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| User: | al_3dil (1246761) أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم
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| Name: | العادل | ||||||||||
| Location: | Las Vegas, Nevada, United States | ||||||||||
| Bio: |  Full Name: Malik Al-Adil ibn Husayn ibn Abdul-Aziz As-Suriy Nicknames: Al-Adil (“the Righteous”), Sayf-ad-Din (“Sword of the Faith”), As-Suriy (“The Syrian”) Gender: Male Species: Dilectu vampire PB: Oded Fehr Age and DOB: 878 years old - born November 23, 1155, turned in 1191 at age 36. Character Description: Al-Adil is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a serious and dignified bearing. His thick shoulder-length hair and beard are black, untouched with grey. Occasionally he will colour his hair with henna, giving it a faint reddish sheen. He prefers to dress in the clothing he was accustomed to in life – a plain thawb and abaya - and the style has changed very little over time. His clothes are never ostentatious, and he prefers darker, more subdued colours: dark greens, blues, or browns. Sometimes he will cover his head with a white keffiyah, but never wears an igal. He wears no ornaments at all except for a silver ring set with carnelian on the little finger of his right hand with the stone turned inward following the Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad. Personality: The Arabic word “^adil” has no direct English translation. A person who is ^adil is just and upright, trustworthy, honest even when it does not benefit him. He does not shirk his obligations or delay or resent meeting them. He is never petty or cruel and does not behave in a crude manner. He never demeans himself or others, never gossips or backbites. He considers every action before he acts and considers every word before he speaks. The man Malik earned his laqab Al-Adil by being such a man. He treats everyone – human, lycan, or vampire – equally with patience and mercy, and believes firmly that the only thing which raises one man above another is his good deeds. He is a kind and generous man with an incredible fortitude of spirit that can seem like stubbornness at times to those who don’t know his motivations. Though he has been a warrior, and one of terrible skill, his heart is gentle and every drop of blood he has ever shed has been with regret. But for all that, he does not believe that being a vampire is an inherently evil thing. In his view, the power that he has been given is a karama from Allah, a blessing on him so that he may continue to protect those who need his protection and fight the unjust who oppress them.  Background:  Malik ibn Husayn was born in 1155 in the city of Damascus, Syria. He was the youngest of four children and the only son. From a young age, Malik loved to study, and he was a quick and attentive student. He had a thirst and love for knowledge both religious and secular, and it was expected that he would become a great sheikh. If events had transpired differently, he likely would have, but at the age of 22, feeling that it was his duty, Malik joined the army of the Sultan Salahuddin to fight against the invading Crusaders who were threatening the Muslims’ most holy places. Malik proved to have as brilliant a mind for warfare as he did for philosophy, and he quickly distinguished himself, rising up through the ranks by virtue of his skill. For his bravery at the fateful Battle of Hattin, he was given the name Sayf-ad-Din – “Sword of the Faith”. Thereafter, Malik, now a mature and proven soldier and commander of men, was given command of the garrison of Acre. The Muslims had dealt the Crusader armies some crushing defeats, but in 1189, the king of Jerusalem, Guy de Lusignan, reinforced by fresh troops from France, besieged the city of Acre. Salahuddin sent a force to match Guy’s, but neither side succeeded in ousting the other; the besiegers were besieged. Through the long winter and into the next summer, the garrison fought to defend the city while their supplies dwindled to nothing and disease ravaged the city more terribly than any attack the Crusaders could muster. Al-Adil himself eventually fell ill.  One night, he lay on a pallet, weak and delirious with fever, able only to listen to the thunderous crash of the siege engines battering at the city walls. He saw a shape outlined in the flickering torchlight, and he did not at first belief what his eyes told him. A woman – a very beautiful woman – knelt by his side. Her eyes were blacker than the night and her face round and glowing pale like the full moon. “You are dying,” she said to him. His lips cracked and bled, and he struggled to speak: “Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.” We belong to God, and to Him we shall return. She said, “It need not be so.” The hand that touched his brow was like cool water on his burning skin. “Are you an angel?” he asked her. She smiled sublimely. “I am Khulud,” she said – a name which meant ‘immortality’. “I will take you from this place, but first you must give yourself to me.” And so, there in a dark and empty room in a burning city, she brought him over into a new darkness. Al-Adil would not have abandoned his post, would have continued to fight, but his sire quickly showed him that it was impossible; he could no longer