Name: Na'vi - Tends to respond to Vi, though people don't usually contact him or attempt to talk to him other than purchasing stuff from his black magic stall.
Sex: Male
Rarity: Common
Obsession: His secret obsession is one people steer clear of him for, you see, Na'vi is a street merchant with a secret obsession for casting Voodoo curses and doing rituals of sacrifice. In the basement of where he lives, he practises the dark arts, and is actually very good at it. he keeps it hidden as he doesn't want to be judged for it.
Extras:History:Na'vi's history is why his obsession for the dark arts runs riot. You see, as a kid, Na'vi was brought up in a household where his parents where practising the arts, though, they used white magic and only used it to help others. Na'vi never saw the good in what they were doing, and always thought it pointless as they refused to harm people in order to help others. So in the hidden secrecy of his bedroom, Na'vi taught himself what to do, learning black magic by changing his parents spells to suit his own needs... The black magic slowly corrupted the Jemi, and he turned bad... his parents deserted him, and his anger grew more, making him even more set on learning black magic and being more powerful than his parents. He wanted them to be proud, but they never even talked to him, and avoided him at all costs... And that hurt Na'vi, so he felt that he could hurt them in return.
Na'vi did just that... the black magic corrupting him to the point of non-recognition. He snapped, sitting in the place he now called home one day, making voodoo dolls of his beloved parents and using them to slowly destroy them. He regrets it now, but that was the last time they were ever seen, being destroyed by the thing they created through love. They drove him away with hate and their lack of understanding, and so he became bitter, and did the one thing that nobody expected him to do...
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By Me
Short Story:In the viewpoint of Na'vi...They say you shouldn't really judge a book by its cover... and to be honest they're completely right. Looking at me, most people see a bright and happy looking guy who is easy to approach and fun to talk to, but that is nowhere near accurate. Im a murderous, dark jemi, i hate others and despise of happiness... being a master of the dark arts, self proclaimed of course, has its good points, especially when you are best at Voodoo magic like me... You see, when i want to, i can make people suffer, i can hurt others for no reason if i like, all i need is to see them, and if i take a dislike to them, then they're in for a world of pain... I never used to be like this though... to be honest i did use to be how my outward image portrays... But that all changed... That all changed on that fateful day...
I was only young. say just in my double digits when it happened, though i dont remember exactly when as i try to block it out... It was dark outside and the wind was strong, and it was raining quite heavily... Thats how i used to like it best, as then i didn't get pestered by people wanting to make friends and talk... back on track now... Basically i was up in my bedroom, and my parents were downstairs, well i thought they were... they'd been awful quiet and it was getting late, and i was getting hungry, so out of need for food alone i wandered downstairs, and that's when i noticed it. They'd gone, left without even a goodbye... theyd left a small note on the dining table explaining they weren't coming back because i scared them. But i was their son, they owed me an explanation at least, and that made me bitter. They thought i was so worthless that they didn't even give me a last word so i could settle, they didnt even give me peace of mind... I guess something inside me snapped that day, and i changed... Something deep inside me changed, never to be repaired when they left... taking the me everyone used to know along with it...