[ bie thassapak hsu, demi-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! SANTI AMARIN-ZHAO, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as a THIRTY-FIVE-year-old CEO of X ACADEMY. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PEACEMAKER, being CHARISMATIC and INSTIGATORY. Don’t forget to lock your door in SORA, because you’ll never know who might have your name on their list.
Santi Amarin-Zhao has stopped pretending he can outrun the life carved into his bones. He walks the halls of X Academy like a man already halfway to the grave—sharp suit, steady voice, and a healing curse gift that refuses to let him die. The world sees a polished CEO married to Aramonta Xia Wei, but the truth is quieter: his body keeps fixing itself, faster and better than it has any right to, even when he wishes it wouldn’t. With Val, his ex-boyfriend, gone and silence filling the spaces where their laughter used to live, Santi has turned all his focus toward one final purpose—tearing down his mother, Dr. Shaylin Zhao, and the monstrous legacy she has created within him. If he can’t rest, then neither will she.
// 002 // wanted connections (not limited to these)
The One Who Stayed
They still work under Shaylin Zhao—and may be Santi’s only way in.
Whether by fear, ambition, or entrapment, this character remained inside Dr. Zhao’s inner circle. They may be a reluctant informant, an ex-ally turned enemy, or someone who believes the experiments weren’t all evil. Their connection to Santi is tense, historic, and filled with mutual resentment… and maybe guilt.
The One Who Almost Was
They make Santi wonder if love is still possible.
With Val gone and the ache of what was left behind buried deep, Santi wasn’t supposed to feel anything again—until them. Maybe they’re a colleague. A political rival. A journalist. A bodyguard. Someone close enough to touch but dangerous enough to keep at arm’s length. They never knew the full truth, and maybe they still don’t. But Santi finds himself watching them too long, speaking too carefully, and wondering if he’s betraying something sacred… or just trying to remember how to feel human. He won’t let himself act on it. Not yet. But if they push first—well, that’s another story.
The One Who Calls Him Silk
They only know the man from the Slums—the one with dirt under his nails and sharp opinions about the System.
This friend, confidant, or partner-in-crime has never seen the high towers of Sora or the press conferences at X Academy. To them, “Silk” is just a clever bastard who always seems to have extra food, a decent coat, and a wild idea of how to make the world better. They might be a medic, a mechanic, a vendor, a vigilante. Maybe they suspect he’s more than he lets on—but they’ve never pried. And for that, Santi trusts them more than anyone in his penthouse. He’s terrified of what they’ll say if they ever learn who he really is… but more terrified of losing the version of himself he gets to be when he’s with them.
The One He’s Training Without Saying So
They think Santi just likes mentoring them. They don’t know he’s quietly making them his successor.
Maybe they’re a sharp intern, a rising star in the Academy, or someone from the outside who reminds Santi of a younger version of himself—idealistic, ambitious, and angry in the right ways. He’s teaching them how to read a room, how to twist a policy into a knife, how to hold a secret like it’s holy. And they have no idea why. What looks like investment is really legacy. Santi’s not planning to be around forever, and when he’s gone, someone needs to know how to break the system and survive it too.
The One Who Lost Everything
They’ve been waiting years to make Santi pay.
Maybe they blame him for a raid, an execution, a ruined reputation. Maybe it was someone Santi sacrificed during one of his early power plays, or a bystander in a scheme he never looked back on. Either way, they’ve clawed their way through pain and politics and poison just to get within striking distance. The tragedy? Santi might actually agree with them. He’s not even sure he wouldn’t welcome the knife. But revenge isn’t always clean, and now that they’ve finally found him—maybe revenge isn’t the only thing they want.
// 003 // wanted plots (not limited to these)
The Mirror’s Reflection
Santi’s darkest secrets are exposed when an old acquaintance—a former lover, a disgruntled former employee, or even an estranged family member—returns with evidence of Santi’s past misdeeds. As this person seeks to exact their revenge, Santi is forced to confront the consequences of his actions, past manipulations, and lost relationships. Will he face the truth, or will he destroy the only person who could reveal it?
The Butterfly War
After years of controlling the chaos, Santi finds himself caught in a war between factions in the Slums—one that he may have accidentally ignited under the alias Silk. Now, he must choose: reveal his true identity to guide the uprising, or let the flames consume everything he once built in secret.
Ghost Letters
Val hasn’t contacted him in years. But suddenly, encrypted messages begin to appear—coded in a way only Santi would recognize. Are they from Val? Or someone using the ghost of Santi’s past to manipulate him? Either way, the memories they stir threaten to unravel everything he’s buried.
Mercy, Weaponized
Santi offers backing and influence to someone the world believes unforgivable—a corrupt Overseer, an underground fighter in the Slums, an Android gone haywire. The act earns him both acclaim and threats. Was it a political calculation, or a genuine attempt at redemption? And if he believes in second chances… does that mean he deserves one, too?
Last Will and Testament
In secret, Santi begins writing his legacy: messages, blueprints, confessionals. Not for the press. Not for his family. For the handful of people who might carry on his vision after he’s gone. But when one of his letters leaks, it sparks rumors: is the CEO dying?
// 004 // biography
Santi Amarin-Zhao was born into power, expectation, and a quiet kind of suffering. As the only heir to the Amarin-Zhao legacy, he was groomed from birth to lead—by charm, by control, by any means necessary. What the world sees is a man who rose fast and burned brighter: the charismatic CEO of X Academy, visionary reformer, husband to Aramonta Xia Wei. But behind the perfect press releases and curated interviews lies a man stitched together by grief, obligation, and a refusal to be what his mother made him.
Dr. Shaylin Zhao’s experiments left more than scars. They left a power in him—a healing ability and quickness, strange and unmatched, that mends his body faster than it can break. To the public, it's nothing more than resilience; to Santi, the Sighir is a curse. He cannot die easily. He cannot rest. For years, he used orchestrated chaos and calculated mercy to keep control in a life where control had been ripped from him. But now, older and sharper, Santi has chosen clarity over chaos: he will bring down the woman who made him.
His marriage to Aramonta is strategic, but not cold. There’s respect there, maybe even inklings close to care—but not love, not in the way he once tasted with Valerio Dizon. Val was sunlight in a locked room. But that chapter closed the day Santi said his vows and Val returned to Earth to care for his mother. They don’t speak anymore. Santi doesn’t blame him. Love was never safe in his hands.
Still, Santi remains tethered to the world—through his Sighir, through Mugi, a cat found in the park, and through those who still believe in what he could be. His closest relationships are layered in silence, built on mutual use, shared pain, and the rare flickers of real affection he doesn’t always know what to do with. He wants peace, but he knows he’ll have to burn the foundation first.
If he’s to find eternal rest, then he’ll drag his mother into the flames with him. No more shadows. No more cages. Just the slow undoing of a legacy that should have never been written.
welcome friend ! i’m moon ! i use she / her pronouns , est zone , and am 25 ! i will be writing the absolute train-wreck of a person that is mr jala dara ! he is a man known for doing other people’s dirty work . a reluctant assassin for the golden tears . he is also kind of a silly goofy guy but deep down he is quite serious and hates almost everyone ! he has absolutely no idea who he really is but honestly same . . . here is his info and stuff !
[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! JALA DARA, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as ASSASSIN ( rogue ) of THE GOLDEN TEARS. The city has plenty of spots for a 33 year old CYBORG like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE SILHOUETTE , being CHILL™ and DECEITFUL.
