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❝ We all eat lies when our
hearts are hungry... ❞

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╾time period╼
2018

╾setting╼
New York, New York

╾name╼
Ajal Zambinni

╾name meaning╼
《Ajal》

specified term or period, hour of death; death; fate, destiny

╾nickname╼
》AJ《

╾nickname meaning╼
Given to him by his boss, just to shorten the already shorten name that he was given when he was brought in.

╾age╼
27

╾date of birth╼
Unknown exactly, but was brought in on November 1st, 1989

╾gender╼
Male

╾sexuality╼
Unknown, positive he himself is bisexual or at least bi-curious

╾species╼
Human

╾nationality╼
Unknown, believed to be Russian

╾languages spoken╼

◍ 100% English

◍90% Spanish

◍ 90% Russian

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▫ R E S I D E N C Y ▫
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╾hometown╼
New York, New York

╾place of birth╼
Unknown but believed to be a New York alley way

╾current residency╼
Deep in the city of
New York, New York

╾type of home╼
Two bedroom apartment. Designed to be just like everyone else's.

╾layout╼

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╾other information╼

◍ bed with brown sheets is his room.

◍ Hidden behind his tv, there is a door in which leads to a weapon room and training room. It is big and spaced, basically the second apartment next to his that he bought with his money.

◍ The spare bedroom is where he usually sleeps, not very comfortable in his own room unless it's absolutely necessary to go in there, which it is to train.
{Before scenario 1&2}

◍ In the weapon and training room, one wall is aligned with weapons of all kinds, across from it, targeting practices. To the other side of the floor, a weight bench sits with a treadmill, in which aligned along the wall are weights, big and small. The room has only one mirror and it's the wall with the hidden door.

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╾current job╼
Hitman

╾yearly income╼
$782,000.00

╾average paycheck╼
$15,000.00

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▫ A P P E A R AN C E ▫
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╾detailed appearance╼
Paul Caddock

With white hair, it's poofed up slightly. It isnt puffy and wild, but yet clean and styled. He keeps it nice and professional for work and for outward appearances. He has blue eyes and a seemingly pale complexion.

His skin is fair and seemingly untouched but underneath is a body that is covered in scars. None that are visible if wearing a regular tee shirt but covering his back, chest, torso, and sides.

He stands at six foot four, tall and out. He doesn't care about his height, actually enjoying the advantage of overtowering people. He enjoys the height as it helps with his job.

╾attire╼
With the money he makes, he is sure to dress sharp. Never seen in public without a button up shirt, a black tie, and dress pants with dress shoes matching. All dark colours. He never really wears a suit jacket with his outfit unless hes out somewhere important and big.

At home, he does however slack off. He is seen in a regular tee shirt, jeans, and regular tennis shoes. He does this due to the fact that he can have time to relax. He was raised to dress sharp and professional but when alone at home, he's a bit lazy in his outfit.

When he works out or trains, he dresses in gym shorts and a black tank top or no shirt at all. He works out till he's sweating so he doesn't wear a lot of clothes so he doesn't get it soaked or smelly.

When out at work, he wears all black. He wears a black hoodie with a shirt beneath, jeans as dark as they can be and shoes too. He carries a duffel bag with him filled with the weapons necessary, his regular clothes on top so I stopped, it would look like he was going to get dressed somewhere.

╾tattoos╼

Six triangles, three small and three big. This represents the agency he works for. Only given when proven he is professional and the best of the best.

╾piercings╼
None

╾scars/deformities╼
He has several scars along his back, long and short, deep and faintly hidden. Due to the fact that he was grown to believe he was nothing but scum then raised to believe he was the best of the best. Broken down and raised up, he carries those scars like they were regular things a person has on their back. He thinks nothing of them.

He has a bullet wound in his left shoulder, given to him from a shoot out with one of his victims.

╾other markings╼
None

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▫ P E R S O N A L I T Y ▫
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╾detailed personality╼

Naive yet powerful.

He doesn't know any better. Having grown up a hitman made him realize that this was his life. He had no chance of escaping.

But yet, he was so powerful. Powerful mentally and emotionally, and of course physically. He doesn't care who he hurts and what he does to hurt them. Not at all sensitive, having been through things and seen some things.

He is daring, not caring if he dies. He loves the thrill that it gives him. Knowing he takes lives and that his own could be taken just as fast or as simple. He loves to live dangerously and doesn't care who gets in the ways.

But beneath it all, is someone who just wants to be normal. It's hard to get to that personality but basically, he's someone who just wants to be a normal civilian, to be a normal person who doesn't get paid to kill others.

