JUNAYD, TAHIR HADI

[Tahir Junayd]

N A M E Fleur (xFleur in the c-box)
C O N T A C T S Just PM (tahir) & Chatbox (xFleur) is fine; ask me for my aim, if you like
O T H E R . C H A R A C T E R S none so far
R A N D O M . F A C T Ancient Greece fascinates me

N A M E Tahir Hadi Junayd
N I C K N A M E S Tahir <Tah-heer> or just T for those who can't pronounce his name properly.
A G E 23
B I R T H D A T E April 7th
G E N D E R Male
S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual
O C C U P A T I O N Adventurer, Traveler, Lover, Friend, Pirate, Defender of the Poor (when he's one) and occasional Pickpocket.
M A G I C ? Power Negation – Tahir has had this power since he was born. Once others get into his proximity (raging from 15 to 20 feet), their powers get negated. This is a double-edged sword, really. On one hand, people can't use their magic to harm him in most cases, on the other hand, he can't benefit from magical healing. The young man has no control over the power whatsoever.

Agility – Although Tahir doesn't look like it, he has the ability of abnormal swiftness and agility. He is able to act in such speed that his actions are imperceivable to the unschooled eye to an extent (i.e. if he moves his hand to your pocket and then back again, you probably won't notice much more than a gush of wind). Needless to say, he can't make much use of the power when trapped, but you'd have to catch him first~

ADMIN CLASSIFICATION
Power Negation: Level 2, Class D
Agility: Level 2, Class A

H E I G H T 6'4”
W E I G H T 174
B U I L D Tahir has broad shoulders and a wide frame, filled with a thick layer of muscle all over his body, especially around the arms and shoulders
E Y E S Dark, big and round, with a hint of mischief behind them more often than not.
H A I R Also dark in colour, wavy, and reach up to his shoulders. It looks shaggy and unkempt most of the time.
I D E N T I F I E R S A black & white tattoo of a seagull at the back of his neck.
A P P E A R A N C E The first impression one might get upon perceiving the big man is intimidating. Yet his smooth, elegant, almost cat-like movements stand in contrast to his size. Tahir doesn't care much for looks, preferring comfort to appearance when it comes to his clothing. His wardrobe consists mostly of worn-out pants, simple shirts and one or two jackets. With that being said, he does feel the need to take it up a notch and dress nicely on rare occasions. He carries a golden pendant with a hardly recognizable shape on a golden chain around his neck at all times.

L I K E S .adventures
.spontaneity
.fights
.women
.drinking
.poetry
.the sea
.music
.sincerity
.working on deck
.getting away with things
.anarchy
.dancing
D I S L I K E S .things not going his way
.honest work
.the military
.the cast system
.staying in one place too long
.etiquette
.people who think they have him 'all figured out'
.people who think they know what's best for others
.strict morality
.the law
.most priests/priestesses
.not having money
F E A R S Getting caught and put to jail or having to settle down in some other way, death of his relatives or friends
S T R E N G T H S Tahir has a very high “physical intelligence”: he can mimic a motion that he's seen once very precisely, which makes him extremely good in any kind of sport or martial art, also, he can read body language very well. He's streetwise and has a fair sense of orientation, which is why he can find his way around a new place quickly. Apart from that, the man's actually quite musically inclined: he plays sitar and flute.
W E A K N E S S E S As the tall male's mind is tied to the present, he's not big on making plans or thinking of consequences for that matter. Intelligence and wisdom aren't his best features, either. Grasping abstract concepts can be a challenge. Often, he's not consequent enough.
Q U I R K S Usually, Tahir has ridiculous amounts of energy, he has to move around a lot and you can often see him playing with some small object just to occupy his hands. Many people don't know that he's actually quite supersticious.
G O A L S Travel around the world, drink a lot, love many, live an eventful life.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
An adventurer and thrill-seeker at heart, Tahir would seem out of place within the boundaries of the law and yet he's too unpolitical to be a rebel. A pirate's life was the only logical choice, even if logic wasn't involved in making it much, since the young man's the type to follow his gut rather than his sense of reason. As a pirate does, Tahir enjoys travels, drinking, shady affairs and is only known to be loyal to the sea. With a talent for tricking people and stealing, he prides himself in not having worked an honest job for even a single day.

