birthdate: December 21, 1990 | 31 | Sagittarius  â Gemini âž Aquarius â
gender identification: cismale
preferred pronouns: he / him
sexual orientation: bisexual
marital status: single
residential area: Kitsilano
occupation: Reiki Master and clerk at the townâs metaphysical shop
religion: spiritual
tattoo(s): a LOT
piercing(s): 7
two positive traits: Non-Judgemental, Social
two negative traits: Indulgent, Flakey
length of time in Vancouver: birth - 15 years old + 6 months (recently returned)
faceclaim: Avan Jogia
BIOGRAPHY â
Trigger warnings: homophobia, drug use, sex, blackmail, divorce, affair
On the first day of winter in 1990, the Acharyaâs welcomed their only child. A son, much to the delight of the Acharyâs family patriarch. A boy to be raised in his fatherâs image, and to take over the family medical practice. Â Jayesh was everything his father couldâve ever wanted, until he was everything but. Despite this, Jayeshâs mother always loved him. Often times, throughout his life, he thought she was the only parent who did.
Rebellion started early in life. Jay, as he preferred to be called after his first few months in school, showed interested in many things. None of which checked his fatherâs boxes of med school or taking over as Vancouverâs third Doctor Acharya. No, Jay had little interest in carrying on his father or grandfatherâs legacy and started cutting school in the fourth grade. He hated it, he said. He never learned anything. At least, not anything he wanted to learn.
When his motherâs brother moved to town in his eighth grade year, Jay found the role model heâd always been seeking. His uncle a free-spirited man with no mind for his fatherâs ideals or money. He was beyond the bounds of proper society, and Jay loved him. The older man while not his father became that figure in every way that mattered. Which drove Jayâs real father mad to the point of blackmail and forced his uncle to leave town.
The resentment a young Jayesh felt towards his father only grew, and before the end of ninth grade he was in Dr. Acharyâs words â uncontrollable. While the skipping school, sex, and casual drug use wasnât enough to completely unhinge his father, bringing home a boyfriend was. By the Monday following his schoolâs Friday night dance his father was already talking military school, but his mother begged on his behalf and they settled on boarding school instead. His mother would lose her baby, but he could still visit. On long weekends, holidays, and summer break. Which he did, until he (barely) graduated.
A collegiate academic experience was never in the cards for Jay. Much like his uncle. After three months of training in his home country of Canada, Jay spent the better part of ten years volunteering in the peace corps where life was his greatest teacher, and a boy became a man. A man who did study medicine but not Western methodologies like his father and his father before him. No, Jay studied healings methods of the Eastern world and found faith for the first time in spiritualism.
While Jayâs relationship with his mother stayed strong over the years, time only drove a wedge further between the man and his father. After his parents split up at the start of 2022, he stopped speaking to him all together. His dad moved out of the family house in Kitsilano and into an apartment near his practice with a girlfriend closer to Jayâs age than his popâs. A reality that left his mom a little shaken, and heâs more than happy to be around while she adjusts. For as long as Vancouver can hold him, heâll stay â he says.
HEADCANONS â
Jay moved back home and into his mommaâs house in Kitsilano.
Jay works at the metaphysical store in town and offers reiki, tarot readings and other forms of divination.
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âStop calling me that.â Nicknames of any sort were reserved for friends or family or both, and Jay didnât fit any of the those categories anymore. In fact, he was an ex without actually becoming an ex. They never dated, not officially anyway, but there was something between them that hinged on an almost relationship. There were feelings involved, real romantic feelings that were put to bed the moment Daniel realized Jay had ghosted him without a word.
It seemed Jay had started a trend at the ripe age of fifteen, as much of Danielâs quote - on - quote relationships after that, transpired much the same way. They would start hot and heavy for awhile and then all of a sudden ⌠fizzle down to radio silence. By now, Danielâs gotten used to it and rarely took offense. Monogamy was not for him anyway. However, it was different with Jay. Unexplainable. Something Daniel himself didnât want to unpack on one of his favorite holidays, lest the other ruin that for him now, too.
