Full Name: Iskander Qaraguz Hvarechithra
Age: 24
Birthday: January 7th, 1987
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Nationality: American
Race: Persian
Religion: Militant Atheism
Politics: Anti-Capitalist/Anarcho-Nihilist
Background: (I apologize ahead of time for breaking with convention; this is how I write backgrounds. It's kind of lengthy but narrative really helps me get an idea of who I'm playing. Again, sorry
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None of this shit's gonna sound familiar to you. It's not from the bible, or the Koran, or anything else you've probly heard.
Zarathushtra asked Ahura Mazda: 'O Ahura Mazda, most beneficent Spirit, Maker of the material world, thou Holy One!
'What of the Holy Word is the strongest? What is the most victorious? What is the most glorious? What is the most effective?'
'What is the most fiend-smiting? What is the best-healing? What destroyeth best the malice of Daevas and Men? What maketh the material world best come to the fulfillment of its wishes? What freeth the material world best from the anxieties of the heart?'
God said it was his holy name, Ahura-Mazda, of course.
That's not what happened though. What really answered Zoroaster when he beseeched the heavens was...Silence. Because there's no one to answer, see? So he gets scared, like all the prophets, and he retreats behind the shield of fantasy and bullshit, dogma and the fears of others, and the lie perpetuates itself. And so it's been since man began to fantasize about God, but you know I think things are about to change. With so many of us down in the fuckin' dump, more than ever in this great nation's history, but smarter, more educated, more diverse than ever before, lots more folks are looking up and taking the silence in the sky for what it is.
But I must have figured we were just a bunch of hooting, humping, shitting, squealing apes pretty quick. I don't remember a time I ever believed what my parents told me about religion or politics, or what to think or wear or believe...Well, except what being good is. They're good people, and they let me figure things out without too much meddling. My older bro and sister were much better, much more proud of deriving their identity from mom and dad's deal, already prepackaged and saving them the difficulty of being individuals. It protected them, in a way, from coming to terms with the fucking horror that surrounded us.
I grew up in Detroit. Shit man. It wasn't always so fucked - well maybe it was, festering underneath like a lesion just waiting to go -SPLAT- all over, and we actually had a nice house in the burbs. No one bothered us, my parents had their tenure...And then when I was in high school the shit hit the fan. Mom and dad lost their jobs. Bro and sis were quick to sign up with the Navy and get out of that shit hole, but I stuck around to help 'em out for a while. I got into Wayne State on scholarships, studied the usual directionless, liberal artsy political sciency bullshit...And Spanish actually! But I realized it was all a bunch of crap too. The music was my savior - the rock. The jazz. The metal, the classical, but especially the death metal and the blood rock man. I am a fuckin' good guitarist too, you know that - even better singer.
I was working at this pizza place when I met Francesca about a year ago - haven't stopped thinking about her since. Something about her, the way she talked...Those crazy amber eyes, and that amazon confidence...I've never been hypnotized by a woman like that before. We never did the deed, just made out one day in the park, didn't give a fuck about who saw - she bit me pretty hard, drew some blood with those damn demon teeth of hers, but that didn't really bother me. Kinda sexy. I hung out with her a few more times, and we talked about...Things. About how to tip it all over, how the base supporting the cruel, oppressive structure could easily be swept out from underneath it like a rug. She gave me a kiss and took a bus to Las Vegas, telling me if I wanted to see her again I could meet her whenever the were doing Full Moon Specials at some place called the Overlook Club.
Things have been...Strange, since then. I've been feeling jumpy. Kinda like I'm coming out of my skin. Hungrier than normal, and lately that horrible, silent din in the sky I mentioned has become much louder. It hurts my ears now man...Before I fall asleep for the few hours that I can, sometimes it sounds there are words embedded in there.
Cabin fever man. I've lived in fucked up, evil, shot up Detroit for too long. I've already put in my two weeks, helped my dad with the rent for a whole 'nother year, and bought my bus ticket to Vegas two days ago.
Full moon'll be soon. I'm gonna find her. It'd be weird normally, right? Like, stalking some girl halfway across the US...Heh...No man. This feels right. I know it. It's not about lust, or love, or any of that shit - it's something else man.
I can't wait.
Subject: Iskander 'Crux' Hvarechithra 
