[[ Asad
Bahir 'Aziz
Rasul ]]
I am, by the looks of it;; Nineteen.
Looking under the garb;; I am a man.
A mark on my calendar;; January 10th, Muharram - Day of the New Year
By Fate's decree;; I am The Badger
Looking under the garb;; I am a man.
A mark on my calendar;; January 10th, Muharram - Day of the New Year
By Fate's decree;; I am The Badger
Life becomes bearable;;
Incense: It eases my mind and soothes my restless soul. ۞
Competitiveness: Only by challenging one another can we ascend to greater heights. ۞
Philosophy: All facets of life are grains of sand, ever dancing in the breath of each mortal. ۞
Travel: I wish to revel in all of the world, and conquer it with my words.۞
Though it doesn't always strike my fancy;;
Ignorance: I will crush weak and foolish minds without remorse. ۞
Excuses: Those who mask their greed and incompetence with lies are not worthy of life. ۞
Inequality: Those who objectify women fear that they will surpass them. ۞
Materialism: If you think your toys will save you, then I will prove you wrong. ۞
But I am made strong;;
Ferociousness: I will not back down from a battle of wits or fists, and even when victory is in sight I will dominate my foe. ۞
Vision: My mind is my greatest weapon. I can spar with the greatest philosophers of our time. ۞
Endurance: I carry the blood of nomads, and with it comes their great resilience and strength. ۞
Of course, I am still weak;;
Pride: My arrogance is infamous, and has earned me as many enemies as it has friends. ۞
Grudges: Once my enemy, always my enemy. There are no exceptions. ۞
Migraines: At times I am struck with blinding pain, bringing me to my knees and rendering me incapable of action. ۞
Incense: It eases my mind and soothes my restless soul. ۞
Competitiveness: Only by challenging one another can we ascend to greater heights. ۞
Philosophy: All facets of life are grains of sand, ever dancing in the breath of each mortal. ۞
Travel: I wish to revel in all of the world, and conquer it with my words.۞
Though it doesn't always strike my fancy;;
Ignorance: I will crush weak and foolish minds without remorse. ۞
Excuses: Those who mask their greed and incompetence with lies are not worthy of life. ۞
Inequality: Those who objectify women fear that they will surpass them. ۞
Materialism: If you think your toys will save you, then I will prove you wrong. ۞
But I am made strong;;
Ferociousness: I will not back down from a battle of wits or fists, and even when victory is in sight I will dominate my foe. ۞
Vision: My mind is my greatest weapon. I can spar with the greatest philosophers of our time. ۞
Endurance: I carry the blood of nomads, and with it comes their great resilience and strength. ۞
Of course, I am still weak;;
Pride: My arrogance is infamous, and has earned me as many enemies as it has friends. ۞
Grudges: Once my enemy, always my enemy. There are no exceptions. ۞
Migraines: At times I am struck with blinding pain, bringing me to my knees and rendering me incapable of action. ۞
A book yet unwritten;
Asad was born in the war torn city of Jerusalem, the son of a wealthy Muslim merchant. Since he could read, he was granted a wealth of knowledge in tomes of philosophy and theology, gifts to him from both his father and grandfather whose endless experiences of violence through religion enlightened them to pursuing strength of mind over strength of body.
Regardless, Asad was born into a world of such violence. He was faced with bigotry and hatred from every Christian zealot in the Middle East, and shortly after the second fall of Constantinople, Asad's father and his family took their successful merchant business and permanently relocated to Britain, in the deep throes of their intellectual revival.
It was here that, as a young man, Asad's brilliance in philosophy and theology bloomed into its fullest. Constantly beset by intellects of every walk, particularly Catholicism, Asad ruthlessly refined his own philosophies and began to attack the other, more ignorant and arrogant minds of England. His notoriety and particular infamy in the philosophical world earned him both great resentment and respect, and it became clear that he was destined for a life of violence and revolution.
His first true friend in England came in the form of a woman. Amelia Froud, the only woman he'd ever met with a fire that matched his and a passion for upsetting the balanced laws of old and feeble men. They bonded intensely, and through the single year they knew each other before Verum Domus their like minded passions became strongly invested in one another. Entertaining themselves by causing mild anarchy in an otherwise proper city, their relationship came to the head after an act of petty theft. Amelia lifted a satchel of salt from a Merchants stall as Asad distracted the vendor. The man, in a greedy rage, sicked two low town thugs after the girl. By the time Asad had caught up to Amelia, the men were trying to tear off her clothes. It was clear they wanted more than the salt.
He had snapped one of their arms and taken the other to the ground before a knife gashed open the side of his face, neatly parting the skin across his right eye. The same knife found his shoulder before the guards found them and intervened. Taking advantage of the chaos, Amelia fled. Asad used his silver tongue to place full blame on the thugs and empty their purses in exchange for his wounds. In the end, it was a greater victory than either of the pair imagined, but it came with a frightening price. Staring into the eyes of mortality.
