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Sex, Guns and Words: EXTRA: PROFILE; SANGO

A fame young genius, Sango utilizes every inch of the 3D printing technology to create a myriad of items. One in particular are the artificial limbs and organs collection. He is somewhat interested in human organs and how they could be replaced with artificial ones to continue living on in this God forsaken planet. Considering the death toll as well as injured individuals trying to survive in this planet, Sango continues on with his research of artificial limbs with the use of 3D printing.
Aside from his interest of artificial configuration, he is only in his teen-years, 15. Has a loving family of five, with three of them being older siblings. However, he did not inherit his parents genes as they are both normal working individuals. Perhaps, a struck of luck as Sango is the only one in the family to possess a high intellect.
Although he is a local in New Kuala Lumpur, people around him sees him otherwise because of his skin color. He shares the same bloodline as a black South African while his other half is Thai. Although he is being discriminated by others, his family always has his back especially his brothers who would always watch out for their younger brother.
Besides his siblings, his cousin Sam and Luna would also give out morale support whenever they’re back from university during semester break. Luna can see the greatness in him if he keeps inventing new stuff. Who knew that one day - one fateful day, he would be part of something bigger.
In his free, he has been creating a new or rather a pair of weapons called the Twins, Lightning and Thunder; a dual pistol. Weapons such as this is a norm in their current society, hence, why Sango can create them without the worries of the local authorities. It is still illegal to invent such a weapon but if it’s behind closed doors, then who would know, right?
Sango, the Inventor.


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