╾phobias╼

◍ Autophobia - fear of loneliness

Despite being a hitman, he already works alone. But, he's scared of being completely alone. No one to help him, no one to back him up, no one to go to if there ever was a case in which he needed help. That terrifies him without actually admitting that.

╾philias╼

◍ Nyctophilia - Love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in darkness.

The night is where he works best. He's mostly up 24/7 but the night gives him energy. It fuels him to continue and gives him time to reflect.

◍ Pluviophile - someone who finds not and peace of mind during rainy days; a lover of rain

The rain. How it falls. How it rolls down or hits the windshields or windows. He loves it all. How the clouds seem to cry for those who die. How the Earth is so blue it needs to release its sadness. He's in love with the rain and nothing can take that love away.

╾fears╼

◍ That one day he'll be abandoned by the corporation.

╾secrets╼

◍ Deep down inside of him, he wants to leave his life behind and start new. He just doesn't know how to.

◍ He wants to leave his killing days behind him and become a chef somewhere. Somewhere where he could be himself and cook to his hearts desire.

╾quirks╼

◍ Tends to space his words when he speaks, like it's the last word he's going to say before saying something else.

◍ Has a small lisp, not very noticeable unless you're paying attention

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╾mental illnesses╼

◍ None so far known

╾sicknesses╼

◍None

╾impairments╼

◍ He does have a slight twitch in his pinky finger on his right hand. One day while training, he accidentally smashed it, shattering all the bones. The organization's medic fixed it as best as he could and he's left with only a slight twitch.

╾physical injuries╼

◍ None

╾medications╼

◍ None

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╾ambitions╼

◍ To leave the organization.

To one day be free. To escape the life he was given and make a new one for himself. He wants to move away from it all and leave it in the past.

◍ Become a chef

He wants to one day be a good chef. Nothing big but at a fancy restraunt with a good paying job. He wants to have people tasting his food and be amazed by it

◍ Doesn't know it but to be loved

He doesn't know it's an ambition but one day, he wants to settle down. Have a nice family, fall in love and just be loved. To have the one thing he never had growing up.

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◍ Cooking ;; He grew up cooking for the organization. They had him in the kitchen for about the first quarter of his life, just cooking before the real training came in. Cooking came easy to him and he loves it.

◍ training ;; He's always in the training room for about five hours a day. He doesn't

◍ Running a hand through his hair ;; Tends to always do that. He just puts his hand up and through his hair, unsure as to why he does it but knows it's a habit he needs to break.

╾likes╼

◍ A nice clean kill. One that only takes a matter of minutes rather than the long complications of having to find the person and find out their schedule. He likes to keep it simple and easy.

◍ To be honest, when he's out in town amongst the people. He loves to see people being normal, to livethe life given to them. To see them act as if they're is nothing to worry about.

◍ Food. He's addicted to it. He trains a lot so he loses the calories he gains but he's a very good chef and when he isn't busy training or doing a job, he's probably in the kitchen, quiet yet skillful in his work of food.

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◍ He hates it secretly whenever he gets a new contract. He hates having to end lives that sometimes don't deserve to be ended. He doesn't mind it when the person deserves it but when they don't, he hates it.

◍ He hates having to be called in to the place he grew up. Reminded of the long nights of training, how some scars were given to him from nothing. He hates being reminded he would never get the chance to be normal again, the opportunity long forgotten when he was picked up from the alley in New York.

◍ Hates the fact that he doesn't know where he came from and why his mom left him in an alley way. He wants to learn the truth one day and wants to be filled with completion and satisfaction.

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╾parents╼
None

╾relationship w/ parents╼
N/A

╾siblings╼
None

╾relationship w/ siblings╼
N/A

╾children╼
None

╾relationship w/ children╼
N/A

╾spouse╼
None

╾relarionship w/ spouse╼
N/A

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╾friends╼

None

╾relationship w/ friends╼

N/A

╾enemies╼

Everyone

╾relationship w/ enemies╼

Everyone he meets he sees as an enemy. Anyone could hurt him (or try to hurt him) and anyone can turn their back on him. Even the organization he grew up in is an enemy to him, who he considers the number one enemy out of them all.

╾partner╼

None

╾relationship w/ partner╼

N/A

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╾position╼
Seme

╾type of lover╼

Someone who would take care of him, treat him like an equal and love him despite the wrong he's done in the past.

╾¿virgin?╼
Yes

╾status╼
Single

╾prefered relationship speed╼
Depends truly on who you are

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╾earliest memory╼

Being shown a gun for the first time at the age of three and a half. He was shown the weapon room at the organization he works for.

