Ram Magar
Nov 25, 2021 13:27:05 GMT -8
Post by macbeth on Nov 25, 2021 13:27:05 GMT -8
Ram Magar
Gender: Transgender Male Nicknames: Chrome Dome Age: 20 Trainer Class: Monk Height: 5'8" Weight: 132 pounds Religion: Jagravanist Hometown: Oraclair Town, North Godai Theme: Thesis and Antithesis |  |
Appearance.
 | {Hair Color & Style}Hair Color & Style: As a monk, Ram keeps his head neatly shaved, and hasn't had a full head of hair in years. If he let it grow out, it would be dark brown and curly. Though he'd never admit this to the elders, he secretly likes rubbing scented lotion on his head. {Eyes}Eyes: Ram's eyes are a rich, earthy brown, framed by unexpectedly long eyelashes. He expresses very easily, and it's almost always possible to tell how he feels in a given situation by looking him in the eyes. His eyebrows are very thin and rough due to past shaving and promptly allowing them to regrow. {Clothing & Accessories}Clothing/Accessories: Though in Djenganti and Oraclair, he wears the distinctive orange robes of his sect, Ram's not entirely cut off from the outside world. Often, when visiting Cascadia or attending a function, he wears simplistic but comfortable clothing, mindful not to spend an exorbitant amount. He finds denim itchy, and as such prefers sweatpants, sandals, and tee-shirts- though in more frigid months, he's not above spending a little more on warm coats or socks. Ram refuses to wear close-toed shoes, citing that they make his feet itchy. Whether or not this is true, Ram avoids them to such an extent that he will layer multiple pairs of socks come winter and just slide the sandals on top. {General Appearance} General Appearance: Ram's body brings to mind someone who takes good care of themselves. He's muscular, but not overly so, speaking of a relatively active lifestyle perpetuated by healthy eating habits. As the half-Godian descendant of a Djitsan immigrant, he has a natural warm undertone to his skin that is perpetuated in warm Summer months and takes months to fade. His face is warm and open, often expressing himself freely; this could endear Ram to others, but some find this behavior irritating. The monk's voice is a bright baritone that is easy to pick out from a crowd. He walks in a meandering fashion with a lot of wasted movement, as if deciding where he's going as he moves. His chest has two mostly-faded scars under his pecs. They are the remnants of an old top surgery, and though he doesn't dislike having them on display, he's unlikely to take his shirt off unless in trusted company. |
Biography.
{Personality}Personality: Ram’s life has been defined by the disparity between what he believes to be true and how things work in practice. This extends to his interpersonal relationships, his approach to conflict resolution, and his perceptions of Godai as a whole. This has its origins in his sheltered upbringing: despite his generally extroverted demeanor, being raised almost entirely in Oraclair (and to some extent, Djenganti) has kept him isolated from the rest of the world. These assumptions are not out of ill will, but occasionally he will remain willfully ignorant of things he finds hard to comprehend or deal with. As an extension of this, he’s capable of overlooking personal slights or flaws in close friends out of the refusal to believe that anything’s wrong.
Being a monk makes him feel fulfilled, as the world follows rules according to Jagravanist literature- and by extension, that means it makes sense. The idea of an inherently meaningless world is terrifying to him, and as such a lot of his ambition to explore is a masked desire to find meaning that isn’t always there. If there’s anything good to come out of this, he tends to be altruistic concerning others, and genuinely wants to believe that there’s good in everyone if they bother to look.
His altruism generally extends to helping strangers with small tasks, such as providing them with a coat when cold, or helping them carry something heavy. If you don’t seem outwardly suspicious, this is something that can be exploited by slowly asking him to do bigger and bigger things that he might not have been willing to at first.
On the flip side, this can make him very gullible or otherwise susceptible to manipulation, and he can come off as nosey and ‘holier than thou’. Ram likes being liked- and this can feel hurtful. He’s quick to ‘forgive’ others before he is emotionally ready, ecstatic about the prospect of retaining friendship, occasionally providing an unhealthy basis for relationships as he is willing to overlook and ignore hurtful things that other people might not.
