Twitch

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Name: Halil Khalid
'Twitch'
'Sawyer'
'Wet Dog'
Age: 3,400,125,710 years old.
Gender: Genderless, Male Personality
Species: Djinn - Marid
Planet of Origin: Earth
Occupation: Loyal friend and servant, Right hand of Iblis

Physical Description: At a glance one can tell there is something 'other worldly' about his appearance. The feature that stands out about him the most are his eyes. His eyes are narrow almond shaped slits with dark blue irises that almost seem to pierce into your soul and read you like an open book. Intense as his eyes are, at the same time, they are soft and kind. His eyes are gently framed by medium length wild and curly locks of black hair that barely brush his shoulders.

His lips are the next most alluring of his features. His lips are full and feminine, forming a natural pout. His smile is almost mesmerizing. He does not often form a full smile, only letting the corner of his lips twitch slightly, whereby coining his odd nickname, as he does this quite a bit. His smirked smile always makes him seem as though he is planning something.

His skin is a warm sun kissed caramel complexion, smooth and flawless. His body is of a medium but lean frame, gentle muscle tone of his arms, legs, and abdomen. He has the lithe build of an Olympic swimmer. He stands with an air of confidence, while somehow not seeming arrogant, putting him at 6'1". His voice is light and gentle but deceptively deep. His accent is distinctly Arabic but it has softened over the centuries, making him easy to understand. He can speak many languages but he speaks English more than anything else. However when he becomes flustered, he speaks in a very ancient dialect of Arabic.

His attire can be a little awkward for some people before they get to know him. If Twitch could have his way, he'd wear nothing at all. But since that is simply not an option in civilized society, He can be seen wearing a pair black silk Harem style pants and nothing else. He hates the restrictive feel of fabric and will avoid wearing it if he can. When he absolutely must be dressed, he sulkily wears a pair of dark denim jeans, and plain shirts. He adamantly refuses to wear shoes.

Personality:

• Sarcastic: Having lived several millennia, Twitch has developed a quick and often unappreciated wit. He can often come across as arrogant, but Twitch simply likes to poke fun. At one point, while in the library with a master, he lit up a cigarette out of boredom and took a drag. Shocked and appalled that he was smoking inside a public place, a librarian asked him "Is that a cigarette you're smoking??" to which Twitch calmly replied, his face quite serious, "No.. It's a chicken" His sarcasm his landed him in trouble on more occasions that he cares to recall, but he takes it in stride, chalking it up to "Humans just have no sense of humor".
  
  
• Charismatic: There is just something about his eyes and the way he smiles. When not being a total sass, he's eloquent and calm, speaking with age only betrayed by his eyes. His expressive nature can seem quite alluring, conveying so much in the slightest head nod or the narrowing of his eyes. It is, perhaps, his smile that draws people to him. His deep dulcet tones also add to the enchantment.
  
  
• Playful: Despite his age, he expresses himself with all the wide eyed wonderment and playfulness of a fledgling. Even though he has knowledge of everything, he deliberately forgets. It helps to make his tediously long life enjoyable by learning things all over again. This also lends to his somewhat innocent nature. He has never known a cruel master, giving him a child like optimistic view of Humans.
  
  
• Protective: When in the possession of a master or mistress, his is loyal until either they dismiss him or until their deaths. And he will fiercely do everything in his power to prevent either. Twitch is not normally a violent Marid, but when it comes to the safety of his owner, he can be quite cruel. He will use the assailant's own body against them, often making someone drown in their own saliva by causing the salivary glands to go into over drive. His other method of harm is to dehydrate someone by absorbing the water from their bodies.
  
  
• Fearless: There is not much that frightens Twitch. In the many long years of his life, he has seen and experienced too much to be afraid of it anymore. This can leave him to throw caution to the wind and do reckless things that would normally leave someone thinking that the Marid had a death wish. There is only one thing that truly terrifies him and that is the thought of losing his master or mistress.
  
  
• Cunning: This is a side of himself that he prefers not to reveal to others. But, beneath that calm and playful exterior is an intricate and calculating mind. Once does not live as long as he has without learning how to deal out the cards in his own favor. Twitch does not like to consider himself manipulative, but he knows how to twists words to make someone believe nearly anything.
  

