Namazu
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BASICS
Full Name: Tigran Davit Barsamiam
Nickname: Tigran, Tig
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Prostitute
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Broadway actor and singer
Birthplace: New York City, New York
APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Mena Massoud
Details: 5'11", dark brown eyes, black hair
Description: Lean with a dancer's build, Tigran is pretty fit. It takes no small amount of good health to spend the hours he did on stage all while singing or saying his lines. He's good at cardio-heavy activities and has a pretty good endurance. It likely isn't obvious, but he's decently strong. A voice like warm honey, he has a subtle New York accent and has worked very hard to make sure he doesn't sound "foreign" like his parents. If angered, scared, or hurt, he might slip into it. He tries to keep his hair and short beard in as perfect condition as he can, as long as he has the supplies to do it.
Clothes: Tigran prefers the finest he can get - designer clothes all the way, even underwear. He's had to downgrade significantly since the dead rose though, and now he wears whatever Temma manages to get for him... or whatever he can get from other Samaritans in exchange for "favors". He still prefers clothes that are flashy and avant-garde if he can get them... but truth be told, this is Ohio, podunk nowhere, and he's hunkered down in a prison. Anything that fits and is clean, he'll take. He has two pairs of suits he tailored himself that he is damn proud of, and a collection of ties.
Notable Details: Left ear is pierced with a single stud. It's a real diamond, too - no fake stuff for him.
PERSONALITY
A compulsive liar, narcassistic, and as vain as they come, its no wonder Tigran flourished in the attention that theatre gave him. As long as he's getting attention from someone, he's happy - and even happier if that someone can benefit him, somehow. Tig hands out compliments like candy, but most are insincere. He's shallow and self-centered, and has never had a reason to be anything different. Focusing on survival has only made him worse, not better.
Truth be told he doesn't really mind working for Temma. She treats him well as long as he pulls his weight and doesn't mess anything up. He thought he'd get tired of the "work" quickly, but as it turns out below allowed to hang around and look good all day is right up his alley. Everyone knows better than to get too rough with Temma's people.
Likes: Attention/compliments, acting, singing, physical intimacy, running (as a workout, not while in fear for his life)
Dislikes: Being alone, being dirty/filthy for too long, fighting, the smell of cigarette smoke, the outdoors
Motivations: Comfort, protection, avoiding hard work he doesn't want to do
Fears: Being left on his own again
Habits: Drinking
HISTORY
Tigran was born to Armenian immigrants in NYC. On the surface it makes for a great rags-to-riches rise to fame story: The son of immigrants, scraping together money a little at a time, his talent being discovered at a local community theatre, and a fortuitious slingshot into stardom.
The reality is a lot less heartwarming. Tig is indeed a second-gen Armenian and while growing up he often felt the weight of his difference bearing down on his shoulders - but his family didn't struggle at all, and his rise to fame was hardly a stroke of luck. Tig's father was a wealthy businessman and his mother had important connections in global charities. Moving to New York was a business decision, first and foremost. Tigran attended private schools, received private lessons in singing and piano, and was in theatre and dance classes from a young age. Broadway musicals were where he really shone, and he absolutely thrived in the attention and adoration it garnered him.
A graduate of Juilliard, Tigran landed his first acting role before the ink was even dry on his dipoloma. He later landed the starring role of Aladdin in a musical rendition of the Disney tale, which was a hit in theatres. While it might not have earned him quite as much money as a movie would (though it was nothign to laugh at, and to be fair, he had his sights set on the big screen for someday in the future), the amount of attention it earned him in theatre circles was nothing to bat an eyelash at. He had a lot of fans and groupies tripping over themselves to join his inner circle - but he also stepped on a lot of people to get there. Tigran was no stranger to politics, manuvering, backstabbing, or lying to get where he wanted to be.
JOINING THE SAMARITANS
Tigran was on tour with his theatre group, set to perform at a venue in Cincinnati, when the dead decided to walk again. The city was chaos, and they knew they'd last longer if they got out and hit the road again. The upside to traveling with a bunch of actors, artists, designers, and technicians is that they were an incredibly resourceful and quick-thinking bunch. The downside is none of them were really prepared for a situation where they were surviving on the road, out of the city, in a horrifying situation like this. None of them were fighters, either. Sure, they'd all done mock battle scenes on stage, and those techs were strong guys from lifting all that equipment, but none of that was the same as actually having to fight off a person - living or dead.