âThanks,â he retorts, followed by a snort that radiated annoyance and disbelief. It was almost a little insulting to chalk Danielâs obvious vexation up to hunger as opposed to the truth and what really happened. The truth being that, Jay left him in state of confused limbo. Sure maybe, Dan had no right to be pissed about it. Can you ever truly miss something that was never technically yours to begin with? Maybe not. But alas âŚ. âBut, I think Iâll pass. I should probably work on my failed business ventures if I wanna make my rent. Iâm sure thereâs someone else around here who would tolerate sharing their caramel apple with you. Good luck.â @jayesh-acharyaâ
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The way Daniel was acting felt entirely out of pocket. Now, Jayesh would admit, he wasnât the best at picking up on subtle nuisances. Especially when it came to implicating his own behavior. Behavior that, if either of them could actually have a serious conversation about, wasnât entirely Jayâs fault. For them, hindsight would certainly be twenty-twenty.
âFine, Daniel. Or would you prefer your name in its entirety, Daniel Fuchs? Or perhaps..â At this point, Jay was just being an asshole. Matching his energy with whatever stick up the ass vibe Daniel had going on. â..Mr. Fuchs? Does that do it for you?â
When Daniel passed on his invitation Jayesh held up his hands in surrender. He realized heâd been right all those years ago to let Daniel go after boarding school. There was no way he cared for him then, if this is how he acted now. Maybe, he even hated him. Jayesh would understand because he hated himself, too. So did his dad, and every other man in his family who saw Jay as the the one who would never measure up. Who would never been all that he was supposed to be but that (foolishly) dared simply to be just who he was.
âIf you must go..â He gestured towards a crowd of people up the way. â..youâve always been free with me.â
Sometimes you could see a wreck about to happen and it didnât matter how hard you tried to avoid it, it was bound to happen. Matt had shifted right, then left and even spoke up but the guy in shades still slammed into his chest.
A chuckle and then a shake of his head, amused at the reaction. âMaybe once or twice,â he responded. âThat wouldâve been my grandfather,â Matt nodded, âand he wasnât nearly as tall.â
It was anyoneâs guess where he and Finn got their height from.
âAnyone ever tell you that sunglasses in a dimly lit room does not make for good optics?â / @jayesh-acharyaâ
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âMaybeeee..â Jay mused as the stars around his vision faded. âOle grand pops lookinâ out for ya, I see... well, he saw ...long before your time.. and must be a wise man..â Or a damned one, Jayesh thought. For those inclined to hear the fatesâ prophecies often wound up on the downside of the sisters. One could not know too much and live; happily that was.Â
A chortled laugh caught in Jayâs throat. He patted the taller man on the arm and looked him dead in the eyes. Of course, he had to look up. âPeople love them man. I mean the glasses... theyâre... provocative.âÂ
What compelled him to remove the frames from his head, Jayesh would never understand. The rose colored shades were one of his favorite pair, but something inside told Jay the tall stranger needed them more. âHere you go man, give âem a try. Go...â His dark eyes squinted through the crowd of patrons until they landed on a beautiful, brunette woman ( @islachastainâ) with legs for days and days and days. â...talk to her. See what I mean.â
Being high was a distant enough memory for her, one she really couldnât remember most of the time, that she had some trouble following what he was saying. She was completely certain, at some point in her life, she wouldâve responded to any of that with a âyeah, man.â
That day was not today. She wasnât really sure how to respond as the present version of herself â present in a couple of ways, actually. She was both physically and mentally aware, staying in the moment a practice sheâd taken a long time to embrace. She couldâve disagreed about when pumpkins started to smell pleasant, for example.
