《Marooned With You》Just to clear up (a/n)
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Mayanka is from any Arabian countries. Nor is he an Arab.
Common misconception, yes, he may speak the language and the bastardized version of it called Vuzinian, but he is Arabic. He is a , which is a fictional country I made up and is considered an unofficial and globally unrecognized country in this universe.
Some may argue that he has Arabian features. In this book, he is described as a muscular, dark-skinned man with brilliant yellow irises, thick eyebrows, defined face shape and long, black hair. Arabians may have those features, but it is not confined to them only. Other parts of the world do have Mayanka's features.
I don't think yellow eyes are a strong indicator that he's Arab either. I don't even think brilliant yellow irises imply that he belongs to any race.
He is a Vuzinian who just so happened to have the women of Vuzinia force Vuzinian language (which is just Arabic mashed up languages such as Bahasa Melayu, Afrikaans, Tagalog etc etc but with Arabic as the base.) and official Arabic down his throat.
Just because he speaks the recognized language doesn't mean he is Arabian.
So, Mayanka is a Vuzinian who just happen to speak Arabic and Vuzinian. Where does he originally come from? I'm planning to keep that vague.
The reason why I'm doing this is because I don't want to potray any country or race in a VERY negative light.
Mayanka is SUPER screwed up along with his SUPER screwed up family. A gone case, no country/race/culture would or should accept him or his family.
Mayanka does not represent ANY country except Vuzinia, the messed up country he is born and raised in.
Same thing goes for religion, Mayanka DOES NOT practice any religion nor does he represent one. His deeds and morals are too disgusting to be accepted by any religion.
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He doesn't even represent Atheists either. He's just representing Mayanka, himself. A man having the misfortune to be brought up in such an environment, the product of his parents' and brother's abuse.
Same goes to all my other yandere characters. I may have mentioned that they have different racial roots (Eg, Vasilios and Lanette actually having some Arabian roots and a mix of others, Caecilius is half Indian etc etc), but they DO NOT represent the community. They're just a product of their bring up and environment, nothing to do with specific cultures or religion. I try not to stereotype any race.
It's just due to unfortunate circumstances that they're like that, that they're terrible people.
All races, cultures and religion are to be respected. It's inevitable that someone belonging to a community would do something that will tarnish its' image, but that one person DOES NOT represent EVERYONE in that community.
Even if Mayanka was really Arabic, he DOES NOT represent the entire community. But to avoid conflict, (because he is an irredeemable yandere with a LOT of things on his tab and my readers might accuse me of painting Arabs in a bad light.) I decided that he's a Vuzinian, a fictional human race that has such atrocity as their norms.
Thank you for reading.
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