stand the sun. She took him from the besieged city, flying impossibly over the walls like a wingless bird, and they went east towards Damascus and the rising sun. When even the weak light of the coming dawn blinded him, she dug a deep hole and they lay down together and she covered them over with sand. He panicked at first, fearing that he would suffocate, until he realised with shock that he no longer needed to breathe. That first day, they slept safe in each others’ arms. Together, they returned to Al-Adil’s house in Damascus, but it was clear that he could not remain there long. He could not, Khulud told him, reveal to his family what had happened. It pained him to deceive them, and pained him more to leave, but he knew he could not argue with her in this, so he made his excuses and said his goodbyes and prepared to leave for Egypt. As she could not travel easily alone, Khulud would go with him posing as his wife. This was her plan. Al-Adil rejected it. He said that if she was to pose as his wife, then he would have her be his wife in truth. So, now husband and wife, they set sail for the port of Damietta, down the Nile to Cairo. Egypt was an ancient land filled with scholars, Muslims, Christians, and Jews, Arabs, Greeks, and Abyssinians: men came from all over the world to teach and to study, and for a time, Al-Adil was content to lose himself again in learning. For a time, Khulud was patient with what she viewed as her husband’s peculiarities, but eventually she grew restless. She said that she wanted to see the Iberian kingdoms in the north and that if Al-Adil would not go with her, she would go alone. Reluctantly, he agreed.  In Córdoba, Al-Adil made a home for them, but he quickly understood that his wife’s wanderlust would not be satisfied by even the grandest city. She roamed as she pleased all over Andalusia and farther, and he was tolerant of her. She always returned, eventually, but gradually the years grew longer and longer between her homecomings. Patiently, Al-Adil remained in Córdoba so that she could always find him when she chose. He was content there, and his household – humans whom he had never distrusted or disdained as his wife did – were happy in his care. Graciously, he took in any man, woman, or child who needed succour, requiring nothing of them more than they chose to give. He had few needs of his own, and money enough that he could afford charity – another habit of his that his wife found foolish. If they ever noticed that their benefactor did not seem to age, sicken, or tire as they did, they did not question it. This existence was not always idyllic, but Al-Adil lived a comfortable life before the devastation of the meteors. When the chaos began and riots broke out in the streets, he sheltered people in his own home, providing a safe haven that not even the most hardened or desperate men would dare disturb. It was at this time that his “daughters” came to him, two orphaned girls – Milagra and Antonia - whose parents had been killed and who had sworn themselves as sisters. To them, he was like an angel. As the situation around the world worsened, Al-Adil began to fear for his wife and sire whom he had not seen in many years. He had heard no word from her, but he felt in his heart that he would know it if she were dead, and since she did not or could not come to him, he decided that he would search for her. He had heard tell that a trio of powerful vampires had created an enclave in the western United States where vampires, lycans, and humans were gathering. He knew these three as the Sanguine, friends of his wife’s with whom she had sometimes kept company, and despite his misgivings towards them, he knew that they would be able to tell him what had become of her… if anyone could. And so, taking with him his daughters and only what he could carry, Al-Adil set out for the Nevada desert in search of his wife. Strengths: Fast healing, superior speed, strength, and agility, heightened senses – the natural strengths of a vampire. Weaknesses: Fire, direct sunlight, decapitation or heart trauma – the natural weaknesses of a vampire. Al-Adil is also extremely protective of his adopted children and his wife and can be easily manipulated through them. Dark gifts: Al-Adil is an empath. He can sense the emotions of others, and that skill has made him an incredibly astute judge of character. It is also, perhaps, part of what has tempered the more vicious aspects of a vampire’s nature in him. He also has the ability to communicate with and control animals. He has an affinity to birds in particular and greatly dislikes dogs, snakes, and rodents Talents and hobbies: Al-Adil has a strong voice and can recite the entire Qur’an from memory. He also keeps and breeds raptors for hunting. It is a pastime he enjoyed in his human life and one which provides him now with the blood he will not take from humans. Family and friends: His wife and sire Khulud, his nephew Zayd, and his two adopted daughters Milagra (14) and Antonia (9). Location: The Bellagio hotel Length of stay in Vegas: Two years Position: Physician at the human breeding facility, Human Resistance liaison | ||||||||||
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| Member of: | 3: soc_ooc, soc_plots, sons_of_cain | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
