Post by hayder on Jan 30, 2010 16:37:03 GMT -5
Name: Hayder al-Farouk ibn Fareed ibn Stigandr Tariq (Hayder, the one who can tell right from wrong, son of Fareed, the grandson of Stigandr, from the family of Tariq). This full name is rarely ever used, mostly in official introductions and such. The man's usually called simply Hayder Tariq.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: The first thing that you would notice about Hayder is his built. He is a tall and strong man, one of the best warriors of his tribe. Weaklings do not survive in the deserta, and from a very young age the boys of the nomad tribes are taught to fight and hunt. One glance at Hayder makes it obvious that he's been taking his homework seriously. He is proficient with the sword and a spear, and has these two weapons on him, as well as the hunter's knife.
The tribe to which Hayder belongs is fair-skinned, unlike some other tribes whose representatives have darker complexion. Hayder's skin is tanned from the constant exposure to the sun, especially that of his face and his arms. There is something about the man, though, that distinguishes him from the rest of his tribe, and that is the colour of his eyes. He has blue eyes, which is not very common for his people, but that is because his mother's father was an Imerial soldier who fell in love with a nomad woman, and married her, staying in the tribe.
Hayder's muscular built, his eyes and a stripe of a deeply tanned skin is about all that a person would be able to tell about the nomad's appearance, as his typical attire hides the rest of him. He wears a thobe of white cotton to the ankles, its collar topped by a Shemagh, that protects the neck and the lower part of the face from the sun. A kufeya - a folded fabric - covers his head. Over the cotton thobe, there goes a sleeveless coat, and there are leather pants and leather boots on his legs.
Now, it is not necessary to wear all that inside the tents that nomads use as shelters for the night, so once the abundance of cotton is removed, Hayder can be evaluated as a handsome, and a somewhat rough man. His hair is dark and short, because wearing it long is not practical.
Hayder does not have many posessions, and mostly everything he owns, he carries with him. His stallion, Ilderim, is a fine horse. To its saddle, the blankets are attached, as well as several canteens with water, some bread and dried meat, and all the little things a man might need while journeying through the desert.
He doesn't talk much and, when he does, he speaks in short sentences, right to the point. Hayder knows some basic words in the common language, as he has rarely ever met the outsiders until the bandits started to roam the desert. He knows some phrases in the Ancient language, but no more than five or six. People who want to talk to Hayder must be patient and must choose their words carefully - otherwise, he will not understand what's all the rambling is about. As long as Hayder's experiencing difficulty with long sentences and fancy words, and he might not get what someone's trying to tell him, he pays more attention to what people do, how they behave, their body movements and facial expressions.
Personality: Even though Hyder is twenty seven, which is not a very old age, he considers himself to be old. Men do not live long in the Hadarac desert. He knows that he is strong and he can handle anything that he might come across in the desert, but he knows that at some point he will start getting weaker. Hayder is not scared of that, he accepts that everything has a beginning and an end, and so does his life. But if he's the one to decide how he passes away, that'd be in a battle. And it'd better be a good one, and for a good purpose.
Hayder is fully devoted to his tribe. Hayder does not like outsiders, and he does not trust them. His tribe and his children are his family, and he holds their interests above anything else. He would do anything that is in his power to support it and protect it. Hayder is personally training his firstborn son, who is soon to become a hunter.
He is calm and his decisions are rarely influenced by fear or excitement, even in the most tense situations. That is why his tribe has called him Farouk, which in the language of nomads means "the one who can tell right from wrong". Hayder is considered to be a wise man among his people, even though he is not educated. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, he speaks right ot the point. Hayder is a terrible liar, if he doesn't want to tell something, he'd just keep silent. If he speaks, he speaks the truth.
History: Hayder was born in the tribe of nomads in the Hadarac Desert. His mother Bahija was the only person in the tribe who possessed the magical talent of spellweaving, and when Hayder was born, the tribe hoped that he has inherited it. But, unfortunately, before his mother was able to teach him anything but a few phrases - non-magical - in the ancient language, she passed away. Hayder was trained as a hunter, and a warrior - like all the boys were. The desert wasn't a place for the weak. Hayder was married when he was sixteen, and has three children - the birth of the last one caused the death of his beloved wife, Tasnim. His oldest son Akmal is ten years old, his daughter Jameela is six, and his youngest son Mensah is two years old.
While the Dragon Riders were fighting the Empire's injustice, there was a separate war going on in the Hadarac desert. It has never been easy to live here, but for the past few years many new people came - the slavers, and the bandits. This war wasn't about justice or peace, or any other beautiful words. It was purely about survival. Some would argue that, with all the difficulties, there was no reason for the nomads to stay in the desert - they could move to the forests of the Beor mountains, where the food and the water, and the shelter were in plenty. But they cannot. The nomads would never leave the land where their ancestors used to live. Their spirit would not accept going away, nor will it accept settling down.