History: What did it mean to be born? What was it that defined you? Your parentage? Your origin? What if you didn’t have those? Then.. What were you? This was something that this creature had posed to himself over the many millenia of his life. Something deep within himself knew what he was. He was of The Djinn. A powerful race that roamed the wilds of the untamed earth long before Human Kind. But everything had an origin, did it not? His brethren had been born of the eternal smokeless fires. He was different. He could feel it within his very core. The ebb and flow like water coursing through him, free and fluid. He had been born of the eternal waters.

His place of birth was nestled deep within a cavern that ran deep into the core of the earth. His mother was a spring of the purest water that had flowed into a river of Magma. It was their passionate and violent union that bore him. The water did not vaporize and fade, instead it twisted and flowed into the magma, an eternal union of the molten stone and water. At his core, rolling and boiling water.

He ascended from the deep caverns and found the surface, brilliant and blinding as the sun . Someone had been waiting for him at the surface. The nameless fledgling stood there as he was informed that his birth had been foretold and that he had much to learn. He was The Marid. Something new and strange. His caretaker was a pale eyed Drevnemi that had taken it upon herself to pull the fledgling into the fold of their kind.

The well spring from which he was born would later fall into myth and obscurity, only to later be called "The Fountain of Youth”.

His time under the Drevnemi's instruction was full of conflict. Halil was of the mindset that she could not rule and command him as he was not born as the others were. He often referred to the other djinn as reckless and wild. Fires that could only consume and destroy. Halil was smooth and calm, like a still lake. His unwavering calm seemed to unsettle the other djinn. Under that calm exterior was a self important and arrogant Marid that felt he was better than his brethren.

His arrogance had finally sparked a conflict between himself and the Drevnemi. Their battle raged for nearly ten years, each unable to best the other in strength or skills. She realized that she had taught him too well. He had become stronger than she had anticipated. Their battled would have continued on if not for an ancient Ifrit who had stepped in. This ifrit was different that any other ifrit Halil had encountered. His outward calm mirrored his own and Halil could not help but be drawn to him.

The Ifrit casually dismissed the Drevnemi and informed her that her services were no longer required. The Marid was no longer a fledgling and could obviously take care of himself. The Drevnemi coldly warned Halil that should he ever craft a fledgling of his own, a war would ignite, dividing their people. The Ifrit and The Marid ignored her warnings. After all, The way the ifrit saw it, Halil was his brother, whether born of fire or water. And there were strength in numbers.

But the calm would not last. Halil heard whispers that The Lord of the ifrits was planning to strike down and destroy the ummaar. Halil would not let him. To prevent the destruction of the weaker djinn, Halil crafted his fledgling. He did not possess the knowledge of how to truly extend himself and was only able to craft an amir. But his fledgling was very near to his likeness. Thick unruly ringlets of black hair and piercing dark eyes. And the color of energy from his nearly matched his own. While Halil's was a pale aqua color, his fledgling was a deep and beautiful teal. But he was unlike Halil. His core was still of the eternal smokeless fire. But the amir was calm and placid like water.

His fledgling had been born of compassion and the desire to protect. This trait remained with his fledgling. The Ummaar gathered behind their sole defenders against the onslaught of the Ifrits and The Shayteen. Many ummaar were lost in the battle, their ashes scattered across the sands. But with Halil and his unique grasp of the waters of eternity, many ifrit and shayteen were drowned, their fires smothered. The slaughter raged for nearly five thousand years before The Lord of The Ifrits withdrew, enraged by the Marid's interference.

Halil has had a rather odd collection of masters. Before the war of Solomon, he was found by a shepherd named Moses. Halil aided in turning the seas to blood and parting the Red Sea. Fast forward several centuries, he met a naturalist named Charles Darwin, and shortly after, a writer and philosopher named Samuel Clemons, better know as Mark Twain. It was Twain who had named the marid 'Sawyer' and he became the inspiration for many of Twain's books due to his playful and mischievous nature.

His most recent mistress is by far his favorite. He met her quite by accident but has never regretted it as he has become quite fond of her. The daring and spirited child took an elegant swan dive into the deep end of a pool. At first, he did nothing, thinking she would soon come to the surface. When she did not, he noticed that none of the adults who were meant to be keeping watch over their fledglings were paying attention as the little one drowned. He dove in and lifted her from the bottom of the pool and placed her on the ground and noticed she was not breathing. Gently placing his hand over her ribs, he swept his hand upwards towards her throat, forcing the water out. Along with chunks of whatever she had eaten moments before. She'd thrown up all over him and Halil simply smirked, patting her cheek and helped her to sit up.

