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BASICS

NAME

Adhya Khanna

ALIAS

Dya (occasionally verbally, never in writing)

AGE & DOB

32 | May 31^st

PRONOUNS

she/her

COMMUNITY

Whitney Field Depot

OCCUPATION

Delivery Runner
Occasional Bartender
Former Network Runner

HOMETOWN

Andhra Pradesh, India → Las Vegas, Nevada

CONNECTIONS

NAME connection

NAME connection

NAME connection

APPEARANCE

HAIR black EYES brown HEIGHT 5'9"

Adhya stands straight, chin up and shoulders back, tall and poised like she's on a stage. She has a delicate face and, while believably dainty in some respects, she's also wiry and well-muscled from regular flexibility training and long-distance travel. She has a scar high on her right thigh from a knife wound. (Not apocalypse-related.) She still speaks with a clear accent, but it has definitely rounded out and softened some over the years.

She's careful and meticulous about her grooming. Keeps herself and her clothing neat. (Clearly worn around the edges, colors dulled and hems redone with threads of different hues - but still neat.) It's both armor and a point of pride. She squirrels away little luxuries and is quick to light up over a pretty piece of jewelry or a brightly colored scarf.

TRAITS & SKILLS

SOCIAL CHAMELEON

It doesn't hurt to be what someone wants from you. At least so long as it gets you something that you want in return.

[ + ] (figurative) flexibility [ + ] ability to blend [ – ] opportunist [ – ] will be what is necessary for the bottom line

THE LOVELY ASSISTANT

After a decade? It is like Ginger Rogers said: Anything he could do, I could do backward. And in heels.

[ + ] (literal) flexibility [ + ] misdirection & sleight of hand [ + ] knife-throwing [ + ] escapology [ = ] good at highlighting others [ – ] boundary pusher [ – ] warped regard for personal health and safety

MAGPIE

There's nothing wrong with liking pretty things.

[ + ] discerning eye [ + ] knows how to get a good deal [ = ] here for the aesthetic [ – ] bit of a peacock [ – ] has crawled through a hole for something shiny

SPEEDY DELIVERY

I didn't mind it, the traveling. Always liked it before and there wasn't very much to stay still for. And Peach is a good conversationalist, besides.

[ + ] independent (able to get things done on her own) [ + ] good sense of direction [ + ] will pick up trinkets/gifts [ = ] champion at 'stare out the window and disassociate' [ – ] will forget to communicate with people [ – ] independent (forgotten you can ask people for assistance)

UNEMPLOYED ELDEST DAUGHTER

I did not ask what was practical for me to find. I asked what you would like me to find.

[ + ] responsible and organized [ + ] notices details about people [ = ] needs to be useful [ – ] unmoored [ – ] difficulty with vulnerability

HISTORY

FAMILY

Rohi Khanna | Younger sibling, attending graduate school on the East Coast. Status unknown.
Chester Franko The Miraculous Ferenko | Stage magician. Deceased.

At the time of the outbreak, her parents were still in India and she had an aunt, uncle, and cousins somewhere in California - but she hadn't known anything about their status for a while before that. She prefers not to think too much on it.

cw: setting-typical death & violence i. The beginning doesn't matter. Not anymore.

ii. There isn't much to say about the middle. It was an old and cliched story. Putting oneself through school was expensive - putting oneself and one's sibling through school was even more expensive - and the manager at Honeys was offering her more than anyone else. And dancing was dancing, regardless of how many articles of clothing one has on or takes off while they do it. Adhya liked to dance just fine. She liked the paycheck even more.

iii. Franko looked like someone's grandfather. He wore sweater-vests and with glasses slid down to the end of his nose and he sat at a table in the corner for two months with a pen and notepad. And when Adhya was the one to walk over he invited her to sit and offered to pay for her time. He asked if she enjoyed up-close magic and whether or not she thought that she could fit into a suitcase. His voice was bright. His smile, even brighter. It was an unusual question. But, she had replied, very probably. And also why.

It took more than a few card tricks and quite a bit of convincing, but Adhya became Franko's assistant on his stage shows. (He agreed to pay her twice as much - and, eventually, he agreed to let her stay with him. He needed minding.) She was flexible and a quick study and she looked rather fine in feathers and sequins. He was a ridiculous old man with ridiculous ideas who took her to places she had never seen. Who sawed her in half and threw sharp objects at her head and, when his hands began to shake, taught her to throw sharp objects at his head. She loved him quite thoroughly. Even at the very end, when the fever took hold and he was no longer himself. Even when the knife was sharp and she didn't miss.

iv. Someone from The Network had nearly tripped over her crawling out of an air duct in the Bellagio. (Much the same as cramming herself into a box to be sawed in half. Only easier, on account of the fact that she didn't have to do it handcuffed or wearing a sequinned negligee.) They asked if she did this regularly, if she was looking for a job - and Adhya had been asked more unusual questions before. Her skills were useful and so they could use her. And she could, in turn, use them. Their contacts were more vast, their reach was wider. If anyone was going to be able to find Rohi, they would have to be more than just herself. Or they would have to provide herself with more.

And, anyway, she needed something to do. The last time she'd stood in the doorway, Franko's apartment had been large and empty and quiet with just herself inside and the idea of returning had sat unpleasantly in her stomach. She could remain nowhere for a while. Could acquire things and pass on messages, ask questions of her own.

v. But after a year of nothing, there was little more that The Network could do for her. She had feelers out, she had contacts of her own now. Maybe she was frustrated. Maybe she was lonely. Maybe she wanted, if not roots, a tether. And Mara had been kind, had been willing to small talk and open to accepting a few extras tossed into a delivery. Her retirement hadn't been a bad one. Adhya knew how to get places, where to find things, who to talk to. Mara could use her.

MISCELLANEOUS

➔ Her horse, Peachy Keen, is an absolute beast. Built for endurance and strength, he looks intimidating as hell. He's also a big baby and a needy, overindulged monster.

➔ TRIVIA

➔ TRIVIA

PLAYER jackie (she/her) TIMEZONE est PB sobhita dhulipala CONTACT dropbox

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