The group dwindled a little at a time. A death here and there, an argument leading to someone stomping off, a severe injury that meant the end of the line for that person, another person deciding to look for family elsewhere, and sometimes people just went missing overnight. Finally, it was down to Tigran and his understudy, Edward. The two never got along - Edward resented being only an understudy, and Tigran was keenly aware of all the ways Edward tried to sully his good name among others. After one particularly heated argument about the last of the food, Edward tried to shoot Tigran. He missed, Tigran beat the gun out of his understudy's hand, and shot Edward in turn. He didn't feel bad about it, either.
Tigran was cornered by Samaritans who were looting a house he had hunkered down in for the night. The Samaritans saw an opportunity, rather than someone to dispose of, and took him back to Lincoln. Rather than play tough-guy and be put on a job that would put him in the line of danger, Tigran decided to play another role that seemed safer: Just a simple mailman, new to the area and the route, no idea where anything is - and never shot a gun before all this, honest-to-God truth.
What was the chance that any of these lunkheads had ever seen a live musical performed on stage? Slim to none.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Presumed dead, back in NYC - unless they had the means and connections to get somewhere safe.
Weston Jones, Second in Command: Tigran has to admit he was surprised that of all the Samaritans to request his "time and services", Weston was one of them. Not a damn thing about Weston made him think the man was interested in guys in that way. Not that Weston was the only one, mind you, but the others... they kept it a secret. A very closely held secret. Tigran could see over time how Weston came to accept that's just what he was. In any other circumstance, Tigran might have been proud of him. But now? All he saw was an opportunity. Sure, Weston wasn't a terrible person to spend his time with - he wasn't into anything weird and wasn't violent - and it was admittedly fun. But, survival first, feelings second.
Full Name: Tigran Davit Barsamiam
Nickname: Tigran, Tig
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Affiliation: Samaritans
Role: Prostitute
Pre-Apocalypse Employment: Broadway actor and singer
Birthplace: New York City, New York
APPEARANCE & STYLE
Face Claim: Mena Massoud
Details: 5'11", dark brown eyes, black hair
Description: Lean with a dancer's build, Tigran is pretty fit. It takes no small amount of good health to spend the hours he did on stage all while singing or saying his lines. He's good at cardio-heavy activities and has a pretty good endurance. It likely isn't obvious, but he's decently strong. A voice like warm honey, he has a subtle New York accent and has worked very hard to make sure he doesn't sound "foreign" like his parents. If angered, scared, or hurt, he might slip into it. He tries to keep his hair and short beard in as perfect condition as he can, as long as he has the supplies to do it.
Clothes: Tigran prefers the finest he can get - designer clothes all the way, even underwear. He's had to downgrade significantly since the dead rose though, and now he wears whatever Temma manages to get for him... or whatever he can get from other Samaritans in exchange for "favors". He still prefers clothes that are flashy and avant-garde if he can get them... but truth be told, this is Ohio, podunk nowhere, and he's hunkered down in a prison. Anything that fits and is clean, he'll take. He has two pairs of suits he tailored himself that he is damn proud of, and a collection of ties.
Notable Details: Left ear is pierced with a single stud. It's a real diamond, too - no fake stuff for him.
PERSONALITY
A compulsive liar, narcassistic, and as vain as they come, its no wonder Tigran flourished in the attention that theatre gave him. As long as he's getting attention from someone, he's happy - and even happier if that someone can benefit him, somehow. Tig hands out compliments like candy, but most are insincere. He's shallow and self-centered, and has never had a reason to be anything different. Focusing on survival has only made him worse, not better.
Truth be told he doesn't really mind working for Temma. She treats him well as long as he pulls his weight and doesn't mess anything up. He thought he'd get tired of the "work" quickly, but as it turns out below allowed to hang around and look good all day is right up his alley. Everyone knows better than to get too rough with Temma's people.
