Qira · 2026-08-27T14:04:18Z

Name: Zahir Jahan Khosrow Ibn Hamid Species: Witernes (Myxa amongst his people) Gender: Male Age: 17 Height: 7'7" (I can't quite remember the height range you said for them so this may change) Homeless until university, born in Varangia's underground portion, born too poor to buy a pot to piss in, father works as a dishwasher at a whorehouse, mother works as a maid at that whorehouse. But, first, it's a whorehouse, second, it's a seedy city, third, it's in the underground; so very few people ate there and the owner only paid for cleaning 3 days a week, so it was only part time work. Being Mxya's in another species city, they were already gonna be slightly looked down on by some, and being the pygmy city, it's exacerbated for them. On top of this, his parents were relatively unskilled and completely uneducated, save for the lessons of life; and knowing this, the owner of the whorehouse knew they would not be able to acquire work elsewhere in the city so he heavily underpaid them. However, you would never be able to find two happier people who are more loving and proud of their son than them. And that was before he even got into university. One day, at age 5, while taking a break for a snack of half a slice of stale bread and some shade from wandering the city aimlessly, he was silently disrupted by a spirit who sensed Zahirs spiritual connection while harassing a Tjorae passing by Zahir. As Zahir suddenly looked up, the fluttering spirit connected itself to his spirit, transforming Zahir into a delicate butterfly. As if thrown into a dream, Zahir felt lucid as everything around him glowed with a dull light that blurred its details and boundaries. Dumbfounded, yet curious, and aware enough to control himself, Zahir started fluttering all throught the city. Weaving in and out of the constant foot traffic and surrounding buildings, Zahir sees an opening and decides to head towards it. Just as he floats through, it snaps shut behind him as a pygmy sized form stumbles away from the opening and towards another larger opening that he proceeds to close behind him on his way out. Zahir lands on a large flat surface, "What's happening?" he thinks to himself. "You're Spirit Walking, of course." came the wholly unexpected response in his own mind. Jumping back, startled, Zahir thinks "*Hello*?!" "Hello." floats a friendly response. "Who...*what* are you?" Zahir questioned. "A butterfly spirit, **obviously**, silly." the spirit ribbed. "A...am I a butterfly spirit right now?" inquired Zahir. "Not quite, but close!" "So I'..", "You **are** A butterfly right now!" the spirit interjected. "You can do that?" implored Zahir. "**You** can do that!" proclaimed the spirit. "I can?!" Zahir asked laced with curiosity. "Of course, my silly boy! You are a Spirit Walker, after all." "How does this all work?" Zahir eagerly asked. "How should I know, I'm a butterfly! You're lucky I knew this much." "Seriously?" queried Zahir. "Deadly." retorted the butterfly. ^ chirp chirp ^ "Stay out of this cricket!" rejoined the butterfly. ~hop hop hop~ "Rright. Guess we'll have to figure it out then." declared X. "We got this!" concurred the butterfly. (7 years later): ^huff huff hff fffuh ^ "...definitely don't got this!" bellowed the butterfly. ^huff huff^ "I can **see** that." riposted Zahir. (Back to 5 year old Zahir): "Do you at least know how to change back?" asked Zahir with a hint of desperation. "But of course!" stated the butterfly plainly. ^Mmpop^ smacked Zahirs ears as the 2 spirits separated. As Zahir expanded back to his normal size he clattered onto the table he had previously been standing on as the butterfly. Looking around, regaining his wits and whereabouts, he sees a familiar face. 2. 2 familiar faces. Sneering back at him, as before. It was a photo of a married Pygmy couple. His memories flashed before him: the biting cold winter night, the graveling pain of his rumbling pit of a stomach, the numbness beginning to kiss his nose and vice his open hand begging for any pittance, the desperation slithering its way into his mind, the elation at the approaching figures, the shattering at the hexing words "Honey make it go away. It's repulsive! Homeless **and** a Witernes." With the explosion of his foot into Zahirs ribs, the husband derided "You GREASY OOzen! Get the fuck out of here. Ruining the property value around here." ^Creak^ "Is someone up there?" Zahir snaps back as the voice belonging to the wife comes into focus from the floor below. "Oh, crap!" gulps Zahir. Eyes darting, he spots the jewelry. Palms an almond sized emerald, and jukes to the window. Throwing it open in time with the door by the wife and tumbling out and down the porch roof underneath before flailing a dozen feet to the solid dirt ground below. Later that day, after narrowly avoiding the authorities by the slime of his tentacles (his teeth don't have skin), he and the butterfly agree they will keep stealing from people in order to get by. However, it...

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