Post by Nadir Khan on Jun 18, 2013 10:17:09 GMT -5
Nadir Khan
"I am the Daroga of Mazanderan."
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Player Name: Alysthene
Years Roleplaying: 6
Gender: Female
Contact me: Skype! Lorastina
How you found us?: Noxatrum! He's my fiance.
Anything else?: Nope
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Basic Information
Age: 48
Canon or OC?: Susan Kay Canon
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Appearance
Body type: Lanky but muscled
Eye color: Jade Green
Wardrobe: Persian robes, but will wear the dress of Paris if he has to.
General Appearance: Nadir is a tall, lanky man with a kind face. He is built, with fairly visible muscles if he is shirtless. His hands are rough, from years of hands on work, but they have a very tender touch when placed in kindness. His face is strong, and he wears a neatly trimmed goatee with a thin line of beard following his chin up into his hairline. He moves very gracefully, despite his height, but also uses it to his advantage when he needs to intimidate someone. His eyes are full of kindness, but also haunted by a deep sadness that only one person knows about-Erik.
Played By: Oded Fehr
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Personality
Another portion of his personality is his kindness. A part of him cannot help but be kind to those in need. He has a special weakness for children, and for those shunned by normal society. When presented with children, he will give them little gifts, or money to go buy themselves something. It reminds him of being able to take care of his own son, Reza, who died many years before. The death of his son and wife is the cause of the sadness in his eyes and heart. He has mourned her for many years as well, and never been able to overcome her death. One day the sadness may lift, especially if the right person comes along to help.
Dreams and Goals: Nadir dreams of returning to Persia someday, but he knows this will never happen. He also dreams of finding love again, though he knows it to be highly unlikely, especially because of who he cares for.
Strengths: Fighting, both sword and hand to hand, strategy, and a quick thinker
Weaknesses: Can be overly emotional and let his emotions rule sometimes, has a tendency to drink when depressed, his kindness
Fears: Losing Erik again, failing someone who has placed trust in him
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The Past
History: Nadir grew up in far distant Persia, the son of a daroga and his princess wife. He was an only child, but he was not spoiled. Rather, he was raised very strictly in the ways of the law, trained to become daroga after his father. His mother died when he was ten, the victim of a wasting disease that no doctor could cure. His father was devastated, becoming a shell of his former self. He showed his son no kindness from that day on, becoming far stricter than he had ever been. Nadir did not object however. He was glad of the distraction, of having something to do and being useful. He excelled at most everything his father requested of him, and followed in the man's footsteps. He became a daroga at 16, a young age to be appointed, and immediately threw himself into his work.
At the age of 18, he met the woman he would ask to marry him- Rookheeya. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was smitten the moment he met her. Within a month he had proposed, and they were married. When he was 19 and she was 16, she bore their first child, a boy, named Reza. Within a week however, sadness struck. Rookheeya's constitution had been too weak to survive childbirth, and she died of complications. Left with a small infant, Nadir decided to do the opposite of what his father had done- he made the child his everything. Reza was given anything and everything he could want, and his smile, so like Rookheeya's, was all the payment Nadir needed.
The boy began to sicken though, the same disease that took Nadir's mother rearing it's ugly head again. He did everything he could to make him comfortable. Around this time, the Shah asked Nadir to go and retrieve a man who interested him- Erik. It was no easy task, but he succeeded and brought the man back. Erik took an interest in Reza, and to Nadir's delight at first, made him toys that seemed to please him and ease his pain. He grew angry though when Erik gave Reza a painless poison, to free him from the mortal world and his pain, and for a time refused to speak with him. He came to his senses though, and helped Erik through several rough spots, including helping him stop smoking hashish. He smuggled him out of the country once he learned of the Shah's grisly fate for Erik, the only time he has ever disobeyed a direct order.
He returned to Persia for a time, but after several years he abandoned the country and went to France. He had heard rumors that Erik resided there, in an opera house, and wished to see his old friend again. He was witness to everything with Christine Daae, and tried to council Erik to give her up. He was futile in his efforts, and in the end, believed Erik dead beneath the opera house.
He stayed in Paris, unable to leave the country that had held his dearest friend. He worked with the police for a time, as it was the closest thing to what he had done back home and the familiarity of it calmed him. One night, while doing a routine patrol, he found himself instead in the Phantom Manor.
RP Sample
((From a previous site I've played Nadir on. Hope that's okay.))
Nadir sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand. The day's paper was held loosely in his other hand, nearly falling on the floor. There had been more killings last night, and they were no closer to finding out who was behind it then they had been when they first began. “When will it stop...?” He muttered to himself. He put the paper down, leaning back in the large chair and wrapping his dressing robe around him. He wore only black trousers underneath the silk robe, and the fire had not yet permeated the entire house.