In general, Ram follows the modest lifestyle of Jagravanist monks more traditionally than many practitioners, having shaved his head, abstained from meat and pokemon products entirely, and staying in Djenganti for months at a time during the summer. It’s easy to identify him as a monk in the streets, but that’s not to say that he’s completely cut off; he can work computers and technology pretty decently- just not with the same adeptness that others of his generation might.
To his credit, Ram tries to genuinely understand others and where they come from. However, he is often hindered by his own naivete. This is part of what motivated him to begin a trainer’s journey; one cannot evolve through stasis. In order to achieve Zen, he needs to understand the lives and philosophies of others. At the moment, pokemon battles are something he’s not sure about- they perpetuate violence, after all!- but… as long as all parties are consenting, it’s just another method of understanding one another, right…? Whether this ambition to understand will work out or not remains to be seen.
Being a monk makes him feel fulfilled, as the world follows rules according to Jagravanist literature- and by extension, that means it makes sense. The idea of an inherently meaningless world is terrifying to him, and as such a lot of his ambition to explore is a masked desire to find meaning that isn’t always there. If there’s anything good to come out of this, he tends to be altruistic concerning others, and genuinely wants to believe that there’s good in everyone if they bother to look.
His altruism generally extends to helping strangers with small tasks, such as providing them with a coat when cold, or helping them carry something heavy. If you don’t seem outwardly suspicious, this is something that can be exploited by slowly asking him to do bigger and bigger things that he might not have been willing to at first.
On the flip side, this can make him very gullible or otherwise susceptible to manipulation, and he can come off as nosey and ‘holier than thou’. Ram likes being liked- and this can feel hurtful. He’s quick to ‘forgive’ others before he is emotionally ready, ecstatic about the prospect of retaining friendship, occasionally providing an unhealthy basis for relationships as he is willing to overlook and ignore hurtful things that other people might not.
In general, Ram follows the modest lifestyle of Jagravanist monks more traditionally than many practitioners, having shaved his head, abstained from meat and pokemon products entirely, and staying in Djenganti for months at a time during the summer. It’s easy to identify him as a monk in the streets, but that’s not to say that he’s completely cut off; he can work computers and technology pretty decently- just not with the same adeptness that others of his generation might.
To his credit, Ram tries to genuinely understand others and where they come from. However, he is often hindered by his own naivete. This is part of what motivated him to begin a trainer’s journey; one cannot evolve through stasis. In order to achieve Zen, he needs to understand the lives and philosophies of others. At the moment, pokemon battles are something he’s not sure about- they perpetuate violence, after all!- but… as long as all parties are consenting, it’s just another method of understanding one another, right…? Whether this ambition to understand will work out or not remains to be seen.
{History}History: Ram was fathered by a Djitsan immigrant in his forties, and his mother has never been a presence in his life. Despite this, Ram is emotionally content- his father is the best parent he could’ve asked for. Wherever he fell short, fellow monks at Djenganti or psychics at Oraclair would step in.
His father was raised at Djenganti as a young child, and as such his traditionalist Jagravanist outlook has mostly carried on to his parenting. Ram took to it relatively quickly; perhaps it was out of a desire to emulate his father, or perhaps the idea of the universe having a cosmically assigned ‘purpose’ made his life feel more meaningful. Nonetheless, at around age four, he began accompanying his father to spend summers at Djenganti. While his father greeted old friends, he would ‘explore’ in safe rooms, often under the watchful eyes of other monks’ pokemon. One was a Gothitelle- when he returned to Oraclair the first summer, she offered him one of her eggs, which hatched into a male Gothita a few months later. The newly hatched psychic latched onto Ram’s energy, being bolstered by his confidence and occasionally stepping in to temper some of his partner’s worse decisions.
The Djenganti monks were referred to by his father as ‘brother’, so he assumed they were his uncles. Ram wasn’t corrected, and continued to call them as such until he turned nine. If he’s talking to a monk he or his father knows personally, he might still let an ‘uncle’ slip out. He adapted to the Jagravanist robes and veganism quickly, and during the rest of the year in Oraclair, he’d attend local schooling with the children of mystics. He possessed no psychic power of himself, but he was largely content with this; his place was in Djenganti, after all, and wasn’t mistreated for it. Borat (the name he had granted towards Gothita) seemed to enjoy interacting with other psychics, but returned to Ram’s company reliably at the end of every outing.
