NEJEM, BAQIR

[JUNE EVANGELINE ATLANTIS]

you're my brand of heroin ,
Baqir Nejem


"You truly are one frightening little monster."
~Jasper Hale~

character full name: Baqir Nejem
alias: Shaitan al-Jamil (the beautiful demon)
age: 868 – appears to be in late 30s/early 40s
birthday: October 4th
status: Vegetarian with an occasional nip of human blood.
affiliation: None.

"I'd noticed that his eyes were black - coal black."
~Isabella Swan~

eyes: A warm golden color, occasionally burgundy (which he hides behind sunglasses).
hair: Dark brown, almost black, shaggily cut at about ear-length.
height: 5’8”
weight: 146 lbs.
distinguishing features: A scraggly beard which he has refused to shave for almost 900 years.
general appearance: Baqir is slim, and decently tall, with long-ish shaggy dark hair and usually-golden eyes on olive skin. He tends to wear neutral colors, nothing too flashy, and opts for slacks and a long-sleeved shirt or sweater on a casual day. Oftentimes he wears suits. Any exposed skin he carefully covers in a light layer of theatrical-grade concealer to prevent unexpected sparkling. He always looks a bit weary, like he’s experienced more life than his apparent age would suggest – which of course he has.

"I will always tell you the truth."
~Alice Cullen~

likes: The progress of technology during his long lifetime, cooking, traveling, movies, learning, rain
dislikes: The fact that there is still conflict in the Middle East, that he cannot hold down the food he cooks, that he can never settle down, that he has to conceal his skin, that he’s so often viewed with suspicion
ambitions:Find a reason for living to his thousandth birthday
abilities: Ace fighter pilot, multilingual (with a facility with languages), excellent chef, the ability to detect lies - especially in living beings (vampires are harder but not impossible)
secrets: He loves to cook, almost 900 years is a long time to question your sexuality or if you even have one anymore, he hates the Volturi, he donates to human rights organizations such as Amnesty International because he hates to see unnecessary suffering.
personality: Baqir is kind, especially to animals. He even has a pet cat despite the fact that he feeds on animal blood most of the time. He tries his best to be happy, but occasionally slides into a deep depression about his immortality. He feels like he is beginning to become bored with life and occasionally goes out on nigh-suicidal runs just to see if he can get the Volturi to come after him and maybe end it forever.

He’s also very intelligent, with a deep interest in history – especially military history – since he’s lived through so much of it. He’s genuinely fond of humans in general, and is the kind of guy who’s always willing to lend a hand with a difficult project. He is highly secretive, however, and prizes his privacy above all else. This, combined with his home cluttered with books and artifacts, has given him a reputation as a bit of an eccentric.

"Don't get your family slaughtered for pride."
~Carlisle Cullen~

mother: Habiba Nejem, deceased
father: Fadil Nejem, tailor, deceased
siblings: None
others: name, age, relationship (if applicable)
history: Baqir grew up in 12th-century Damascus and took up the trade of tailor like his father. He was moderately successful at his trade, with a small shop, but abandoned it all to fight in Saladin’s army when the Crusaders approached. During one of the many battles for control of Jerusalem, he was attacked by what he took to be a Crusader but was a Volturi thug. The pain of the vampire’s venom was so intense that he passed out and was taken for dead. His own people were going to bury him until he stirred, moaning about a burning pain all over his body. It took him nearly a week to recover, and the medics were all stunned by how his wounds – which had looked like savage bites! – had disappeared, not to mention his crimson eyes. Baqir was now a vampire.

Not understanding what had happened to him, he was filled with a murderous rage. He snuck into the Crusaders’ camp that night and killed ten of them, ripping them apart with his newfound strength. As he bit one of the hapless soldiers in his murderous rage, the blood slid down his throat and slightly quenched the burning thirst. Thinking of nothing but his thirst, he drained all ten dead and dying men dry, and ran back to his own camp.

When he came to his senses the next morning, he noticed that his skin shimmered in the bright Mediterranean sun. Blood still dripped from his face and hands, and the rumor of the dismembered Crusaders swept through the camp. This, along with his speedy recovery and new godlike attractiveness, earned him the nickname of “Shaitan al-Jamil” – the Beautiful Demon.

As the years went by and he continued traveling with Saladin’s army, he realized that he could drink from animals, too. While at war it was easier to find and drink from the foes, but it was good to know that he wasn’t entirely dependent on human prey, either.

Upon Saladin’s death, Baqir decided that he wanted to learn more about his condition, and set to studying all of the texts he could find. As he learned, he traveled, but what he learned was no comfort. Creatures that drank blood were evil. He finally made his way to Volterra, where he quite by chance met another vampire, who explained it all. The other vampire thought his golden eyes were strange and goaded him into drinking from a human to prove he was a true vampire. He spent some time with the Volturi before parting ways to gather more knowledge. Eventually he managed to make it to England, where he picked up a London accent for his English. He stayed there for a century or so, fighting for Britain in both World Wars. In an effort to keep his bloodlust under control, he enlisted in the RAF during WWII and fought in the Battle of Britain. He couldn’t feed from inside a plane.

After the wars, he immigrated to the United States and spent some time in New York. With all the weirdness in that city, nobody noticed a man who always wore long sleeves and pants. He also bought concealer to apply to his exposed skin and mute the sparkling. The best part of New York was the large supply of petty criminals he could feed on from time to time without incurring much notice. He then moved on to Boston in the 60s, and from there through the rest of the country, making decent enough money as a history teacher (why not? He lived through quite a bit of it). Finally, he’s found himself in Forks, and was drawn to it for the rainy climate, so different from his home, so many miles away and so many years ago.

"You will never put me through that again."
~Esme Cullen~

player: Zed
age: 19
member title: Shaitan al-Jamil
password: Vampires do it better.
anything else: Nope

"If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now."
~Rosalie Hale~

made by: Rae {cupcake/vanilla_pop} of RPG-D && Caution 2.0
disclaimer: quotes are from the characters in the Twilight series
copyright: steal and I'll send the Volturi after you. YEAH