Apart from the adventure-seeking streak that determines large parts of his personality, the pirate does have a lovable side to him (even if he uses that charm to trick people at times). Tahir has a truly philanthropic soul and is really generous towards those who're on his good side. And getting on his good side isn't a very difficult thing to do, really. He even buys people who'll fight him in bars a drink afterwards. Hell, he'd buy a guy he'd stolen money from a drink, as he latently yet constantly feels the need to make others around him feel good. And being comfortable around this (for the most part) honest and gregarious man, who paints his life in thick, uncompromising brushes, isn't difficult. Unless you are intimidated by that particular personality trait, that is.

F A M I L Y Mother: Amalia Rodya Junayd (48) – bar owner
Father: unknown
Brother: Cemil Jehnath Junayd (28) – merchant at the black markets
P L A C E . O F . B I R T H While both of Tahir's parents are South Carthonians, he was born in a harbor city in Wyeshing.
H I S T O R Y
Even if Amalia's own life wasn't the easiest, the woman hasn't failed of passing her optimistic attitude towards life to her children. Born into slavery, she has managed to work her way into freedom, only to become a lady of the night at the lack of other options. Not that the sensuous woman minded the profession much, but she always dreamed of being her own boss. But given the strict laws of South Carthonia, she was forced to work under a madam. Pregnant at 19 for the first time, she decided to move to Wyeshing, a neutral country, to provide her child a semi-safe environment. Even if the journey wasn't easy, Amalia finally found a refuge for her and her unborn child at the harbour city Goshan, among other ladies of her trade, who took her in as one of their own.

Five years after the elder son Cemil was born, Tahir saw the light of day. Growing up as a fatherless child wasn't much of a source for worries and problems for the active and curious child, since he was surrounded by a flock loving aunts, who pampered him at every given occasion. Never having undergone a classical education, Tahir was taught how to read and write by the women of the brothel as well as his brother, but he received his “real” education down by the docks.

The boy was hanging around bars and alleys for as long as he remembers and he was a welcome presence there because of his pleasant and joyful character. There, among the hardened sailors and shady businessmen of all kinds, Tahir learned how to seal and lie, how to cheat at cards, hold his liquor and fight. The basics. It wasn't a big surprise when he joined a crew of pirates at the gentle age of 15. He was at sea or at other countries since then, only returning to Goshan every once in a while to visit family and friends.

C O D E . W O R D wyeshing
S A M P L E . P O S T
Hunter was out for a jog, dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants and a big gray hoodie – not the attire one would normally see the tall man in, but certainly appropriate for the activity. Since he had started working for Ashford and thus, having normal working hours, Hunter found that exercise no longer naturally blend in with his schedule, it didn't just happen; in stead, he had to consciously make room for it in his plans for the day. It took some getting used to, not being able to do what he pleased, but having responsibilities in stead.

The sound of his feet hitting the ground was almost overshadowed by the rain now, but Hunter didn't care about getting a little wet. As he left the school building for the run after class, there were some clouds in the sky, but the tall man didn't expect it to start pouring this much. Still, the physical activity was a relief after the day and a hot shower afterwards would wash away the feeling of wet, cold clothing sticking to his skin. Not only did having a schedule need some getting used to, but the type of work did, too. After all, Hunter had absolutely no experience in working with teenagers, and having to deal with the emotionally undeveloped brats was a whole new level of exertion. But even if nobody would have expected for the man with a very dark and violent past to dedicate himself to this kind of work – Hunter himself included – he found he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed the challenge, he liked passing his knowledge to the young Mystics and see them getting better at controlling their own powers even.

His gray-clothed frame blending in with the dusky rain as his mind concentrated on nothing but the running. This meditative quality was what Hunter loved about physical activity the most. The tall man hadn't quite registered how he'd gotten to the gardens. Once he did though, he slowed down his pace and looked around at the plants having the dirt and the dust washed away from them. They were going to be renewed and refreshed afterwards, much like himself after the jog.

A voice stirred the sound of rain, and Hunter turned to face the source of it to see a somewhat-familiar figure under a roofed arbor. It was a teacher at Ashford Academy, no doubt, but he hadn't spoken to him yet. Hunter considered himself a polite individual, or at least he was one around his colleagues, and so he decided to head over and introduce himself. “Good day, cowboy,” a smirk was at his lips once he stepped under the roof. After pushing back the soaking hood away from his head, Hunter shook his head a little in a vain attempt to shake out some of the water out of the strands of hair that got wet around his face. “I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Hunter Cohen, the new trainer at Ashford's,” he extended his hand to the other male, eyeing the bowie knife in his hands for a while and returning the gaze of his dark eyes back to the cowboy, a smirk still present upon his facial features.

[CHII]