Name: Rami Naeem
Country Affiliation: Balbadd
Race:Human
Tier:D
Class:Warrior
Age + Birthdate:17 years old - July 7th
Gender:Male
Sexuality:Homosexual
Personality:
LONE WARRIOR. Rami tends to keep to himself most of the time unless the situation ultimately demands it. It is only because his ability prevents him from thinking clearly and trying to hold a conversation while you can hardly think about any kind of answer or even question is difficult, especially group conversations.
KNOWLEDGEABLE. By being a lone warrior it has given Rami the time to read books on top of books, storing as much knowledge as he can in his head distracting himself from the outside world for a short period of time while he feeds his mind.
ATHLETIC. Knowing he can’t always rely on his weapons Rami has been doing daily exercises making sure he his physically fit in case he must run away (lol).
BLUNT BUT WITH HEART. Rami tends to have constant headaches so talking to people for extended periods of time is something that rarely happens. Once a conversation starts he tries to be as short worded and vague with it as possible. He tries his hardest not to be rude but seven times out of ten it will always come across that way.
UNFORGIVING. Once Rami has been double crossed, lied to, hurt, etc. he almost always cuts ties between himself and said person. He does not believe in second chances and thinks everyone shouldn't believe in them either.
Likes: Rami likes traveling a lot and tends to not stay in the same place for more than a month at the most. It is because his parent’s were nomad’s and their traveling spirits stuck with Rami.
Another thing Rami like’s is learning new things and obtaining new information. Whenever he has the chance to he scribbles notes and pictures in a notebook he has carried with him since childhood.
Sword play and watching battles is something Rami has always secretly liked. He tries to put up a front all the time making it seem like he had no interest but it can easily be spotted whenever a fight breaks out or he has the ability to watch an official battle.
Dislikes: Rami dislikes any kind of drama that can be easily avoided and will go out of his way to make sure he does not get involved in any kind of way. Rami absolutely hates the smell and taste of fish. Although he lives in Balbadd ironically known as a central port for goods the fishy sea smell has never been his friend nor ally.
Aspirations:
Long Lost Thief - After his mother was killed but just Before the passing of his father Rami was told directly by him who had murdered them both. Ever since that day Rami has made it a personal mission of his to find those responsible for ruining his life and for taking the lives of his loved ones.
Gather all the knowledge - Rami likes learning new tings both small and big. He hopes to one day obtain so much information it kills him, poetically speaking of course.
Seeking Power - Though his parent's didn't approve of his decision on becoming a warrior, or violence in general there was something about battling and learning how to wield a weapon that sparked a surge of interest and curiosity in Rami's spirit.
Phobias/fears:
Claustrophobia - Since Rami is used to being in open spaces he finds it hard to be surrounded by crowds of people or in tight places. It can quickly triggers his claustrophobia and he because uncomfortable, tense and sometimes even hyperventilates. He hopes to overcome this fear one day but the chances of that happening are very unlikely.
Philophobia - Since losing his parent's many people Rami has encountered after have either Abandoned him, robbed him or died on him this creating his fear of getting attached to someone or intimate with anyone.
Face-Claim:Gintoki Sakata
Hair Color:Dusty off-white
Eye Color: Red Amber
Height:185cm
Weight:75.7kg
Appearance: He wears a black, short sleeve, dress short with red lining running across the outer most edges of the shirt. The collar sticks up and out freely flowing as if he was made to play lead in some 80's film. He wears white parachute pants that are bundled at his ankles and has a blood red belt around his waist for style. His arms, hands and feet are wrapped with black bandages. He is known to not where shoes.
His hair is white and messy. Kind of lets it do its own thing. His skin is a soft light desert tan as his eyes are a bright hazel amber color. He has fairly broad shoulders and a slight muscular physique. He is a little above average height for males and always has a calm, uncaring look on his face like he has better things to do or better places to be at. On his chest he has a tattoo that symbolizes his personal insignia which shows the sun in tribal art.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Features:N/A
History:
Rami has no idea where he was officially born. His parents traveled all the time and even they are stumped what town, village or city even Rami was conceived in at least. Throughout the years Rami has seen many things while living the life of a nomad. He has experience different cultures, seen many different animals, people even. One day when his mother and father traveled with him to the city of Balbadd they had happened to stumble upon a street fight between citizens. Nothing too serious though it appeared the situation was under control and was prearranged. Although Rami’s parent’s tried pulling him away from the unholy commotion something about the fight captivated Rami to the point where he practically begged his parent’s to stay in Balbadd a little while longer just so he can witness every street brawl possible. During this time Rami was 11 and full of so much wonder. When he finally managed to get his family to settle in Balbadd and buy their own place to stay for their remaining time there he would sneak out every night to go watch the underrated warriors duke it out for a small amount of cash. He studied their movement’s, their body language, sword play even because he wanted to be just like them, he wanted to be one of the Underrated Warriors.
