CDR: Leran Nassar

N a m e :

Leran Nassar

A g e :

2996 years

B i r t h d a y :

23.7.982 BC

S p e c i e s :

Ifrit (a fire-djinn/demon, often found in arabic mythology~)

F a c t i o n :

Diamond

J o b :

Fire Breather

P e r s o n a l i t y :

Leran takes life a bit more lightly than some people may call healthy. Due to his little ‘accident’ making him end up in the victorian London, he got a bit more serious but still, what is life without a bit of fun and why get worked up about every little thing when there can be a solution for everything. This makes him act a bit quick sometimes, too, as to actually tackle possible problems quickly and get them out of the way eventually.

Usually, he is rather calm and a bit playful in his speaking and social behaviour though. He likes being around people, chatting, enjoying life. On the other hand, he is rather short tempered. He won’t jump at every little thing yet when he’s angry, he really is. He’s the resentful kind of person, sulking to himself for quite some time after fights.

He generally has a rather good heart, not meaning anything bad even when playing little pranks or showing a slightly sharp tongue.

He likes to stay up for long into the night and sleeps until the late morning or midday even. A real nightowl and a bad morning-person.

  H i s t o r y :

Leran was born in a place some cultures would call hell or underworld. A place populated with those who have no place in heaven or on earth, just visiting the latter when they have a buisness there or are called.

The Ifrits are powerful firedemons, being able to control fire, even able to ‘create’ it. Their skin is invulnerable against heat yet they have a weakness against cold. They are tall and more than twice as strong as a grown human man.

He’d play around with humans and demons alike, spend nights drinking and hanging around or finding a ‘playmate’ for the night..

Yet soon he noticed, that this isn’t what he was looking for. Always the same people, always the same places, always the same troubles. He grew tired of this way of life, yet he knew he cannot follow his fathers path either. From his family, he basically just has his younger sister, Serpentina, backing him up. She does not really approve his lifestyle yet does not agree with their parents expectations, either. She of course has it more easy than her brother, being the younger one, but maybe it is exactly that what makes her support him even more, to return some of this accidental ‘protection’.

After another fight with his family over duty and honor and responsibility, he again escaped his home realm to the human world, in the old Israel about 950 BC. It wasn’t his first time being there and so, feeling safe, he went after his usual business, disguised as a normal human. Yet this time went not as planned.

As the sun slowly set, the noises of as local festival got louder, filling the place with joy and the scent of food and wine. Of course, Leran wouldn’t miss this chance to free his mind, taking part in the dancing and drinking, laughing and feasting. It was then, that an old man, sitting in an alley, not too far from the main square, caught his attention. The man invited the delighted Ifrit to a game of cards. If Leran wins, he’ll get a piece of jewelry, a ring with a ruby, that seems as if it’s holding a flame inside. If the man wins, he’d get the jewels on Lerans chest, presents by his sister and his parents, showing his status.

Having lost his prudence to the alcohol and festive mood of the night, he agreed to the rather shady challenge.

In the end he won. Triumphantly, Leran held up the ring and then out it on his finger. The last thing he then remembers is the sneer on the other mans face.

The next thing is the face of a little girl. When he woke up, it was cold around him. The air was wet and the room he was in was dark. The girl in front of him jumped back, the ring he was prized with in her hands. As Leran awoke to his senses, he figured that he must have been in some kind of vault. As the girl saw him moving, she shriek and ran away, taking the ring with her. The ifrit, still too tired to follow, was left behind, abashed.

During his sleep, time passed on and by the time his family got suspicious of the longer absence of their son, he probably was out of the city already. Still having their other daughter who could inherit the family name, their efforts decreased after a few hundred of years. Serpentina herself though never really stopped looking, yet with certain locations of the other realm being connected to certain places in the human world, looking further away than Israel and the closeby countries is not easy to be done. Especially as now she has the duties her brother was supposed to fulfill before

Just slowly, Leran managed to find his way out of the vault, finding himself on the rainy streets of an unknown name. Cold and dark, with people wearing weird clothes. Loud, stinking monsters with people inside, walking on hard ground. All he could do for now is to stay hidden and find out where he is.

It turned out, that he woke up hundreds of years later, in the victorian london. In this whole new world, he has a hard time to blend in, not only because of his skin color. He stayed in the shadows during that time, as he tried to figure how to go on. He cannot find a way back to his realm. His sleep and the ring seemed to have weakened him and his powers and his sister is out of reach, her current whereabouts unknown to him. Would she worry? Miss him? And his parents? He is lost and rather vulnerable. A totally new experience for him, frightening and dangerous, that now even makes him miss the fights with his father and the expectations he had for him...

He still could get what he needed, food and the likes, stealing, as his senses, strength and movement are still superior to those of humans and he would still keep some of his basic powers he could use to scare and distract people with. If he had to, he even would use this strength to protect himself. Yet it was rather lonely and… well… depressing compared to his previous lifestyle. He had a lot time to think thought, about how he lived. The sewers and dark back alleys he hid in sure are not as fancy and comfortable as the places he was used to. Yet they still were better than the hostility he was faced with by the noble humans outside and even the mere folk. The scum of the city may is harsher and sometimes a bit hard to handle but way more accepting towards unusual looking people.

Around his most desperate time, where for his lifespan not much years have passed yet they felt like a lifetime to him, he came along a ‘special’ place. He does not quite remember how he got there, maybe it was fate, maybe something led him, but it was a place where he felt he could stay for now without hiding. At least until he finds a way home. Or maybe forever?

A mysterious circus, that made his senses tingle and his excitement come back to life.

Short form:

He grew up in the demon realm in a high ranked family, his family having quite some expectations for him as the oldest son. He prefers a ‘easier’ way of life though, going against his parents will.

In the old Israel he once again attends a festival one night, ending up in him being tricked to wear a ring, which seals his powers and makes him sleep.

Many years later, he wakes up in the victorian London, lost and on his own. He has to hide himself due to his rather uncommon appearance for that time, until he somehow finds his way to the circus, deciding to stay there for the time being, until he finds a way back home, probably.

L i k e s :

Hot/warm places and bathes

Chili

Spicy food in general

D i s l i k e s :

Snow

Smoke

Bugs

F a m i l y :

Vater: Estan Nassar(Alive)

Mother: Mareilla Nassar(Alive)

Sister: Serpentina Nassar(Alive)

R e l a t i o n s h i p s :

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M I S C/O t h e r  I n f o r m a t i o n:

He got his name thanks to one of my typing-way-too-fast-typos. That way, while talking about him, I turned ‘Learn’ into ‘Leran’ and in the end named him after that…

And those actually are beard stubbles on his face but how the heck do you make those visible on dark skin, ahhh.

R P  m e t h o d s :

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