Hayder has never been outside the desert, and his longest journeys were to the Beor mountains for hunting. Hayder has never been in a city before. Neither he has seen the sea, or the lake, or any other place with the abundance of water.
Roleplaying example: Sean entered the office occupied by the Minister's secretaries in a good mood, a triumphant smile on his face. It was late in the evening, but he knew he would find Veronica here. She was always staying in the office when most of the people have already gone home, and Sean wanted to give her the reports he has finished today, so that she would hand them in to the Minister tomorrow morning. Sean was pretty much acustomed to his new appointment, and there were things he both liked and disliked about it.
The good things that he hightly appreciated were political power, recognition, and two days off at the end of the week. And the worst thing ever about being the Head of the Department was the paperwork. Sean always hated writing the reports and other things he had to write in the course of his work. But it seemed that, the higher you climbed up the career ladder within the Ministry, the more documents you had to work with. It was so in Sean's case, at least.
When he was a hit wizard, he had to write stuff after every mission - but these reports have hardly beeb longer than a couple pages. When he got the position of the Squad leader, he had to gather all the reports his boys produced and compile a single report - a rather thick one, but still bearable - to the Head of the Law Enforcement Department, and that was about it. But now he was the Head of the largest Department within the Ministry, and he received the reports from the Squad, the Aurors, Improper Use of Magic office, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, and a bunch of others - and reported directly to the Minister of Magic. It was also one of his duty to participate in Wizengamot, and that meant studying the cases, and what not.
But, at last, his paperwork for today was done - and Sean was really happy he could leave the reports to Veronica and head straight to his apartment in the Diagon Alley. He wasn't expecting Eileen, his girlfriend, to stay at his place tonight, which he wasn't all that happy about, but he knew that she had work to do, too. As Sean has entered the room, he walked straight towards Veronica, who besides being a great secretary was also a good friend of Sean's.
"Thought I'd find you here," - the man smiled and took a sit at Veronica's table opposite from her, placing the reports down on the unoccupied side of her desk. They've met several times today already, so he went straight to the business, - "I'd love the Minister to receive these reports tomorrow morning, Veronica. It's mostly routine, but I'm hoping to settle all the issues with him tomorrow, before the weekend, " - Sean explained.
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Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: The first thing that you would notice about Hayder is his built. He is a tall and strong man, one of the best warriors of his tribe. Weaklings do not survive in the deserta, and from a very young age the boys of the nomad tribes are taught to fight and hunt. One glance at Hayder makes it obvious that he's been taking his homework seriously. He is proficient with the sword and a spear, and has these two weapons on him, as well as the hunter's knife.
The tribe to which Hayder belongs is fair-skinned, unlike some other tribes whose representatives have darker complexion. Hayder's skin is tanned from the constant exposure to the sun, especially that of his face and his arms. There is something about the man, though, that distinguishes him from the rest of his tribe, and that is the colour of his eyes. He has blue eyes, which is not very common for his people, but that is because his mother's father was an Imerial soldier who fell in love with a nomad woman, and married her, staying in the tribe.
Hayder's muscular built, his eyes and a stripe of a deeply tanned skin is about all that a person would be able to tell about the nomad's appearance, as his typical attire hides the rest of him. He wears a thobe of white cotton to the ankles, its collar topped by a Shemagh, that protects the neck and the lower part of the face from the sun. A kufeya - a folded fabric - covers his head. Over the cotton thobe, there goes a sleeveless coat, and there are leather pants and leather boots on his legs.
Now, it is not necessary to wear all that inside the tents that nomads use as shelters for the night, so once the abundance of cotton is removed, Hayder can be evaluated as a handsome, and a somewhat rough man. His hair is dark and short, because wearing it long is not practical.
Hayder does not have many posessions, and mostly everything he owns, he carries with him. His stallion, Ilderim, is a fine horse. To its saddle, the blankets are attached, as well as several canteens with water, some bread and dried meat, and all the little things a man might need while journeying through the desert.
He doesn't talk much and, when he does, he speaks in short sentences, right to the point. Hayder knows some basic words in the common language, as he has rarely ever met the outsiders until the bandits started to roam the desert. He knows some phrases in the Ancient language, but no more than five or six. People who want to talk to Hayder must be patient and must choose their words carefully - otherwise, he will not understand what's all the rambling is about. As long as Hayder's experiencing difficulty with long sentences and fancy words, and he might not get what someone's trying to tell him, he pays more attention to what people do, how they behave, their body movements and facial expressions.
