#the fighter.

[sanguinebard]

sideblog for @s1byls, gameplay screencaps for revulsion. personal blogs dni.

[fcrewell-wxnderlust]

AMITA SUMAN // have you seen NIHAR PURI around the crash site? we’re trying to make sure they’re still alive after the crash! according to the manifesto THEY/THEM is a 25 year old NONBINARY**. i hear they’re known for being a THIEF/PICK POCKET. NIHAR is also known to be ATTENTIVE yet also STUBBORN at times. we have a couple questions for NIHAR when we find THEM, we heard something about a secret they might have? such as THEY USED TO BE RICH! (ilya, 20, bst, they/them***) 

STATS:

Full Name: Nihar Puri Nicknames: Naina (by family), Layla (by family and ex partner), Niki (by older family) Birthdate: May, 23 Age: 25

Gender: nonbinary Pronouns: they/them Romantic Orientation: biromantic Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Right or Left Handed: right handed Marks: three (3) piercings in each earlobe, industrial, orbital, helix & rook piercings in each ear, nose piercing (left side), freckle/mole next to left eye, tattoos (TBA), scars, (TBA)

Schooling: high-school graduate Languages Spoken: English (native speaker), Bhojpuri (native speaker), Punjabi (when young among friends), Hindi (when young among friends)

Family: - mother (deceased) - father (deceased) - elder brother (31) - second elder brother (29) - elder sister (29) - third elder brother (28) - younger sister (22) - younger brother (20)

PAST:

As a child, Nihar came from a rich family. Their parents themselves were not originally rich but came up in the world. When their parents were lost to a car crash, it was up to their eldest brother to handle the family situations but he made a bad deal. The family very quickly lost everything and with seven mouths to feed, they all did what they had to.

Nihar was fourteen (14) when they lost it all, parents, home, friends. They packed up and moved away as quickly and quietly as they could but their fresh start quickly turned sour. A year later, a series of bad gambles from her second brother dropped them further into financial ruin. Nihar took matters into their own hands. As a child, she had taken an interest into what their mother would call 'unladylike' hobbies but their father indulged their anyways: gymnastics, knives and fighting. Despite their elder brothers being taller, they could take them down easily and was quick on their feet. They were fifteen (15) when they started pickpocketing, sixteen (16) when they moved on to bigger things: robbing houses, twenty (20) when they went even further.

PRESENT & SURVIVAL SKILLS:

They passed whatever skills they could over to their siblings, doing jobs with both them and other groups, never revealing enough to lead anyone back to them. They'd become good at hiding the truth in those eleven (11) years and even better at sussing it out. Thief they may have been but their main trade was secrets. With a deserved confidence, they pulled off a successful heist with an ex partner (as a goodbye), enough to get them all on a flight to Australia.

They can fight, they're strong, stamina's great. They'd be a great asset on the island, so long as they decide they can trust you.

SOCIAL:

Nihar was from a big family, simultaneously loud and quiet, speaking when required and listening to everything. They're slippery, hard to pin down and hard to catch but only when you have the misfortune of going up against them. To friends, they're just a regular person, a bit odd maybe, but who wouldn't be when they've been through what Nihar had.

[haraldbulling]

The Fighter, Ausstellung Berlin, 2019

[inthesaddle]

To hate.

It doesn't feel good to have hate in one's heart. Not abstract hate for things and people you don't really know. True and utter hate for a person. It's an ugly feeling that brings out the worst in you. And this is not hate from love, like you could only hate someone you once loved (and then you eventually settle down into a neutral ground between the two emotions). This is hate out of hate. Hate for stupidity. Hate for laziness. Hate for insolence. Hate for dishonesty. Hate for all the horrible things you didn't even realize one person could be.

Hate for yourself for feeling this much horridness about another.

So what do you do? You fight back. You do not lay down. You do not settle. You do not allow this hate to become a cancer that grows and festers and overtakes you. You. Fight. Back. Use the hate as strength. Let it work with the good in you. The drive for fairness. The drive, not to make the person understand, because you know that's well beyond the realm of possibility, but to no longer care about making them understand. The desire to be vindicated. The need for the wrongs to be righted. 

Fight. Back.