╾memory most affected by╼

Being given a gun and a contract at the age of thirteen. He was given his first assignment, first person to kill. He had been practicing with plastic dolls growing up training and was finally. deemed worthy to start.

╾favorite memory╼

His favorite memory was going out of town for the first time to track someone down. He was driving by himself and was in the country. He parked and got out, seeing the stars all together, almost like looking out into the galaxy.

╾least favorite memory╼

Being given an contract to kill a pregnant women. He hated it because as he followed her around and discovered the only reason the male wanted her dead was because she was going to tell people the child was his.

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╾childhood╼

Unknown as to who he was birthed from and who to call his mother and father, he was left crying in an abandoned alley way. For two days he stayed there before someone took him in. An older gentleman who was known as the Boss.
He was taken in, bathed, fed, clothed, and grown healthy up to the age of three, where he was finally shown the weapon room. The one room he was never allowed in.
He was shown his first gun and first sign of violence. Yet, it didn't scare him. As if to prepare him, he grew up watching violence on television. He was abused, but unknown to him. He was told it was training. He was given scars and gashes along his back. He was trained to have a mindset of scum yet have a mindset of someone powerful. He listened to loud noises so as to not be frightened by the sound of a gunshot. He grown up in the kitchen too, taught to cook and what to make so he could pull his weight before he turned seven. That's where he was brought into training like a soldier.
He was given a b.b. gun, trained how to shoot moving objects and far away things before the age of ten. He was given his first gun then, practicing on actual people dolls where he believed them to be real people. He trained and trained up till his thirteenth birthday.

╾adolescence╼

The instant he turned thirteen, he was given his first contract and first actual gun. Someone had went with him to make sure he did it. By then, he was cold hearted and apathetic to everything. He didn't care what happened to anyone as he made his first kill. He trained and killed up to the age of fifteen, where one day, someone fought back. He had been slightly reckless as they had a gun on them too. He ended up getting shot in the shoulder in which they had saved it so there was no twitch. He was more careful up till the age of sixteen, where while training, he shattered his pinky by someone dropping a weight on it. They saved it but it has a slight twitch to it now. Ever since then, he's been careful and thorough with things like training and killing.

╾adulthood╼

At the age of eighteen, he moved out of the organization headquarters and into his own apartment that was modeled just for him. He doesn't pay the rent as long as he stays with the organization. He trains and still kills, sometimes even scopes out his kills before he does. Sometimes he is called in to different states and is forced to drive out of the city. He doesn't mind but sometimes, he has thoughts of just driving. Not returning ever again. Though he has those thoughts, he doesn't do them. He doesn't act out on them no matter what. Well, before he met you. He studied you. He saw your life and he finally got the idea to escape. And if you were with him or not didn't matter as he just needed an escape route.

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❝ I'll cook tonight. ❞

❝ What are you staring at? ❞

❝ Quiet! ❞

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◍ His voice is rich and deep, soothing and mellow. Though he is a hitman, he seems to have a voice that can assure you that everything is alright.

◍ He tends to wear nothing but training shorts around the apartment before and after working out.

◍ He always has a stocked fridge, no matter what

◍ He goes into the organization building once a week to update them on things

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◍ Depending on which scenario you choose, the apartment he lives in won't be in the first one, at least, not for a while.

◍ Live a normal life. Nothing really tragic, nothing big. Just simple.

◍ Must have one reason as to why you would have a hitman on you.

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╾one╼
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This was it.

This was the end.

There he stood, a gun with a silencer in his hand as he stared you down.

You were face to face with death.

You didn't know what you did to deserve this so soon. You didn't do anything much.

You were a simple person.

But there they stood.

A hired hitman to end you.

You didn't know what to do.

Plead for your life, accept your fate, fight back.

As you stood there, you couldn't help but notice that the hand had started shaking slightly. His grip tightening, his eyes focusing and unfocusing as he stared at you harshly. Slowly, his hand was going down.

You...

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It had been approximately five months since you moved in with him.

Five months of living with a hitman.

Five months of playing dead.

In New York, it wasn't uncommon for a dead person to show up so you weren't being investigated or searched for.

You were saved by Ajal.

Taken from the dangers and brought to the isolation of living with someone who didn't speak much.

One evening, Ajal was a bit late so you had decided to make dinner.

Cooking, you heard the door open and in walked Ajal, a determined look in his eyes as he glanced to you.

"What's for dinner?" He asked, voice the same deep tone like when he said he was taking you away.

You...