Post by Nader Dakhel on Apr 28, 2015 20:55:51 GMT -5
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[attr="class","official-title"]NADER DAKHEL
[attr="class","official-header"]WATCHMAN
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[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]VIGILANTE
[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]TWENTY FOUR(24)
[attr="class","SSbox1temp1"]AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON
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[attr="class","SSbox2temp1"]INTELLIGENT
[attr="class","SSbox2temp1"]GOOD HEARTED
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[attr="class","official-header"]Tell us your story...
[attr="class","official-content"]Born and raised in Central City, Nader had always been an interesting kid. He was raised as an only child, being supported by a single father. he had never really received the sort of motherly bond that most people relish when growing up. But that's not to say that Naders father didn't try, as he definitely did. But when someone works two jobs constantly, there leaves little room to enjoy time spent with their kin. Because of this, Nader would often be described as 'emotionally distant.' He was rather quiet when growing up, making few friends, but when he did speak, his mouth often overflowed with snarky or sarcastic words, which led others to find him annoying or rude.[break]
However, Naders few friends seemed to be more than enough for him, as he had spent most of his time reading and exploring the world around him on his own. Nader was an avid reader, and he became entranced by Fantasy novels, often exploring the town around him, pretending to be a knight on a quest to save his village. He had done this well into his teen years, yet he revealed this hidden dream of his to no one. He often walked around by himself, while his fantastical imagination created scores of imaginary scenes within itself. As he grew older, his passions for reading and exploring dove more intense, as he began to delve into nonfiction and biology. It was also in school where he had gained an affinity for gymnastics, competing in his high school on multiple events, and even wining an award for state.[break]
As Nader began college, he had decided to study Biology and Education, planning on becoming a High School Teacher. But as soon as he had settled down and gotten comfy in his new dorm at school, he was hit with news that his father had died of a heart attack. The news, while very surprising and shocking, didn't hit Nader as hard as it should've, and he couldn't bring himself to be as grief stricken as the rest of his extended family had been at the time. This troubled him somewhat, but he managed to push it off.[break]
As he finished college, Nader got a just as a substitute teacher, going to any high school that needed him for nearly any subject, and being the teacher for the day. Then, one day after work when Nader was out in a recreational gymnastics gym working out, the particle accelerator had blown up while he was exerting himself to his fullest extent. When everything had seemed to calm down, Nader found himself with a severe headache after everything had passed, and he fell unconscious. [break]
When waking up, Nader had felt completely better, somehow. He was barely awake for two hours when he tried to admit himself out of the hospital. From there, Nader had decided to act out his teenage fantasies of becoming a knight and fighting for 'his village', and he operates completely on his own, choosing to fight street-level crimes as opposed to being able to take on heavy hitting opponents, because who knows who could deal with that sort of stuff.
However, Naders few friends seemed to be more than enough for him, as he had spent most of his time reading and exploring the world around him on his own. Nader was an avid reader, and he became entranced by Fantasy novels, often exploring the town around him, pretending to be a knight on a quest to save his village. He had done this well into his teen years, yet he revealed this hidden dream of his to no one. He often walked around by himself, while his fantastical imagination created scores of imaginary scenes within itself. As he grew older, his passions for reading and exploring dove more intense, as he began to delve into nonfiction and biology. It was also in school where he had gained an affinity for gymnastics, competing in his high school on multiple events, and even wining an award for state.[break]
As Nader began college, he had decided to study Biology and Education, planning on becoming a High School Teacher. But as soon as he had settled down and gotten comfy in his new dorm at school, he was hit with news that his father had died of a heart attack. The news, while very surprising and shocking, didn't hit Nader as hard as it should've, and he couldn't bring himself to be as grief stricken as the rest of his extended family had been at the time. This troubled him somewhat, but he managed to push it off.[break]
As he finished college, Nader got a just as a substitute teacher, going to any high school that needed him for nearly any subject, and being the teacher for the day. Then, one day after work when Nader was out in a recreational gymnastics gym working out, the particle accelerator had blown up while he was exerting himself to his fullest extent. When everything had seemed to calm down, Nader found himself with a severe headache after everything had passed, and he fell unconscious. [break]
When waking up, Nader had felt completely better, somehow. He was barely awake for two hours when he tried to admit himself out of the hospital. From there, Nader had decided to act out his teenage fantasies of becoming a knight and fighting for 'his village', and he operates completely on his own, choosing to fight street-level crimes as opposed to being able to take on heavy hitting opponents, because who knows who could deal with that sort of stuff.