Now, he attends Verum Domus beside his greatest friend, wise to the secret of her womanhood, and resolute in his silence of the truth. The sexism of the school disgusts him, and so he finds great satisfaction in continuously outwitting the school alongside Amelia. Where their lives continue from here remains to be seen, but it's impossible for him to ignore the beauty of her mind...
Asad was born in the war torn city of Jerusalem, the son of a wealthy Muslim merchant. Since he could read, he was granted a wealth of knowledge in tomes of philosophy and theology, gifts to him from both his father and grandfather whose endless experiences of violence through religion enlightened them to pursuing strength of mind over strength of body.
Regardless, Asad was born into a world of such violence. He was faced with bigotry and hatred from every Christian zealot in the Middle East, and shortly after the second fall of Constantinople, Asad's father and his family took their successful merchant business and permanently relocated to Britain, in the deep throes of their intellectual revival.
It was here that, as a young man, Asad's brilliance in philosophy and theology bloomed into its fullest. Constantly beset by intellects of every walk, particularly Catholicism, Asad ruthlessly refined his own philosophies and began to attack the other, more ignorant and arrogant minds of England. His notoriety and particular infamy in the philosophical world earned him both great resentment and respect, and it became clear that he was destined for a life of violence and revolution.
His first true friend in England came in the form of a woman. Amelia Froud, the only woman he'd ever met with a fire that matched his and a passion for upsetting the balanced laws of old and feeble men. They bonded intensely, and through the single year they knew each other before Verum Domus their like minded passions became strongly invested in one another. Entertaining themselves by causing mild anarchy in an otherwise proper city, their relationship came to the head after an act of petty theft. Amelia lifted a satchel of salt from a Merchants stall as Asad distracted the vendor. The man, in a greedy rage, sicked two low town thugs after the girl. By the time Asad had caught up to Amelia, the men were trying to tear off her clothes. It was clear they wanted more than the salt.
He had snapped one of their arms and taken the other to the ground before a knife gashed open the side of his face, neatly parting the skin across his right eye. The same knife found his shoulder before the guards found them and intervened. Taking advantage of the chaos, Amelia fled. Asad used his silver tongue to place full blame on the thugs and empty their purses in exchange for his wounds. In the end, it was a greater victory than either of the pair imagined, but it came with a frightening price. Staring into the eyes of mortality.
Now, he attends Verum Domus beside his greatest friend, wise to the secret of her womanhood, and resolute in his silence of the truth. The sexism of the school disgusts him, and so he finds great satisfaction in continuously outwitting the school alongside Amelia. Where their lives continue from here remains to be seen, but it's impossible for him to ignore the beauty of her mind...
The story's effects;;
Asad regards himself as an icon - a figure in part of a greater movement to revolutionize the truth of life and the justices upheld within it. His is the mind of a violent martyr, bent on exemplifying his values through his actions and deifying his own philosophies through the dogged assault other lesser schools. IT goes without saying that this makes him an incredibly proud person, and that his confidence in himself and the strength of his mind is literally palpable to those around him. He is an intimidating mental force that might repel weaker minds away from him, but at the same time he actively seeks worthy opponents to debate with and even embrace as friends and peers.
He is a moderately selfless individual and incredibly loyal. He is also an avid learner, and will acquire further knowledge through any means necessary, be it stealing books from the library overnight or sitting for hours with a peer as they meticulously explain their views on the world.
Asad regards himself as an icon - a figure in part of a greater movement to revolutionize the truth of life and the justices upheld within it. His is the mind of a violent martyr, bent on exemplifying his values through his actions and deifying his own philosophies through the dogged assault other lesser schools. IT goes without saying that this makes him an incredibly proud person, and that his confidence in himself and the strength of his mind is literally palpable to those around him. He is an intimidating mental force that might repel weaker minds away from him, but at the same time he actively seeks worthy opponents to debate with and even embrace as friends and peers.
He is a moderately selfless individual and incredibly loyal. He is also an avid learner, and will acquire further knowledge through any means necessary, be it stealing books from the library overnight or sitting for hours with a peer as they meticulously explain their views on the world.
To know me entirely;;
Over the knife scar on his shoulder is a tattoo that he inked himself. It depicts a phoenix rising from its ashes.
Asad cries every morning and prays every evening.
He carries a slim a wide variety of slim journals with him, and they switch from day to day. He often writes his thoughts inside, and interjects his philosophies with poetry.
Struggles of the Day;;
Over the knife scar on his shoulder is a tattoo that he inked himself. It depicts a phoenix rising from its ashes.
Asad cries every morning and prays every evening.
He carries a slim a wide variety of slim journals with him, and they switch from day to day. He often writes his thoughts inside, and interjects his philosophies with poetry.
Struggles of the Day;;
۞ Etiquette
۞ Law
۞ Fencing
۞ Astrology
My only true master;;
ll Bayne ll
