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•  name / alias : porsche.

•  age  :  twenty five.

•  pronouns  :  he him.

•  sexuality  : homosexual.

• \date of birth  :  august 24th.

• \occupation  : bartender.

Freckles, a bright smile and two crescent moons that can leave any person in awe. Those were some words that could describe the bartender. A personality as bright as the sun, a sunshine - if you will, and a good mood that never seems to come to an end. A magnet for trouble, people and situations that are... questionable, to say the least, sometimes. Loving, tender, sweet and funny. Constantly touching his close friends as it's his main love language.

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Family
Motherㅤ	Deceased.
Fatherㅤ	Deceased.
Younger Brotherㅤ	Porchay.
Maternal figure	Yok.

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Porsche and his brother, Porchay, lost their parents at a very young age, in a traumatic way for both, but especially for the older brother. Porchay was only five years old and Porsche was ten years old when their parents had been murdered by someone he did not know. The only thing he remembered about it was his mother asking him to hide his brother and hide himself, keep their both safe - and that’s what he did; Always a good boy for his parents. Through a crack on the place Porsche had hidden, he had watched how the unknown man had argued with his parents, not long after the sounds of gunshots and the sound of lifeless bodies hitting the ground. Those were the only things his little mind had not erased from his memory. If someone asked how they had asked and reached for help, how things progressed… He would not be able to give a proper answer.
An “uncle” who offered to take care of the brothers were the only things they had left - even if the man would often make more and more debts with bad people, leading for those guys to often look for the man at their house, threatening that if they did not pay what their uncle owed then all of them would pay with their lives. And somehow the older brother always managed to find a way to pay. By the age of sixteen, he had decided that things need to change. Would change. He would put an end to that situation. He had a brother to keep safe and protect. And was with that resolution in mind that he offered some of money their family owned to their uncle, the promise that he could have the money as long as he never got close to the brothers again. That he would keep his dirty business and debts to himself. And the man? He did not think twice. Next day, he was gone. As if they had never met before.Too young to find a proper job - one that would pay well enough, at least - Porsche found a way to make money in a not really… legal way. Underground fights. Boxing. And surprisingly, as the months went by he realized he was actually quite good at it. Yes, he did get some bad bruises like a black eye, a busted lip or even his nose bleeding sometimes, but most fights his opponents were in a much worse state. The money he got with the fights were good; better than he had expected at least. As Porsche started to become one of the favorites during those fights, the amount they would pay also increased. Not enough that he would be able to go crazy and buy anything he wanted just out of greed, but good enough that he was able to afford his own things and his brother’s things too without feeling too worried. And it was doing this that people started calling him “ The Phoenix “ as the years passed. There, he was not Porsche, no. He was “The Phoenix”. As he would often pretend he was tired, losing the fight only to rise again like a real phoenix and end his opponent without any trouble. And the boxer? He loved the alias. So much that when he was older he got a black phoenix tattoo on his shoulder - back. Something he was really proud of.After one of those fights, sitting in front of a bar with a busted lip and a bleeding eyebrow Porsche saw a woman approaching. She had asked him what had happened and offered to take care of his lip and eyebrow. Her name was Yok. And they talked for hours until she offered him a position there. Bartender. That’s how his life changed completely.
It was while working there that he met a man someday, and his mistake had been too friendly and helped him escape from some guys. Little did the bartender know, that’s where his living hell would start. The man was no one less than the heir of a mafia family. And from that moment onwards, his life was in that man’s hand - and also his brother’s. His job was simple. Be his new bodyguard. But the theory was easier than the reality. Porsche hated his job. Hated those people. But he had endured everything for his brother, to keep him safe. He had been drugged, abused, played with, fooled and nearly killed. But he had to be strong for his brother, always for him. They only had each other after all. His last straw was finding out that those people - that awful family - were their cousins. And the one who had killed his parents? The head of the family. An offer to become the leader of the minor family came his way; but how could he when he knew the truth about that family? About everything they did? They were responsible for it? No, he could never accept. And after an honest talk and after an year and a couple of months, he finally found himself free from that hell. Porsche went back to his previous job as a bartender, trying to live normally. His boss, Yok, someone who had become like a mother to him saw the bartender struggling. Memories, traumas, fears… It was all to much. And that’s how she gave him the idea to move. Get his brother and move. Start anew somewhere else, somewhere he had never went before. She followed, of course. And his journey in a new country had begun.

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