When Rami asked his Mother if she could by him a dagger so he could practice his weapon wielding skills she looked at him and laughed as if he were joking, but the moment she realized he was as serious as ever is when the soft chuckle turned into nothing but stern unforgiving silence. Denying his request almost instantly Rami didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let him. Yes he was only 11 but there were and are kids younger than he is with swords larger than any dagger could possibly be. He was bitter about the situation and thought his chances at becoming a warrior were soon over. That is until he met a man with a white and black fedora and a grey trench coat by the name of Aliosha.
He was a kind yet discreet fellow with shadows lurking in the depths of his iris’s. Aliosha was the kind of guy who got information on everyone almost instantly. He knew the ins and outs and never missed a beat when it came to haggling or bargaining. Aliosha had noticed Rami several times before throughout Balbadd and kept a close eye on him and his family. One night when Rami did one of his annual sneak outs he had encounter Aliosha who was holding a pristine looking dagger in his hand. Silver blade, mahogany hilt with gold lining, it was everything Rami ever wanted, and the fact that Aliosha gave it to him flat out would make anyone else suspicious because general that means they want something in return, but in the young Rami’s eyes all he could see was the present he was wanted. As Rami began swinging the blade around like a madman Aliosha quickly stopped him and offered to teach him how to use it properly so he could become the warrior he always wanted to be.
For about two years now Rami and Aliosha would train together in a abandoned lot located in the southern portion of Balbadd. Aliosha was teaching Rami everything he knew to gain his trust and Rami was happy to be this close to someone other than his parents. He didn’t have any friends and since Aliosha was his first, the bonding experiences they have been having have really helped Rami’s training a whole lot more. One night while the two took a break in between their sparring sessions Aliosha began asking questions about Rami’s personal life, about his parent’s things of that nature. Since Rami thought he could trust Aliosha he pretty much spewed everything that he could out. He mentioned things regarding the travels he’s been on, the people he has met, even the treasures his father had scavenged throughout their journey. After the two were done training Aliosha told Rami to meet him at the same spot tomorrow so he could show him a special technique all warriors must know. Excited about learning something new Rami hurried home, but for some reason felt off about Aliosha for a moment.
The next night, Rami headed back to the abandoned lot but Aliosha was nowhere to be found. Half thinking he was running late, young Rami sat at the lot for roughly over an hour before he himself began to get sleepy. He thought Aliosha had forgotten their arrangement and was bummed he wouldn’t be learning the knew technique tonight. Making it back to his house he sensed an ominous feeling caressing the hairs on his neck. He noticed the door to his home had been cracked open and felt it was odd especially the time of night it was. Slowly opening the door and peering through the visibility of the abodes insides Rami’s face grew a pale white as his pupils shrunk and eyes widened. Before him lay his late parent’s. They had been slaughtered and robbed and no one was around at all, Balbadd felt like a ghost town.
Rami fell to his knees gasping for air and crying all at once as he crawled to his mother yelling her name out. She was already dead and almost cold to the touch. He could hear coughs coming from behind him as his father was still Alive but fatally wounded possibly seeing his final minutes. He beckoned for his son to come closer. His father had mentioned a group of bandits ransacked their home killed his mother on the spot but he had managed to hold them off until he had gotten blind sided by a man with a fedora and a trench coat. They had took everything the family had owned. Rami couldn’t stop crying. Though his father was dying he still managed to nurture his son in his final hour. Assuring him that it wasn’t his fault…even though at the end of the day it was. Right before his father died he had told Rami that not everything was stolen. He knew his son wanted to be a warrior so he used some of the money from their travels to purchase a pair of pristine looking chakram with several sharp pegs stick out of their outer rim. He had figured a dagger wouldn’t be all too fitting for a warrior and guessed that the Chakram would be more fitting. Rami gritted his teeth as the waterworks continued. His father held his hand out as Rami grabbed it softly. Nothing was said between the to however just before his father died he managed to give him one last flashy smile and soon his soul had left his body, gone with the ruhk.
Several years after the incident with Rami now being 17 he still lives in Balbadd and still does the street fights. Though the look in his eyes is far more different than it used to be. That small innocent child matured way too quickly into a Adult, but that’s what this world does to people. Rami has been training like crazy to one day find the man that took everything he knew in life and ripped it straight from his hands. Whether it is for vengeance, revenge, spite, none of that matter’s now, all that matters is the Aliosha is held responsible for turning Rami into a orphan.
“When that day comes Aliosha be ready, ‘cos Rami Naeem is coming for you. And I will stop at nothing…until I find you”
Role-Play Sample:
Grrrr... "How much longer until we reach Balbadd? I am starving!" Rami holds his stomach as he and his parent's travel through the desert. Before he received an answer from either of the two the crunching of sand beneath their feet and the sound of wind flushing out their ears filled in the silence before he was answered.
"Almost there Rami, no need to rush. I assure you once we get their you can have all the food you want!" His Mother smiled at him gleefully as the now starry eyed, mouth drool Rami looked at her with an open mouthed smile. He began trudging through the sand much faster than either of his Parent's were because now he knew that the sooner they get to Balbadd the faster he could feed his belly.
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