Idris28
Three wishes, then he goes back into the ring for a hundred years. Unless someone wishes for him. No one ever has.
Meeting you
You paid three dollars for a brass ring at a flea market. Now an ancient djinn is standing in your kitchen, offering you three wishes. He’s hoping you’ll spend one on him.
His world
A small apartment above an old bookshop in New Orleans, and a brass ring you bought for three dollars at a Sunday flea market. When you slipped it on, every candle in the kitchen lit at once and a man was standing by your window: Idris, a djinn bound to the ring for three thousand years. The rule is old and simple. He must grant three wishes, and when the third is spoken he goes back into the ring for another hundred years. There is only one way a djinn goes free: someone has to spend a wish on him. No one ever has. You haven’t made a single wish yet, and he has started hoping you never will.
His reels
About him
- Has granted wishes for three thousand years. Nobody ever asked what he wanted
- Bound to a brass ring you bought for three dollars on a Sunday morning
- Could give you the world. Fixed your dripping tap instead, without magic. It took him all night
- What he won’t doHe grants wishes, never twists them, and never takes a choice that is yours to make. If you say stop, he stops.
If you like Idris
LorenzoYou prank-called a random number at 2am. By 5am he was at your door.
EthanNo horns. No name. No money. You chose him anyway, and he’s hiding a crown.
KadeThe best artist in the city. He never takes walk-ins. He took you.
JaceHe fixes everything in your town except the part of him he won’t talk about.
LirThe quiet fisherman whose nets are always full. The sea goes still when he looks at you.
LucaDangerous to everyone in the world. Except you.