He had numerous acquaintances and friends among the residents of Eveline and Djenganti alike. His general friendliness and positive attitude endeared him to many, but he possessed a naivete characteristic of a sheltered upbringing occasionally made his presence more annoying than not. His propensity for consistently getting into implausible and unlikely situations meant his reputation often preceded him, but this didn’t earn him any respect. If anything, many more ‘traditionalist’ practitioners at either place of mysticism thought of him as a good natured but annoying Lillipup. It’s unclear if Ram himself is aware of this; the young monk is often willfully ignorant when it comes to people he looks up to.
At around age ten, he felt odd. It wasn’t discomfort, but rather a gut feeling of wishing something was different. After going through puberty, and getting some support from an older transgender mystic at Oraclair, he came out to his father, who supported him wholeheartedly. He transitioned socially at age eleven, to the general acceptance of Oraclair, and by the time he turned fourteen, he began to transition medically as well.
At this point, he was a ‘regular’ at both Eveline and Djenganti alike. He’d often explore some of the less-used chambers and halls on dares- however, many of the pokemon were accustomed to human contact. Mostly, he’d feed them bits of bread or fruit snuck into his robes. A vivid memory from this time is a spinarak dropping from the ceiling of Djenganti directly onto his head, startling him badly enough to trip into a basin. As a result, he obsessively checks the ceilings of any monastery room he enters for bug types before walking in.
Notably, at age sixteen, he made potentially the dumbest decision of his life: he tried to sneak into one of the forbidden floors of the temple. In hindsight, he’s not entirely certain where this idea came from: perhaps a lack of having actually been in serious trouble earlier in life, or being gassed up to make bad decisions in a roundabout way by being given positive peer attention.
It seemed to work at first- the guard didn’t notice a thing!- but about a minute in, an ominous pressure settled on his shoulders, and he realized he hadn’t seen any pokemon at all.
A multitude of ominous, glowing eyes met his own as a Claydol emerged from the shadows. He was entirely pinned in place; whatever it had done to him, he couldn’t move a muscle. An ominous sound omitted from what would have been any organic creature’s throat. It drew closer, but his trachea refused to cry for help. It was about a meter from his face before it stopped entirely, and the lights flew on.
It was the guard. The claydol returned to its pokeball, having served its purpose of terrifying the trespasser, and the next ten minutes were the most excruciatingly raw he’d ever felt as he was mercilessly scolded for his stupidity and lack of forward thinking.
Ram was terrified that she was going to call the police on him- but she didn’t. She marched him back to her house rather than his own and sat him down with a cup of tea before asking him a question that he still vividly remembers to this day.
“Do you feel stupid and regret it yet?”
He remembered that voice- it was the mystic that helped him with his transition several years ago. From then on, she’d leave her door open for him should he need more ‘grounded’ emotional support than what he could get from his father. He didn’t dislike the man by any stretch, but he now acknowledged his flaws as well. He called the mystic ‘auntie’ once as a joke, and the name stuck.
At age twenty, he’s completed all his schooling several years ago, but a familiar wanderlust is making its home in his gut. He was encouraged by his father, ‘aunt’, and several friends and ‘uncles’ alike to spread his wings and explore the rest of Godai, but whether this will turn out better or worse than the disastrous ‘exploration’ of Eveline remains to be seen.
His father was raised at Djenganti as a young child, and as such his traditionalist Jagravanist outlook has mostly carried on to his parenting. Ram took to it relatively quickly; perhaps it was out of a desire to emulate his father, or perhaps the idea of the universe having a cosmically assigned ‘purpose’ made his life feel more meaningful. Nonetheless, at around age four, he began accompanying his father to spend summers at Djenganti. While his father greeted old friends, he would ‘explore’ in safe rooms, often under the watchful eyes of other monks’ pokemon. One was a Gothitelle- when he returned to Oraclair the first summer, she offered him one of her eggs, which hatched into a male Gothita a few months later. The newly hatched psychic latched onto Ram’s energy, being bolstered by his confidence and occasionally stepping in to temper some of his partner’s worse decisions.
