Arjay
Arjay (a.k.a. xudanadux)
Arjay is a fixer. He knows people. People know him. if something needs to be done, he knows who can do it. But he didn't start in the Duamish. Arjay started out in the corpo blocks in downtown Seattle. His parents were well-to-do mid-level wage-slaves, doing fairly well at whatever it was they did.
All of that changed soon after his 8th birthday. One frantic evening Arjay and his parents left the comfy corpo block and checked into the finest Duwamish No-Tel, told him to wait and then disappeared. Three days later he was tossed out on the street by management.
In any reasonably story, that would have been the end of the story. Luckily for him he got quickly snapped up by Moses's street crew. It was found that he had a 'friendly' disposition and an affinity for techno things. You see, he was the class clown and everyone's friend before the abandonment. And for good or ill that disposition carried over in spite of it all.
And so what does everyone see? Exactly what they expect. Exactly what they need. Arjay is your friend, and here's here to fulfill your needs.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Tall, lanky, and wiry. He exudes awareness and energy, with a disturbing ability to focus on YOU. YOU'RE real, in the right now.
Body Features
Lanky and fit, he's seen some rough times, but it is obvious that he was well taken care of as a child - receiving far better nutrition than the average street kid.
Corpo Parents. Something went very wrong and he ended up in a motel room. After a couple days he was kicked out. Thus resulted in another 8 year old, probably doomed. Luckily he was picked up by Moses's gang...
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Age
23
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
brown
Hair
Tech whatever
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
chocolate-brown
Height
6'1"
Weight
175
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Elysium
My first memory is of the sun. You see our apartment had a lovely outdoor terrace, shared between 4 families. It was the perfect place to play, for BBQ, to be free. Me and my friends would chase Jenell's dog, and do hide and seek, but the best times were the BBQ's. All four families had set up a gas BBQ and when the weather was warm, we'd put up some waigu beef, and some real vegetables and have a day of it. I get ahead of myself.
I really don't remember what mom and dad did, I do know that they both worked for some corporation. What was more important to me was what they did around the home. Dad had a hobby - vertical integrated farms he'd used to say, said it would fix everything. And we had an entire room devoted to permaculture - pvc pipes with various vegetable plants poling out of every corner with dad tinkering. Its why we had year round peppers and cabbage and whatever else. Beans I think. I hated those beans.
Anyway. The days bled into one another, mostly spent in the condo or terrace. Sometimes we'd go into the actual city, The giant shopping complex in downtown with the foodplaza. But most of my time was dealing with holo-teachers and the compounds nanny and whatever else. This went of more or less for years. And then came the day, soon after my 8th.
It was a clear night, fairly late. The sun had set and I was getting ready for bed. What I remember is dad taking a phone call. The yelling started a couple of minutes in. Then, I'll never forget this, he threw his phone in the pool. Then he grabbed mom's and my LearningPrimer tossed them as well, while shouting about grabbing go bags and having 2 minutes. Apparently lots of people didn't have a backpack with clothes and snacks 'just in case'. I did. So did they. Because that was a game we played - hat if we have to run right now? What will you need and have? So I put on sweats, coat and shoes over my PJ's and grabbed my backpack and stood by the door. 4 minutes later we were in the elevator to the Car Park. But we didn't get in the Tesla. We got in moms' restored 20th century thing (looking back, that old muscle car didn't have electronic anything in it. I have no idea how she drove that thing on the roads without getting us killed)
An hour later we piled into some run down thing that smelled of wet and mold and rot. Dad immediately headed out to somewhere. 6 hours later, mom said she'd be right back.
Three days passed.
The manager of the place came in at 6 pm,, and freaked out because I was there. I remember him screaming at me that no one had payed and who was gonna pay. He started grabbing stuff from my parents bags, and apparently found something interesting. While he was distracted I snagged my things and ran.
And ran and ran.
And then stopped.
And waited.
And...
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