Hani Isra

Metus

personality

Hani is always striving for happiness, no matter the cost, as a result of his more personal beliefs . Although he generally is able to find his own happiness in the smallest of things...in trying to be happy all the time, he tends to suppress his other emotions for the most part. As a result, once in a while he is known to radically shift moods at a blink of an eye under stressful circumstances as his repressed emotions slip through. Though these shifts are rather rare, they can be seen as an explosive temper in which Hani is unpredictable in his actions, all his frustrations venting in a single moment. Sometimes the emotions have been held back for years, including other darker emotions such as his guilt. Perhaps a product of his environment, it is nearly ingrained in him to be a people pleaser, which brings him a strange sort of satisfaction and his own happiness. Despite his genuine wish to be with people, he tends to maintain a wall of sorts, having been bound to people for most of his life in a rather painful sort of bond. On the other hand, he desires those same sort of bonds, warmth from other people, which causes him to be wholly indecisive, especially if said bonds are to races other than his own, particularly humans. Though his father being rather well travelled attempted to drive home his own beliefs in his son, years of slavery obvious takes its toll, which is almost painfully clear in his social interactions with other people. He is exceedingly skittish especially when violence is brought in the picture and is overtly passive towards his own well being, another product of his raising despite his parent’s best effort. It should go without saying that Hani legitimately has little self confidence, his view of himself beaten into him from birth onwards and consistently tends to struggle against himself internally as well as externally with the world around him.

He is overtly polite as well in both speech as in order to compensate for any transgressions he tries to be as polite as possible to those that he meets and tends to repeat himself often as he has found that his manner of speech is not something that people seem to readily understand or wish to understand. It is his lack of understanding of societal limitations such as what one can speak about as well as phrasing that gives him… well simply put it throws people off. Unfortunately, he seems to have caught onto his father’s habits in terms of talking or is just enjoying the freedom of speech he now holds. Surprisingly he is rather empathetic, and is generally sincere as well as kind if he doesn’t sprint off in a second or two. His instincts are rather honed towards danger and as a result despite wanting bonds tends to have a problem with physical touching, especially since it crosses a line in his mind. He enjoys physical contact, but at the same time is rather terrified of it. He is rather shy and tends towards being a recluse as being near large amounts of people makes him rather nervous. Hani is most certainly a dreamer to the point where he can be unrealistic though despite observations he doesn’t ignore reality as it is. It is more so of a manner in which he has come to terms with his own crime and the fact that he is stepping outside of what he considered to be his bounds. Technically something impossible has happened to him and he can seem almost drunk on hope though this isn’t the case. The fact he is free in a manner of speaking, is enough to allow him to think that perhaps the impossible can happen. Also it is his whismy that makes him at times seem unpredictable, comfortable flowing with what might as well be considered his instincts. At the same time it is this whimsy that gives his speech an almost poetical sense to it even if he doesn’t intend it to be

Naturally he is a hard worker when he is focused, but still maintains a borderline irrational fear of slavers, though it isn’t so much irrational, he has reason to be afraid if he is found a former slave in his mind. Hani is also highly insecure for also rather straightforward reasons, as well he is fighting against what he believes his lot in life is. It doesn’t help that despite his dreams, he is a bit pessimistic overall about the future, mainly as he does have to recognize reality. Despite being only semi-literate, Hani is rather intelligent, though he has the problem of being oblivious. He has more common sense than actual book smarts as a result of not being able to read until recently, but he is no idiot... he is just behind.

history

Cen is Hani’s birthplace and he like quite a few of his kind, was born to parents who were not exactly in the most favorable position in the world. Slaves, simply put would be the best terms for his parents. His father was bought for labor in the mines, while his mother was bought to serve in the household of one of the few privileged enough to own a metal mine. Hani himself was reared for the most part in the household rather than the mines, a small blessing but simply that a small blessing. He was a runt so to say and at first he thought it was a kindness that they had given him. As years past by it became rather apparent that it was not that his masters were particularly kind, they believed they were far above the animals that they had brought into their household, but rather a conversation of resources, his constitution was frail and it was more of an allocation of resources. It created a wall though between him and the others that worked in the mine, a silent infighting, a jealousy of sorts for he stayed within what many considered a safe environment after they were weaned from their mothers at the age of eight. There were no fond memories of the main house of course, but it was to those that had found themselves in the mine, in darkness as the particles of rock and other substances blackened their cough, well it was more of a safe haven. His constitution was something he had inherited from his mother, and while he could not blame her or his father, there was a portion of him when young that wished he had taken more physically after his father if only to break down the two barriers that existed, the one between his kind and the masters and the divide between house servants and those that were sent to toil in the mine.

His father and mother, he rarely saw together, they existed in two different worlds almost and most of his time was spent alongside his mother, learning just how different a slave was from a master. In the mines, while they bound by chains, there was a certain freedom that existed that they didn’t covet as much as he did, for to some degree as long as they worked, they were not subjected to the front brutality of discrimination. Not to say that the consequences for either were insignificant, but within the house, you were an object, expected to know your master’s whims by mere body movement, complied with every whim no matter what your heart or even mind might object to. You were nothing but an object, just an animal that in a second could be put down, just nothing and no one would remember nor really care. Well that wasn’t true, but in the grand scheme of things, it was apparent that you were just a tool. His mother was born free, and though she never told him the reason behind that she had been sold into slavery, she counterbalanced the ideals pushed down his throat from the day of his birth, teaching him just a little about the outside world, even though she knew that the discrimination outside was no different in Cen. It was just enough to keep that light step in his pace, just hope that he might be able to run for his own reasons for he served as servant boy hurrying to and from. Despite at how the bonds tied the small family apart, every moment was precious, and though it was by no means perfect, they grew with time even as he was pulled away from his mother’s side. He treasured what little they had told him of a life beyond slavery, even if he couldn’t quite believe he would see the outside free. In the quiet his mother told him of the letters and numbers, his father was educated, and was once a writer. Secret teachings that... put him further away from his peers who had no such advantage, and thought him to be a foolish dreamer when he did speak, for there were more than just chains that bound one to slavery. One escaped, those that remained behind would pay the price.

The mark of slavery on his shoulder, mocked any hope of being free though, at least until he saw his chance, though it was not conscious on his part. In truth he hadn’t meant to flee, but he had already broken the principle rule of those bound by chains. One of the masters had fallen ill, but what had caused him to flee was in the end, the truth of the matter when his mother had also been taken by the disease. She was the first to succumb to it and to the masters, it appeared almost malicious the way in which it burned through their bodies, as if on purpose, as if the dead doe was mocking them for their weakness. It wasn’t her fault, but the disease had amplified within in her body and there was nothing he could do, except watch as others fell stricken around her... the masters in particular and it wasn’t long before he had put two and two together. He ran that day, in the midst of the chaos that was the stricken household with only his clothes on his back, never looking back for his fate was already sealed. He was the son of the cursed doe that had “maliciously” spread her illness to the masters she had served.... Still the consequences of his escape meant that his father too would most surely suffer his crime as well... it was not a thought that he could accept easily, how callous, how animal like he was... to leave his own flesh and blood to the slaughter. It was nothing short of a miracle that he managed to leave his home country, letting the wind take him wherever he wished, enjoying the best he could out of his empty freedom.

Played by Aphelion
[b] Natsume Yuujinchou [/b] - [i]Natsume Takashi (Houzukigami) [/i]; Hani Isra

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