The Djenganti monks were referred to by his father as ‘brother’, so he assumed they were his uncles. Ram wasn’t corrected, and continued to call them as such until he turned nine. If he’s talking to a monk he or his father knows personally, he might still let an ‘uncle’ slip out. He adapted to the Jagravanist robes and veganism quickly, and during the rest of the year in Oraclair, he’d attend local schooling with the children of mystics. He possessed no psychic power of himself, but he was largely content with this; his place was in Djenganti, after all, and wasn’t mistreated for it. Borat (the name he had granted towards Gothita) seemed to enjoy interacting with other psychics, but returned to Ram’s company reliably at the end of every outing.
He had numerous acquaintances and friends among the residents of Eveline and Djenganti alike. His general friendliness and positive attitude endeared him to many, but he possessed a naivete characteristic of a sheltered upbringing occasionally made his presence more annoying than not. His propensity for consistently getting into implausible and unlikely situations meant his reputation often preceded him, but this didn’t earn him any respect. If anything, many more ‘traditionalist’ practitioners at either place of mysticism thought of him as a good natured but annoying Lillipup. It’s unclear if Ram himself is aware of this; the young monk is often willfully ignorant when it comes to people he looks up to.
At around age ten, he felt odd. It wasn’t discomfort, but rather a gut feeling of wishing something was different. After going through puberty, and getting some support from an older transgender mystic at Oraclair, he came out to his father, who supported him wholeheartedly. He transitioned socially at age eleven, to the general acceptance of Oraclair, and by the time he turned fourteen, he began to transition medically as well.
At this point, he was a ‘regular’ at both Eveline and Djenganti alike. He’d often explore some of the less-used chambers and halls on dares- however, many of the pokemon were accustomed to human contact. Mostly, he’d feed them bits of bread or fruit snuck into his robes. A vivid memory from this time is a spinarak dropping from the ceiling of Djenganti directly onto his head, startling him badly enough to trip into a basin. As a result, he obsessively checks the ceilings of any monastery room he enters for bug types before walking in.
Notably, at age sixteen, he made potentially the dumbest decision of his life: he tried to sneak into one of the forbidden floors of the temple. In hindsight, he’s not entirely certain where this idea came from: perhaps a lack of having actually been in serious trouble earlier in life, or being gassed up to make bad decisions in a roundabout way by being given positive peer attention.
It seemed to work at first- the guard didn’t notice a thing!- but about a minute in, an ominous pressure settled on his shoulders, and he realized he hadn’t seen any pokemon at all.
A multitude of ominous, glowing eyes met his own as a Claydol emerged from the shadows. He was entirely pinned in place; whatever it had done to him, he couldn’t move a muscle. An ominous sound omitted from what would have been any organic creature’s throat. It drew closer, but his trachea refused to cry for help. It was about a meter from his face before it stopped entirely, and the lights flew on.
It was the guard. The claydol returned to its pokeball, having served its purpose of terrifying the trespasser, and the next ten minutes were the most excruciatingly raw he’d ever felt as he was mercilessly scolded for his stupidity and lack of forward thinking.
Ram was terrified that she was going to call the police on him- but she didn’t. She marched him back to her house rather than his own and sat him down with a cup of tea before asking him a question that he still vividly remembers to this day.
“Do you feel stupid and regret it yet?”
He remembered that voice- it was the mystic that helped him with his transition several years ago. From then on, she’d leave her door open for him should he need more ‘grounded’ emotional support than what he could get from his father. He didn’t dislike the man by any stretch, but he now acknowledged his flaws as well. He called the mystic ‘auntie’ once as a joke, and the name stuck.
At age twenty, he’s completed all his schooling several years ago, but a familiar wanderlust is making its home in his gut. He was encouraged by his father, ‘aunt’, and several friends and ‘uncles’ alike to spread his wings and explore the rest of Godai, but whether this will turn out better or worse than the disastrous ‘exploration’ of Eveline remains to be seen.
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