"Death waits for no one; you too shouldn't wait for it."
Name: Unknown. He was born without a name, or a family (In truth he was born in a family, but he chose to forget them). Known as, and calls himself, Monk. (See bio for reason) "Though I wanted your heart; I'll just have to do with your life."
Age: 25. "I survived this long; I'll survive you."
Special Ability:
"If only I could throw you away; my knife would remain sharp longer.."
The Devil's Tears: It is the ability to move and reshape inanimate objects around him.
This power, to reshape objects, is difficult to control and requires absence of movement, from both the caster and the castee. Monk does not require hand signals.
How this power works: Personally Monk does not know how he can do that. A Gift from a disease, his companions called it. The "Get out of Jail free" card, he calls it. Someone once told him that his brain can control electrons in the air surrounding and inside the object. Then using the power of repulsion, he moves the object around. Of course, since that does not cool at all, said man found himself in the gutter; head bashed in.
Basic Appearance:
"If you look slaver enough; consider yourself screwed."
The most noticeable feature of Monk is his white hair. Many have asked whether it was natural and indeed it was. People assume that is why he was named Monk, and they are wrong. (It was his habit of giving out bullshit advice that sounds nice.) Apart from that and his eyebrows which are dark brown, he is free of hair.
His eyes are also attention demanding. He suffers from total Heterochromia Iridum. Because of this his pupils are of different colors, one deep blue and one red.
He is ectomorphic, built like a slave who practiced martial arts to remain sane. He is six feet tall, and weighs about 160 pounds. His back is riddled with whip scars; earned while working as a whiplasher*.
He does not speak, unless he has a "badass" quote to say. Or if he wants food. His voice is coarse and 'manly'. Unfortunately it seems to scare kids.
Bio:
"This is the story of my life; minus my wife."
The Monk Who Sold his Soul
It was a cold evening. The stars hid behind a single cloud; thunderstorm approaching. The slavers amazed to see the size of the cloud, decided it was better to find a place to stay. "Try Remenis," said one. It was the closest village from them at the time; a village of weirdos, as the slavers called them. Many of the people living there had some genetic disease.
They raided the village, killed all but left the ladies and some children alive. After all, slavers too had their needs. One of the children was Monk, who was fifteen at the time. Till that time he had lived peacefully; as peacefully as the world allowed. His parents were caring and taught him the way of the Reminisians. No, actually they just handed him a book and taught him how to read. Most of his quotes are from that book; proving that even if the Reminisians did not have genetic diseases they would still be called weirdos.
After the slaughter was complete, only he and five other children, all aged between thirteen and eighteen, were left standing. One man from the village was also standing, but he had been impaled on a large spear so he doesn't count. The two oldest children were female, most likely for 'on the way' entertainment. He and the three boys would be slaves. Monk too would have died in the slaughter if one of the slavers hadn't joked abut how much Monk would fetch in a circus.
Satisfied with the loot and the gruesome state of the village they departed again. It is on this first journey, or more accurately, that he name got a name**. When asked to sing a nice song for food would not be given, he said, "I don't eat crap." Later he was given a sound beating. When one of his assailants told him how they would just hit him till an inch of life, he said, "Be careful who you don't kill or you'll find yourself in a gutter." The men laughed and christened him Monk, and continued beating.
Seven years later and several change of hands later, he found himself in a circus of sorts. Unfortunately(?) he was not circus material (he was too good looking). For two years he worked as an announcer. One night, during the show, one of the circus materials got fed up. He shouted and screamed and called the owner a devil. He was killed subsequently at the request of the crowd; skinned alive and then dropped in hot oil. The owner earned a lot that day; many loyal customers, much wealth and the fear of his circus materials.
One night, as Monk cleaned a cage- a new circus material was arriving- he heard screams. At first he did not bother as this was commonplace. But when the scream continued, now mostly weeping though, Monk decided he was bored of this place. He had no interest in helping whoever it was ("If you are not a slaver; here's a knife and there's the gutter.") and the nightly screaming made his ears ache.
As he moved out of the tent- he had freedom to move between tents because of the nature of his job- he realized the next tent on his to-clean list was the one from which the wailing originated. It was the circus owner's tent, much smaller than the main tent. He walked inside and a moment later turned back and walked away, never to been seen there again. The owner was later found in a gutter, makeup smeared by tears.
*whiplasher- A beggar who constantly whip himself to earn the sympathy of the public; and their money.
**Reminisians do not believe in names. He was called 14.31, or fourteen thirty one. Family Fourteen, generation Three, Child number One