The stubborn and flamboyant six year old insisted that she didnt need his help and that she'd meant to nearly drown herself. The smirk on his lips only deepened as he took a pendant from his neck and placed it on hers. It was a pale opalescent seashell on a silver chain. His lamp. Normally, a master or mistress had to 'find' the lamp to gain his services. But there was something about this little girl he was drawn to. He wanted her for his mistress. He could not explain why but nothing could sway him. He wanted her. He instructed her that should she ever need him, to give the shell a squeeze and he would be there for her.

The child rolled her eyes at him but still accepted the pendant. It was not until several days later when the child came to call on him. A appeared in her room and stared down at the child before kneeling down to match her height, or at least try to since he greatly towered over her and smiled asking her what she needed of him. Her request? An antidote to her boredom. He introduced himself as Halil but informed her that she could call him whatever she desired, his lips twitching into a smirk. It was the lip twitch that sealed his fate and settled him with the name 'Twitch'.

The girl introduced herself as David Charles Callahan and Twitch was immediately smitten with calling her Charlie due to his fondness for a previous master, Charles Darwin, whom he had also addressed as Charlie. Once he had become part of her life, it was like he had always been there. Like an older brother, returned from a long journey to dote on a little sister. Twitch decided it best if Charlie's parents did not know of his existence until she was older. After all, it would look most inappropriate for an '18 year old boy' to be best friends with a six year old girl.

Twitch felt a bit guilty when her parents insisted that he was simply a figment of Charlie's imagination. Her determined insistence that he was real and her severe gender confusion got her sent to a therapist when she was eight years old. She seemed to do well with the therapy for a few years until one day she came home and her demeanor had changed. His vibrant and cheerful Charlie was quiet and distant. They normally could talk about anything, but Charlie stubbornly refused to tell him what was bothering her. Twitch figured that perhaps she just needed her space and left her to her thoughts.

Charlie went to take a shower and Twitch felt a sudden twinge. She'd forgotten to take off his lamp before entering the water. It was a strange effect on him, akin to someone caressing an erogenous zone on his body. and hot water only intensified the feeling. Something was wrong because Charlie was usually so diligent about keeping his lamp out of water. But then he felt her hands tightly squeeze. She was calling to him, whether she realized it or not. If he had a heart to speak of it would have been pounding furiously as he flew up the stairs and to Charlie's room and found the bathroom door locked. Not bothering to use any special abilities to unlock it, he simply knocked the door off it's hinges and founds his young mistress submerged in the scalding bath water staring up blankly.

He pulled her up from the water and, again, found her not breathing. Like he had once before he clenched his fist against her chest and forced the water from her lungs. She stared up at him, bewildered and in shock. Try as he might, she seemed unable to speak to him. So, to comfort her the best way he knew how, he slipped into the water behind her and held him tightly in his arms, kissing the top of her head. Normally, she would roll her eyes and call him a 'wet dog' and make a crack about just being friends. Instead she turned in his arms and just cried against him.. They stayed like that until the water in the tub turned cold.

The years rolled by, and while Charlie never fully returned to being his bright and flamboyant mistress, she at least was not trying to drown herself anymore. When her parents separated and divorced, Twitch decided it was time to allow actually 'meet' her family in the flesh. He introduced himself as Halil and that he and Charlie were friends from school. He 'came to visit' often so that Charlie had an excuse to be out of the house when she needed to get away. Her parents got the misconception that the two of them were 'an item'. While David would roll her eyes in slight disgust, Twitch simply chuckled, neither confirming nor denying the 'relationship'.

The new lifestyle of living 6 months with one parental unit and 6 months with the other was an enjoyable change. Charlie's father and fallen in love with and married Charlie's therapist, Dr. 'Liam Ryce. And while the man was pleasant enough to be around, Twitch could not put his finger on it, but there was something about the way he would look at Charlie that made him uneasy. Charlie would tell him that he was being stupid and to calm down.

Charlie is now a spunky sixteen year old tom boy, and Twitch is still her ever faithful Marid.


Additional medical information: Unlike other djinn, As a Marid, Twitch is made of water, not fire. Allergic to salt, submerging his lamp in water acts as a powerful euphoric aphrodisiac. Hot water intensifies this reaction.

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