Post by aswad on Jun 24, 2009 6:59:41 GMT -5
Aswad Mubarak::
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◊ This Better Be Something ◊
The birth certificate reads Aswad Mubarak
But You Better Call Me Aswad or Black
I've Seen the World For 23 years
As I've Been Around Since October 31st
Making Myself Known As an assassin.
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◊ This Face is Going Somewhere ◊
Aswad is a short man with a sinewy and dextrous figure. His fingers are long and delicate, and his limbs generally look longer than in reality. He is not imposing but there is a certain presence of perfect awareness about him. His flesh is tanned although he spends much of his time in the dark.
Aswad's facial features are quite sharp for an Egyptian. He has black, sligthly slitted eyes that perceive a person's mindset as accurately as his figure. His appearance is quite dapper, yet there is something slicky about it. Aswad uses traditional Egyptian make-up around his eyes, and his hair is cut short.
Old scars brought by disciplinary measures cut across Aswad's back and shoulders. He has a simple tattoo on his chest and it identifies him as one of the Hashshashin brotherhood's Anubian members. The tattoo resembles the head of a jackal with a sharply pointed neck.
Garments used by Aswad include simple black cotton robes used by the brotherhood and a more casual look that consists of black trousers and a black T-shirt. He uses black sandals in either case and carries some simple jewelery that include two bronse rings and a symbolic collar.
There is a spicy and slightly musky scent around Aswad and it is caused by his favourite perfyme. Some people also claim that he has the copperish smell of blood about him.
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◊ I’ve Wasted Enough Time Already ◊
Aswad Mubarak was born into the Anubian brach of the Hashshashin or the assassins' guild. Since early childhood he was subjected to training in the art of murder, which consists of traditional uses of a knife, hiding weapons, intelligence networks and plain sneaking. Members of the Hashashin are kept under extreme discipline and Aswad was no difference. Whip marks still mark his body.
In many ways the Anubian branch resembles the gravekeepers who protect the ancient graves of kings. Their existence is secret and the only entrance to the guild goes through birth. However, the purpose of the guild is far more sinister than that of the gravekeepers. It is to bring death to all who pose a threat to the Egyptian heritage. In a way, members of the branch are the emissaries of long forgotten kings of Egypt.
After finishing his training, Asad was given only one mission. He was to bring an end to the use of the Ka in the card game Duel Monsters.
This far Aswad has merely been focusing on gathering information concerning I2, Kaiba Corp and Duel Monsters. It is still unclear when he is to begin his eradication of the sacrilege. It might be soon though.
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◊ I’m the Next Great Thing ◊
Aswad is a paradox in a way. Among commoners he feels superior and could be considered an egolomaniac but among his brethren he is but a piece of the machine.
Plasures of the flesh are not completely prohibited from the members of the Hashashin. However, Aswad practices an ascetic way of life free of even the traditional use of hash. The only pleasure he allows himself is the occasional enjoyment of Japanese delicacies. His personal favourite is the fugu - specially prepared puffer fish. His finds the idea of a possibly fatal meal exciting.
Aswad is not socially challenged but he does find it hard to converse with people naturally. Others are mostly tools to him - although he does have some comparably close associates. Most people consider him serious and slightly intimidating.
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◊ This is Me ◊
Can't beat me at sneaking and gathering information.
Though you may win at flirting or joking.
I Like fugu and privacy.
I Don't Like tobacco, morons and rushing.
Keep Away innocent children and my past mentors.
Abilities
+ Hide in plain sight (disappears in a crowd)
+ Combat Advantage (is more probable to excel in melee combat)
- Hindered creditibility (always seems to be hiding something)
- Exotic (is somewhat easier to track)
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◊ This is a Champion ◊
The mentor's whip cracked and Aswad bit his tongue to keep from screaming. He could feel blood flowing down his shoulders as the mentor shouted:
"You're no good! Faster. Be determined. Kill without mercy."
Aswad picked up his knife and looked at his reflection. Were those teary eyes truly those of a killer? He swiped off his tears and calculated his chances against the mentor - none. He would not take his own life either so the only way for him was forward.
The dummy was still standing. There were some punctures that were reeking with pig's blood. It was just that they were not deep or accurate enough and Aswad had stabbed too slowly. He could feel the hash-smelling and hot breath of his mentor behind him. This was no time to think.
Aswad had gone through the routine multiple times a day for a few months already. It had become a part of him. Now he let loose his instincts.
One with the shadow, he approeched the prey. There was a quick leap and his knife came down with a whish. Blood fountained out of the victim who was sure to have died this time.
Aswad could hear the crack of his mentor's whip against his shoulders. The mentor shouted:
"Do it better!"
"You're no good! Faster. Be determined. Kill without mercy."
Aswad picked up his knife and looked at his reflection. Were those teary eyes truly those of a killer? He swiped off his tears and calculated his chances against the mentor - none. He would not take his own life either so the only way for him was forward.
The dummy was still standing. There were some punctures that were reeking with pig's blood. It was just that they were not deep or accurate enough and Aswad had stabbed too slowly. He could feel the hash-smelling and hot breath of his mentor behind him. This was no time to think.
Aswad had gone through the routine multiple times a day for a few months already. It had become a part of him. Now he let loose his instincts.
One with the shadow, he approeched the prey. There was a quick leap and his knife came down with a whish. Blood fountained out of the victim who was sure to have died this time.
Aswad could hear the crack of his mentor's whip against his shoulders. The mentor shouted:
"Do it better!"