He reached for the cup of coffee he had poured earlier, sipping it carefully. It was a very strong brew, imported directly from his homeland. It was one of the few things that he could still get that reminded him of Persia. He smiled as he drank it, the heat reaching through his bones, cutting through the rainy wet that was London. Nadir scowled out the open window. It was raining again. “Never in all my years of Persia did it rain as much as it does here in one month.” He groused, standing to go dress. He had told Erik he would come by the Opera House before going to the Yard, and he wanted to look well. Only for that man would I put up with these infernal contraptions they call clothes here. So constricting....
He pulled out one of his suits, stripping out of his sleep wear and slipping on the black trousers and white shirt. The suspenders went on next, followed by the vest, dark blue today. He finally got into the coat, squirming uncomfortably as he adjusted the coat and his dark blue ascot. “There. Damned thing is on now.” He sat down to pull on his black riding boots and headed out, petting Erik's cat. As much as he hated cats, he helped take care of this one because Erik loved her so. “Goodbye little one. We'll be back later.” He said, closing and locking the door before heading to his horse.
He mounted with the ease of one who had been doing so all his life, for he had, actually. He chirruped to the black stallion, leading him gently out into the rain. He'd thought to grab the rain cloak from the stable and wrap it around himself before leaving, so hopefully he would not be too damp by the time he arrived at the Opera, let alone Scotland Yard. He sighed and urged the stallion on faster. It didn't take long to get to the Opera, and he left the stallion in the stables. He left the cloak on one of the many hooks and entered the lobby of the Opera Triumphant.
Erik truly outdid himself here. This place is simply beautiful. He thought to himself. He noticed a well dressed older gentleman and a very well dressed young lady with him, and noticed they looked a bit lost. He moved closer, in time to catch the young lady apologizing to her father about not knowing where to find the manager. He cleared his throat and moved closer.
"If I may, sir, I am quite well acquainted with the manager, and could lead you to him. I am Nadir Khan, a police officer and good friend to Mssr. Deveroux." He shook the man's hand and bowed lightly over his daughter's, barely touching it with his lips, as was proper. "If you please, this way?" He motioned towards a door and started for it.
Nadir sighed, rubbing his forehead with one hand. The day's paper was held loosely in his other hand, nearly falling on the floor. There had been more killings last night, and they were no closer to finding out who was behind it then they had been when they first began. “When will it stop...?” He muttered to himself. He put the paper down, leaning back in the large chair and wrapping his dressing robe around him. He wore only black trousers underneath the silk robe, and the fire had not yet permeated the entire house.
He reached for the cup of coffee he had poured earlier, sipping it carefully. It was a very strong brew, imported directly from his homeland. It was one of the few things that he could still get that reminded him of Persia. He smiled as he drank it, the heat reaching through his bones, cutting through the rainy wet that was London. Nadir scowled out the open window. It was raining again. “Never in all my years of Persia did it rain as much as it does here in one month.” He groused, standing to go dress. He had told Erik he would come by the Opera House before going to the Yard, and he wanted to look well. Only for that man would I put up with these infernal contraptions they call clothes here. So constricting....
He pulled out one of his suits, stripping out of his sleep wear and slipping on the black trousers and white shirt. The suspenders went on next, followed by the vest, dark blue today. He finally got into the coat, squirming uncomfortably as he adjusted the coat and his dark blue ascot. “There. Damned thing is on now.” He sat down to pull on his black riding boots and headed out, petting Erik's cat. As much as he hated cats, he helped take care of this one because Erik loved her so. “Goodbye little one. We'll be back later.” He said, closing and locking the door before heading to his horse.
He mounted with the ease of one who had been doing so all his life, for he had, actually. He chirruped to the black stallion, leading him gently out into the rain. He'd thought to grab the rain cloak from the stable and wrap it around himself before leaving, so hopefully he would not be too damp by the time he arrived at the Opera, let alone Scotland Yard. He sighed and urged the stallion on faster. It didn't take long to get to the Opera, and he left the stallion in the stables. He left the cloak on one of the many hooks and entered the lobby of the Opera Triumphant.
Erik truly outdid himself here. This place is simply beautiful. He thought to himself. He noticed a well dressed older gentleman and a very well dressed young lady with him, and noticed they looked a bit lost. He moved closer, in time to catch the young lady apologizing to her father about not knowing where to find the manager. He cleared his throat and moved closer.
"If I may, sir, I am quite well acquainted with the manager, and could lead you to him. I am Nadir Khan, a police officer and good friend to Mssr. Deveroux." He shook the man's hand and bowed lightly over his daughter's, barely touching it with his lips, as was proper. "If you please, this way?" He motioned towards a door and started for it.
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Credits
Template & Graphics © Admin Leffie
Song Lyrics Used: "Old Souls" from The Phantom of the Paradise. Music & Lyrics by Paul Williams.
Song Lyrics Used: "Old Souls" from The Phantom of the Paradise. Music & Lyrics by Paul Williams.
