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Any current characters here?: Trying for Fred Weasley! But otherwise no.
Character Information:
Character Name: Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad (الطائر ابن لا أحد)
Age: 26
Canon: Assassin's Creed
Appearance: Altaïr's most distinguishing features are the missing ring finger on his left hand, and the vertical scar running down the right side of his lip. He has sharp, gold eyes and short brown hair, as well as tan skin. He is almost never seen in anything but the robes of his order- white flowing robes with a red sash, as well as an array of weapons and equipment that are par for the course of his Creed. He is tall, broad shouldered and lean, while being lithe and well muscled enough for the parkour that his training drilled into him.
Personality: Altaïr can be summed up in one word: Headstrong. The ex-Master Assassin is arrogant, egotistical and self-assured. He thinks very highly of himself and spares little care for the opinions of those around him. Despite this, so too is Altaïr a very devoted, loyal man. His devotion to the creed is unflinching, and has always risen above all else. Unfortunately this loyalty too has blinded him, along with the praise that he often received from the master of Masyaf. Because of this, Altaïr began to follow his own ego, instead of the teachings of the Creed. This would prove to be his greatest mistake, and he was severely punished for it.
Self-centered, egotistical, impatient, Altaïr chooses to ignore the fact that he still has much to learn as an assassin, and as a man. However, despite his arrogance this does not mean that Altair has no emotions; they are simply buried deep in the assassin. At the heart of him, Altaïr is a good, devoted man. He is very inwardly reflective, and all though much of his contemplations never make it past his lips, he is not afraid to ask questions. Smart and cunning, and inquisitive, he is not above questioning the world around him, especially when his instincts begin to warn him of something being wrong. So too does Altaïr have room to learn, but he has been hindered in the past by his own stubbornness, and his impatience. With time, Altaïr will begin to open up to the necessity of listening.
He comes across as cold, and unfeeling, but to those who have known him best, this is not true. He is simply stubborn, and holds no high regards for sharing his feelings outwardly with others.
His pride is one of his greatest foils, and this only feeds into his massive ego. However, his ego suffered a great blow at the hands of Al Mualim, and his sudden and abrupt demotion. Still, Altaïr is stubborn enough to continue and move forward even despite, and refuses to consider himself bested despite this demotion. He will work hard, and do anything he can to regain his former status as a master assassin. Once Altaïr has set his mind to a task, there is little that will stop him, or sway him from its completion.
Altaïr often comes across as threatening, when not being dismissive entirely. He considers many people to be completely below him, and cares little to spare even so much as a word for them. There are very few that have been able to earn Altaïr's respect. It is not impossible- merely difficult. He is also a quite brash man, acting without thought, but after his demotion, and the harsh words from Al Mualim about this fact Altaïr begins to open himself to the idea of knowledge before action.
There is almost nothing that Altaïr is afraid of. Death is a strong presence in Altaïr's life. As an assassin, he dispatches it, and so too is he prepared for his own. That isn't to say he is merely willing to hand his life over; he is a fighter, through and through, and will not give up even in the most seemingly dire of situations.
Background:
Link
Canon point: Just before the assassination of Majd Addin, when Altaïr has begun to question what the true purpose of the nine assassinations he has been tasked to carry out really are; upon arriving in Jerusalem to go and botherhis one-armed husband the bureau leader, Malik.
Special Abilities: Altaïr is an (ex) master assassin, and as such he is proficient with many different types of bladed weaponry. He is a quick learner, though specializes in the sword, throwing knives, hidden blade, and short blade. Subtlety is his art, and he can easily blend in with most crowds, losing himself amongst the populace with practiced grace and subtlety.
So too is he an excellent acrobat, skilled at parkour and freerunning. Altaïr can take to vertical ascension and rooftop running as though it is second nature- because it is. He has been trained in the mastery of this since a very young age, and has always been shown to excel. His skills are almost unrivalled, to a point that many informants and other assassins often ask for his help because of his swiftness, and expert skill in dispatching enemies. His quick reflexes and skilled blades have served him well.
Sharp of mind and with sharp ears to match Altaïr is also skilled at eavesdropping, picking out the most important voices from a cacophony of others. So too does he possess a skill known as 'Eagle Vision' which helps him to discern friends from enemies, and gives him a strong intuition on whether or not a person is a threat, or potential target of his. With Eagle Vision the world around him (to his eyes) fades to black, and the people before him become highlighted in a colour; either white (innocent), gold (target), or red (hostile). With this skill in his repertoire it can help him discern lies from truths. As a note, this will not be used without player permissions.
Sect: Jedi
Job: None, for now.
Samples:
First Person:
[ The activation of the datapad is accidental, as Altaïr is up with a start, alarmed- and expecting threat. His fingers twitch, looking for his hidden blade- but he knew it was gone the moment he’d woken. ]
What sorcery is this?