Personality: Even though Hyder is twenty seven, which is not a very old age, he considers himself to be old. Men do not live long in the Hadarac desert. He knows that he is strong and he can handle anything that he might come across in the desert, but he knows that at some point he will start getting weaker. Hayder is not scared of that, he accepts that everything has a beginning and an end, and so does his life. But if he's the one to decide how he passes away, that'd be in a battle. And it'd better be a good one, and for a good purpose.
Hayder is fully devoted to his tribe. Hayder does not like outsiders, and he does not trust them. His tribe and his children are his family, and he holds their interests above anything else. He would do anything that is in his power to support it and protect it. Hayder is personally training his firstborn son, who is soon to become a hunter.
He is calm and his decisions are rarely influenced by fear or excitement, even in the most tense situations. That is why his tribe has called him Farouk, which in the language of nomads means "the one who can tell right from wrong". Hayder is considered to be a wise man among his people, even though he is not educated. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, he speaks right ot the point. Hayder is a terrible liar, if he doesn't want to tell something, he'd just keep silent. If he speaks, he speaks the truth.
History: Hayder was born in the tribe of nomads in the Hadarac Desert. His mother Bahija was the only person in the tribe who possessed the magical talent of spellweaving, and when Hayder was born, the tribe hoped that he has inherited it. But, unfortunately, before his mother was able to teach him anything but a few phrases - non-magical - in the ancient language, she passed away. Hayder was trained as a hunter, and a warrior - like all the boys were. The desert wasn't a place for the weak. Hayder was married when he was sixteen, and has three children - the birth of the last one caused the death of his beloved wife, Tasnim. His oldest son Akmal is ten years old, his daughter Jameela is six, and his youngest son Mensah is two years old.
While the Dragon Riders were fighting the Empire's injustice, there was a separate war going on in the Hadarac desert. It has never been easy to live here, but for the past few years many new people came - the slavers, and the bandits. This war wasn't about justice or peace, or any other beautiful words. It was purely about survival. Some would argue that, with all the difficulties, there was no reason for the nomads to stay in the desert - they could move to the forests of the Beor mountains, where the food and the water, and the shelter were in plenty. But they cannot. The nomads would never leave the land where their ancestors used to live. Their spirit would not accept going away, nor will it accept settling down.
Hayder has never been outside the desert, and his longest journeys were to the Beor mountains for hunting. Hayder has never been in a city before. Neither he has seen the sea, or the lake, or any other place with the abundance of water.
Roleplaying example: Sean entered the office occupied by the Minister's secretaries in a good mood, a triumphant smile on his face. It was late in the evening, but he knew he would find Veronica here. She was always staying in the office when most of the people have already gone home, and Sean wanted to give her the reports he has finished today, so that she would hand them in to the Minister tomorrow morning. Sean was pretty much acustomed to his new appointment, and there were things he both liked and disliked about it.
The good things that he hightly appreciated were political power, recognition, and two days off at the end of the week. And the worst thing ever about being the Head of the Department was the paperwork. Sean always hated writing the reports and other things he had to write in the course of his work. But it seemed that, the higher you climbed up the career ladder within the Ministry, the more documents you had to work with. It was so in Sean's case, at least.
When he was a hit wizard, he had to write stuff after every mission - but these reports have hardly beeb longer than a couple pages. When he got the position of the Squad leader, he had to gather all the reports his boys produced and compile a single report - a rather thick one, but still bearable - to the Head of the Law Enforcement Department, and that was about it. But now he was the Head of the largest Department within the Ministry, and he received the reports from the Squad, the Aurors, Improper Use of Magic office, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, and a bunch of others - and reported directly to the Minister of Magic. It was also one of his duty to participate in Wizengamot, and that meant studying the cases, and what not.
But, at last, his paperwork for today was done - and Sean was really happy he could leave the reports to Veronica and head straight to his apartment in the Diagon Alley. He wasn't expecting Eileen, his girlfriend, to stay at his place tonight, which he wasn't all that happy about, but he knew that she had work to do, too. As Sean has entered the room, he walked straight towards Veronica, who besides being a great secretary was also a good friend of Sean's.
"Thought I'd find you here," - the man smiled and took a sit at Veronica's table opposite from her, placing the reports down on the unoccupied side of her desk. They've met several times today already, so he went straight to the business, - "I'd love the Minister to receive these reports tomorrow morning, Veronica. It's mostly routine, but I'm hoping to settle all the issues with him tomorrow, before the weekend, " - Sean explained.
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