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Enhanced Strength: Nader can easily up two twice his weight (His current weight is roughly 180 lbs), and his maximum ability to carry on his back is about five hundred pounds. [break]
Enhanced Reflexes/Balance: Nader has been known to have unnaturally excellent reflexes, his hand-eye coordination beating many others, and his reaction timing impeccable. He also has above par balancing skills and can keep his center of gravity solid and unshifting.[break]
Enhanced Strength: Nader can easily up two twice his weight (His current weight is roughly 180 lbs), and his maximum ability to carry on his back is about five hundred pounds. [break]
Enhanced Reflexes/Balance: Nader has been known to have unnaturally excellent reflexes, his hand-eye coordination beating many others, and his reaction timing impeccable. He also has above par balancing skills and can keep his center of gravity solid and unshifting.[break]
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Ah, shit.[break][break]
Nader muttered incoherently to himself as his right arm reached blindly to his nightstand, his palm slapping the top of the stand until it collided with his ringing cell phone, the chorus of "Rather Be" by Clean Bandit pounding its way into his skull. His mind was racing as he began to create a list of people who would call him at six o clock in the morning without reason. The list was unreasonably long.[break][break]
The young man squinted at his phones screen, and a number was showing up on the screen, meaning he hadn't placed it into his contact book. But he had seen the number enough times to realize who the caller was, and he grunted as his thumb slid lazily over the "ANSWER" button, and he placed the phone to his ear, the sleep in his voice apparent, yet he seemed to care very little about his inability to show at least a little respectability at this hour.[break][break]
"Hello?"[break][break]
"Hello? Is this, uh, Nader Dakhel?" The voice seemed surprised at the drowziness that Nader had answered the phone in, yet he made no effort to change it whatsoever.[break][break]
"Yes'm." The ladies voice on the other side of the phone reminded Nader of a girl he had a crush on in middle school. He wondered if she was still single as he listened to her give her schpeel.[break][break]
"Alright, perfect. We need you at Central City High School today. If you go down to the Main Office there and tell the secretary your name, they should give you your room number and everything you need. Is that okay?" Naders eyes fluttered to a close as he yawned, forgetting to answer the question as the phone in his hand became a bit loose. "Mr. Dakhel?"[break][break]
"What? What?" Nader jerked away, the grip on his phone tightening. He registered the question she had asked him before and he nodded unconsciously. "Yeah, yeah of course, I'll be there at Six thirty, sharp."[break][break]
Ah, shit.[break][break]
Nader muttered incoherently to himself as his right arm reached blindly to his nightstand, his palm slapping the top of the stand until it collided with his ringing cell phone, the chorus of "Rather Be" by Clean Bandit pounding its way into his skull. His mind was racing as he began to create a list of people who would call him at six o clock in the morning without reason. The list was unreasonably long.[break][break]
The young man squinted at his phones screen, and a number was showing up on the screen, meaning he hadn't placed it into his contact book. But he had seen the number enough times to realize who the caller was, and he grunted as his thumb slid lazily over the "ANSWER" button, and he placed the phone to his ear, the sleep in his voice apparent, yet he seemed to care very little about his inability to show at least a little respectability at this hour.[break][break]
"Hello?"[break][break]
"Hello? Is this, uh, Nader Dakhel?" The voice seemed surprised at the drowziness that Nader had answered the phone in, yet he made no effort to change it whatsoever.[break][break]
"Yes'm." The ladies voice on the other side of the phone reminded Nader of a girl he had a crush on in middle school. He wondered if she was still single as he listened to her give her schpeel.[break][break]
"Alright, perfect. We need you at Central City High School today. If you go down to the Main Office there and tell the secretary your name, they should give you your room number and everything you need. Is that okay?" Naders eyes fluttered to a close as he yawned, forgetting to answer the question as the phone in his hand became a bit loose. "Mr. Dakhel?"[break][break]
"What? What?" Nader jerked away, the grip on his phone tightening. He registered the question she had asked him before and he nodded unconsciously. "Yeah, yeah of course, I'll be there at Six thirty, sharp."[break][break]
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[attr="class","SSbox3temp2"]EIGHTEEN(18)
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