[ The demand is spoken sharp, and clipped, and he rolls to his feet, beginning to look around, ignoring the sense of uneasiness curled in the pit of his belly. He moves away from the datapad, leaving it upon the floor as he searches the room for a weapon, makeshift or otherwise. It is never wise to go unarmed in unfamiliar territory. Lowly, beneath his voice he speaks, unawares that there is the remote possibilities that others might be listening. ]
Is this some kind of test? A Templar trick? [ He purses his lips, and then is gone altogether from the view of the camera, though the datapad continues to record. ]
Third Person:"Attack me,"
Altaïr's voice was low and firm as he stared the novice assassin down. He watched the brief spark pass through Desmond's eyes; the nervousness, an unsure presence in the other that Altaïr himself would deny having ever felt. There was no nervousness, no hesitation. Only action, only the process of moving forward, of learning through pain, and repetition.
For a brief moment, Altaïr closed his eyes. He drew in a slow breath, listened as the other fumbled forward. There was no real fear of the other in him, he doubted heavily in the other's skills, and had perhaps more faith than was modest in his own. ...Definitely more faith in his own skills than was considered modest.
In an instant, his eyes snapped open, glaring hard at the other. He caught Desmond's wrist with one hand, his other balled into a fist. Using the other's own momentum against him, Altaïr brought his fist against the other's sternum, with force enough to knock the air out of the other's lungs. It was a motion that Desmond had seen before within the animus, and before the other could be allowed to crumple entirely, Altaïr's foot had lashed out, kicking the other back, and painfully to the ground.
He stared down at the other, and didn't look particularly impressed. But well, at least Desmond could count himself lucky for not being kicked over the edge of the roof?
"You are clumsy, and lack form. The way you lead your attack puts little force behind the strike itself," he shook his head as he appraised the other's 'work', and reflected that it seemed as though he would have much of his own to do if the other were to become anything noteworthy. It was the work of a novice, and Altaïr could not help but reflect on when his own work had been so careless; so clumsy. The way the other flinched was telling to his hesitation.
Altaïr could not help but wonder if it were a lack of commitment that stalled Desmond's blade. It mattered little; Altaïr would teach him what it was to be a master assassin; to hold the Creed with the devotion it required, that it deserved. There was potential in this boy, yes- but it would take time, patience. Inwardly, Altaïr sneered, and questioned whether or not Desmond was even worth this time.
Anything Else: Blue milk, Jolee Bindu please let him room with Malik if he can! Thank you~
Name or Handle: Dee
LJ:
atlasofambrosiaEmail: arbitraryally at hotmail dot com
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: AIM; ArbitraryAlly MSN; arbitraryally at hotmail dot com PLURK; ArbitraryAlly
Any current characters here?: Trying for Fred Weasley! But otherwise no.
Character Information:
Character Name: Altaïr ibn-La'Ahad (الطائر ابن لا أحد)
Age: 26
Canon: Assassin's Creed
Appearance: Altaïr's most distinguishing features are the missing ring finger on his left hand, and the vertical scar running down the right side of his lip. He has sharp, gold eyes and short brown hair, as well as tan skin. He is almost never seen in anything but the robes of his order- white flowing robes with a red sash, as well as an array of weapons and equipment that are par for the course of his Creed. He is tall, broad shouldered and lean, while being lithe and well muscled enough for the parkour that his training drilled into him.
Personality: Altaïr can be summed up in one word: Headstrong. The ex-Master Assassin is arrogant, egotistical and self-assured. He thinks very highly of himself and spares little care for the opinions of those around him. Despite this, so too is Altaïr a very devoted, loyal man. His devotion to the creed is unflinching, and has always risen above all else. Unfortunately this loyalty too has blinded him, along with the praise that he often received from the master of Masyaf. Because of this, Altaïr began to follow his own ego, instead of the teachings of the Creed. This would prove to be his greatest mistake, and he was severely punished for it.
Self-centered, egotistical, impatient, Altaïr chooses to ignore the fact that he still has much to learn as an assassin, and as a man. However, despite his arrogance this does not mean that Altair has no emotions; they are simply buried deep in the assassin. At the heart of him, Altaïr is a good, devoted man. He is very inwardly reflective, and all though much of his contemplations never make it past his lips, he is not afraid to ask questions. Smart and cunning, and inquisitive, he is not above questioning the world around him, especially when his instincts begin to warn him of something being wrong. So too does Altaïr have room to learn, but he has been hindered in the past by his own stubbornness, and his impatience. With time, Altaïr will begin to open up to the necessity of listening.
He comes across as cold, and unfeeling, but to those who have known him best, this is not true. He is simply stubborn, and holds no high regards for sharing his feelings outwardly with others.
His pride is one of his greatest foils, and this only feeds into his massive ego. However, his ego suffered a great blow at the hands of Al Mualim, and his sudden and abrupt demotion. Still, Altaïr is stubborn enough to continue and move forward even despite, and refuses to consider himself bested despite this demotion. He will work hard, and do anything he can to regain his former status as a master assassin. Once Altaïr has set his mind to a task, there is little that will stop him, or sway him from its completion.