âWell, if Iâm a projection, my projected self is enjoying this more than whatever I am projected from is enjoying sitting in a chair or a tank or as a soul on a different plane,â she eventually countered.  âAt least here, I can touch a pumpkin or a flower.âÂ
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âHow do you know?â He interjected. âIf you canât perceive what else is happening to your unprojected self? How do you know this is better? Like.... what if weâre on a bad trip, and real life is paradise... but weâre here, in a hell scape, where...â Bad shit happened to good fucking people. Jayesh quickly realized where his thoughts were going. On a downward spiral of self doubt and misery. He diverted the train with a hard pull from his dab pen.
When he started to cough, he couldnât stop. He thought sitting up might helped but struggled to get vertical as he gasped for air. It was a pretty dramatic affair, but once he got upright he seemed okay. His dark eyes glowed red in all the parts meant to be white, and his throat screamed, but the bad thoughts were pushed down.Â
âSorry,â He finally managed. âdid you want this?â Again, Jay offered up weed.
Hazal taps her fingers against the rim of her glass, glancing over at the brunette sitting on the stool next to her, arching a brow at his words. Itâs hard to hold back the curve of her lips forming into a smirk as she lets her eyes lift up towards his. âThey call it that for a reason. Itâs got sour mix, gin, vodka, tequila, rum with sprite.â She smirks as she leans her arms against the surface, turning her head to the bartender. âWeâre going to get two Adios Motherfuckers⌠on my tab.â She glances over at the man next to her. âYou can get the next one,â she raises her hand up towards the side of her head. âHopefully you didnât bring your car here tonight.â
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There were a lot of things in life that Jayesh had done that others might call misguided. He never really took a warning sign as a warning sign, rather, as a challenge to defy what others feared. So, Adios Motherfucker didnât sound like caution to him, but the start of an adventure. âYou know why they call the worm at the bottom of some tequila a worm? Because it is a worm, but I donât recommend eating it. I mean, you can... but I donât think Iâve really been right sense..â It was, mostly, unrelated to what Hazal was talking about. Jayâs mind just worked that way, branching off into random subjects based on a hair thin prompt. âBuying me a drink and I donât even know your name..â A hum resonated in his throat. â..well, Iâm Jay and I did drive here tonight, but I know big Rhonda outside will get me home just fine.â Big Rhonda was Jayâs momâs white range rover. The only vehicle he had to speak of.
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The bar was crowded. Jayesh could barely make his way through the throng of people. With every turn he bumped into someone, mumbling a quiet apology, as he continued to push towards the bar. Til, he ran into a familiar face. Older now than the last time heâd seen it in highschool, but still as pretty as heâd remembered.Â
âEva Morales.â His grin swept the length of Jayâs jaw. âThe best treat all Halloween.â
She saw the man laying on the ground and was tempted to kick him and make sure he was still alive and able to form a protest, but that didnât seem the kindest course, to be sure. She flashed to a potential future moment where sheâd just kicked someone who was having a medical issue and immediately decided to keep her toes to herself.Â
Good thing, too, because he opened his eyes soon enough. Had she done that and he was fine, well, it wouldâve been difficult to explain at best. Plus, if she was reading the signs correctly, he wasnât entirely sober.Â
âHey there,â she echoed at him.  âJust making sure youâre still with us in at least a physical sense. I assume this gig is not your vibe?âÂ
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The act of sitting up was a task Jay could not be bothered to attempt. He carried on conversation, sprawled out amongst the pumpkins. âAre any of us here in a physical sense? You know... we could be projections, right now, and we wouldnât even know. This could be the straight up Matrix, and how are any of us to know the difference, you know? Which is why I say being is fluid. I am and I am not always and never present.â
A tangent that didnât stop Jayâs tongue from wagging.
âDo I look like the kind of guy who would call a pumpkin patch his vibe? I mean, no offense to pumpkins but they donât even smell good unless you cook them. Now flowers? They smell good. And even better, some flowers, you can smoke.â
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