Likes: Attention/compliments, acting, singing, physical intimacy, running (as a workout, not while in fear for his life)
Dislikes: Being alone, being dirty/filthy for too long, fighting, the smell of cigarette smoke, the outdoors
Motivations: Comfort, protection, avoiding hard work he doesn't want to do
Fears: Being left on his own again
Habits: Drinking
HISTORY
Tigran was born to Armenian immigrants in NYC. On the surface it makes for a great rags-to-riches rise to fame story: The son of immigrants, scraping together money a little at a time, his talent being discovered at a local community theatre, and a fortuitious slingshot into stardom.
The reality is a lot less heartwarming. Tig is indeed a second-gen Armenian and while growing up he often felt the weight of his difference bearing down on his shoulders - but his family didn't struggle at all, and his rise to fame was hardly a stroke of luck. Tig's father was a wealthy businessman and his mother had important connections in global charities. Moving to New York was a business decision, first and foremost. Tigran attended private schools, received private lessons in singing and piano, and was in theatre and dance classes from a young age. Broadway musicals were where he really shone, and he absolutely thrived in the attention and adoration it garnered him.
A graduate of Juilliard, Tigran landed his first acting role before the ink was even dry on his dipoloma. He later landed the starring role of Aladdin in a musical rendition of the Disney tale, which was a hit in theatres. While it might not have earned him quite as much money as a movie would (though it was nothign to laugh at, and to be fair, he had his sights set on the big screen for someday in the future), the amount of attention it earned him in theatre circles was nothing to bat an eyelash at. He had a lot of fans and groupies tripping over themselves to join his inner circle - but he also stepped on a lot of people to get there. Tigran was no stranger to politics, manuvering, backstabbing, or lying to get where he wanted to be.
JOINING THE SAMARITANS
Tigran was on tour with his theatre group, set to perform at a venue in Cincinnati, when the dead decided to walk again. The city was chaos, and they knew they'd last longer if they got out and hit the road again. The upside to traveling with a bunch of actors, artists, designers, and technicians is that they were an incredibly resourceful and quick-thinking bunch. The downside is none of them were really prepared for a situation where they were surviving on the road, out of the city, in a horrifying situation like this. None of them were fighters, either. Sure, they'd all done mock battle scenes on stage, and those techs were strong guys from lifting all that equipment, but none of that was the same as actually having to fight off a person - living or dead.
The group dwindled a little at a time. A death here and there, an argument leading to someone stomping off, a severe injury that meant the end of the line for that person, another person deciding to look for family elsewhere, and sometimes people just went missing overnight. Finally, it was down to Tigran and his understudy, Edward. The two never got along - Edward resented being only an understudy, and Tigran was keenly aware of all the ways Edward tried to sully his good name among others. After one particularly heated argument about the last of the food, Edward tried to shoot Tigran. He missed, Tigran beat the gun out of his understudy's hand, and shot Edward in turn. He didn't feel bad about it, either.
Tigran was cornered by Samaritans who were looting a house he had hunkered down in for the night. The Samaritans saw an opportunity, rather than someone to dispose of, and took him back to Lincoln. Rather than play tough-guy and be put on a job that would put him in the line of danger, Tigran decided to play another role that seemed safer: Just a simple mailman, new to the area and the route, no idea where anything is - and never shot a gun before all this, honest-to-God truth.
What was the chance that any of these lunkheads had ever seen a live musical performed on stage? Slim to none.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Presumed dead, back in NYC - unless they had the means and connections to get somewhere safe.
Weston Jones, Second in Command: Tigran has to admit he was surprised that of all the Samaritans to request his "time and services", Weston was one of them. Not a damn thing about Weston made him think the man was interested in guys in that way. Not that Weston was the only one, mind you, but the others... they kept it a secret. A very closely held secret. Tigran could see over time how Weston came to accept that's just what he was. In any other circumstance, Tigran might have been proud of him. But now? All he saw was an opportunity. Sure, Weston wasn't a terrible person to spend his time with - he wasn't into anything weird and wasn't violent - and it was admittedly fun. But, survival first, feelings second.