Altaïr often comes across as threatening, when not being dismissive entirely. He considers many people to be completely below him, and cares little to spare even so much as a word for them. There are very few that have been able to earn Altaïr's respect. It is not impossible- merely difficult. He is also a quite brash man, acting without thought, but after his demotion, and the harsh words from Al Mualim about this fact Altaïr begins to open himself to the idea of knowledge before action.
There is almost nothing that Altaïr is afraid of. Death is a strong presence in Altaïr's life. As an assassin, he dispatches it, and so too is he prepared for his own. That isn't to say he is merely willing to hand his life over; he is a fighter, through and through, and will not give up even in the most seemingly dire of situations.
Background:
Link
Canon point: Just before the assassination of Majd Addin, when Altaïr has begun to question what the true purpose of the nine assassinations he has been tasked to carry out really are; upon arriving in Jerusalem to go and bother
Special Abilities: Altaïr is an (ex) master assassin, and as such he is proficient with many different types of bladed weaponry. He is a quick learner, though specializes in the sword, throwing knives, hidden blade, and short blade. Subtlety is his art, and he can easily blend in with most crowds, losing himself amongst the populace with practiced grace and subtlety.
So too is he an excellent acrobat, skilled at parkour and freerunning. Altaïr can take to vertical ascension and rooftop running as though it is second nature- because it is. He has been trained in the mastery of this since a very young age, and has always been shown to excel. His skills are almost unrivalled, to a point that many informants and other assassins often ask for his help because of his swiftness, and expert skill in dispatching enemies. His quick reflexes and skilled blades have served him well.
Sharp of mind and with sharp ears to match Altaïr is also skilled at eavesdropping, picking out the most important voices from a cacophony of others. So too does he possess a skill known as 'Eagle Vision' which helps him to discern friends from enemies, and gives him a strong intuition on whether or not a person is a threat, or potential target of his. With Eagle Vision the world around him (to his eyes) fades to black, and the people before him become highlighted in a colour; either white (innocent), gold (target), or red (hostile). With this skill in his repertoire it can help him discern lies from truths. As a note, this will not be used without player permissions.
Sect: Jedi
Job: None, for now.
Samples:
First Person:
[ The activation of the datapad is accidental, as Altaïr is up with a start, alarmed- and expecting threat. His fingers twitch, looking for his hidden blade- but he knew it was gone the moment he’d woken. ]
What sorcery is this?
[ The demand is spoken sharp, and clipped, and he rolls to his feet, beginning to look around, ignoring the sense of uneasiness curled in the pit of his belly. He moves away from the datapad, leaving it upon the floor as he searches the room for a weapon, makeshift or otherwise. It is never wise to go unarmed in unfamiliar territory. Lowly, beneath his voice he speaks, unawares that there is the remote possibilities that others might be listening. ]
Is this some kind of test? A Templar trick? [ He purses his lips, and then is gone altogether from the view of the camera, though the datapad continues to record. ]
Third Person:"Attack me,"
Altaïr's voice was low and firm as he stared the novice assassin down. He watched the brief spark pass through Desmond's eyes; the nervousness, an unsure presence in the other that Altaïr himself would deny having ever felt. There was no nervousness, no hesitation. Only action, only the process of moving forward, of learning through pain, and repetition.
For a brief moment, Altaïr closed his eyes. He drew in a slow breath, listened as the other fumbled forward. There was no real fear of the other in him, he doubted heavily in the other's skills, and had perhaps more faith than was modest in his own. ...Definitely more faith in his own skills than was considered modest.
In an instant, his eyes snapped open, glaring hard at the other. He caught Desmond's wrist with one hand, his other balled into a fist. Using the other's own momentum against him, Altaïr brought his fist against the other's sternum, with force enough to knock the air out of the other's lungs. It was a motion that Desmond had seen before within the animus, and before the other could be allowed to crumple entirely, Altaïr's foot had lashed out, kicking the other back, and painfully to the ground.
He stared down at the other, and didn't look particularly impressed. But well, at least Desmond could count himself lucky for not being kicked over the edge of the roof?
"You are clumsy, and lack form. The way you lead your attack puts little force behind the strike itself," he shook his head as he appraised the other's 'work', and reflected that it seemed as though he would have much of his own to do if the other were to become anything noteworthy. It was the work of a novice, and Altaïr could not help but reflect on when his own work had been so careless; so clumsy. The way the other flinched was telling to his hesitation.
Altaïr could not help but wonder if it were a lack of commitment that stalled Desmond's blade. It mattered little; Altaïr would teach him what it was to be a master assassin; to hold the Creed with the devotion it required, that it deserved. There was potential in this boy, yes- but it would take time, patience. Inwardly, Altaïr sneered, and questioned whether or not Desmond was even worth this time.
Anything Else: Blue milk, Jolee Bindu please let him room with Malik if he can! Thank you~