Post by Daroga Nadir Khan on Aug 17, 2007 0:18:54 GMT -5
Name: Nadir Khan
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs.
Appearance:
Nadir is a typical Persian man. His skin is slightly darker than those on the European continent and his facial structure is a little different as well. He is decently handsome, although in Parisian society he is not considered on the same plane as the French. Even if his Persian roots are actually Aryian as well. His eyes are very dark, appearing almost black and his hair is thick and black as well. Despite being 43, he has a full, thick head of hair and he is well groomed.
Although he used to be a dutiful Islamic man, he finds that in Paris it is easier for him to get along in daily life if he modifies his appearance by shaving and keeping himself well groomed. His clothing; however, remains to be traditional. He refuses to westernize himself in that respect and he prefers his traditional Persian wear to anything that anyone else might set forth for him. He has been known to wear his Daroga uniform to special ocassions, but more often than not, he'll just wear his normal Persian wear.
Personality:
Nadir is a mysterious creature. He does not let many know him and prefers to remain much like Erik, a mystery. His signature is his ‘evil eye’ which, although it can sound like some deformity or something, is really just a very practiced scowl in which his brown eyes take on a reddish tone to scare ballet rats and patrons. Outwardly, to strangers, he appears cold and dangerous, mostly with intimidation techniques he has worked on for quite some time. He will be polite though, and mostly with a tendency for aloofness and an almost rude sense of understanding. His manner is condescending towards most and if he can, he chooses to avoid them, if at all possible.
To people who know Nadir, he can be quite… interesting. As Erik knows, he has a tendency to nag and worry about a lot of things; however, he can also be quite - agreeable, if he chooses to be. Reasoning behind his lack of niceties in the opera was the fact that he feels he’s surrounded by idiots. Drooling ballerinas and stuffy divas are not his idea of good company. Nadir is more suited for traveling in less - “glorious” circles, used to thieves and cutthroats, like Erik. He frequently spends his time with Erik, or around Erik, making sure he isn’t trying to kill anyone - AGAIN.
He also tries to make sure things run smoothly for all involved in the Opera. This often means trailing Erik and following his movements, as well as supervising activities. After his initial exile from Persia as well, it seemed that his involvement with the French police moved towards an involvement with the Opera house, where he currently conducts his business, independently investigating the “mysterious events” and trailing the crook.
After the initial attacks, Nadir is a bit… paranoid over the activities that go on in the opera. He isn’t happy with the things going on and isn’t happy with anyone who seems to think they can find their way down into the lair. They often end up terrified, or worse, and having to cover Erik’s tracks for these murders is the last thing he intended to do. He spends much of his time angrily guarding the area now and tries to find ways to keep Erik out of trouble, although it seldom works.
Wealth Status: Middle class
Occupation: Part of the French Police, Self appointed babysitter of Erik.
Personal Posessions:
- His sanity (slowly being embezzled by the Opera Ghost)
- A personal flat with all of his creature comforts
- A full set of Persian and Oriental swords
- His copy of the Koran
Pets:
"None. Filthy beasts, I have Erik, that’s enough responsibility."
Family:
"Of No Importance anymore "
History:
Nadir was born into a high-brow Persian family. He was the middle of nine children and perhaps the quietest in the group. That made him a natural mediator and he often disappeared in the shuffle of things, his parents having quite enough to deal with because of his other siblings, Nadir was a well behaved and dutiful child, just as Islam dictated. He didn’t disrespect his parents and did just as they asked, being a fair and mostly patient man.
He always had a sense of responsibility and law about him, so it was only natural that he pursued a guardianship position. His ambitious nature made him quickly rise in ranks and early in his life he was given the position as Daroga to the Shah of Persia. Nadir worked very hard to ensure that his position would never be taken. Indeed, he was one of the most trusted Darogas in all of Persia and was ordered himself, to watch over the young man who he had been ordered to retrieve from Russia.
He knew nothing of this magician, but he served his Shah loyally and went to retrieve him, dragging him away from whatever he had in Russia and took him to Persia for the amusement of the royalty. He was met with much opposition from the masked man, but Nadir was persistent to do his job and Erik was persistent to be a nuisance; the friendship that was forming seemed to be quite interesting, indeed.
This duty would prove to be never-ending and it set Nadir on years paths of following Erik and helping him escape from several situations. His first interactions with Erik were rather difficult and nerve wracking. The young man was disrespectful, rude, and completely socially inept in dealing with the commoners and the royalty. However, for some reason the Shah and Sultana saw him fit to be an entertainer and soon, he began to serve a more sinister purpose.
As Erik performed his duties as an assassin and executioner for the Sultana, Nadir could do nothing but stand back and make sure he did what he was asked without following his own agenda. That didn’t mean he agreed with what was going on, but he certainly wasn’t going to challenge it, considering that could mean his own execution as well. Sordid events occurred during this time, events Nadir didn’t want to, nor chooses to remember, and he moves past them, preferring to keep them private.
Much of his life from Persia is kept private. His monogamous marriage, seen as extremely strange by the other members of the Persian court, and his son are all things he chooses not to recall in the present. With his banishment from the country as a conspirator with Erik he has been absolved of his duties and most likely left for dead, explained to everyone that he once knew that he had passed into another life. He has made the executive decision to put this all out of his memory, although he is quite bitter about it.
After these years passed, Nadir was forced to help Erik escape Persia. This, for him, meant immediate exile as well, and they escaped through the east and to Europe. In Paris, Nadir and Erik split ways, Nadir finding his place in the French police system and Erik doing whatever it was that he was doing. He promised though, that he would watch over Erik and ensure he wasn’t doing anything stupid, of course, that didn’t quite work out as Nadir had planned.
During his scarce free time, Nadir would find any excuse to go find the man he had vowed to keep an eye on and checked in. Obviously, he was doing well for himself, even in Paris and Nadir didn’t have cause to be so concerned, up until recent events.
When Erik started to misbehave, that meant Nadir had to take a more active role in preventing him from doing such stupid, silly things. Naturally of course, finding him and preventing him from doing anything was nearly impossible and more often than not, Nadir is on a wild goose chase, rather than actually doing much of anything. When he does do something, Nadir can usually manage to find a way to get to him and make a good attempt at reprimand, and naturally that doesn’t work either. It’s incredibly difficult to get through to a man with a skull as thick as Erik’s.
He finds it incredibly difficult to do anything about his ‘friend’ and feels more like a doting parent than a friend. Naturally, his parenting doesn’t do much and only serves an annoyance to Erik, but perhaps that is the best way to be. If he is as annoying as possible then Erik might reconsider things (not that he actually expects that).
As of now, he is doing all in his power to fix any problems Erik is making and smoothing over the edges of the problems without letting too much information escape. He’s succeeding to some degree; of course, Erik is a bit harder to control than the idiot masses of the Opera House.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? In Nadir’s opinion, unfortunately he is quite involved. Allah save his soul.
Sample Post:
There were many entrances to the Opera House. Nadir was accustomed to most of them, unfortunately through Erik’s guidance, and as he slipped in through the side entrance, he looked up and down the hallway – keeping an eye out for the illusive man who he had taken responsibility for. Although it was bright outside, the inside of the opera was still cold and dark, foreboding to anyone who wasn’t really accustomed to the dreariness of the backstage.
It was early morning, the sun had just peaked over the horizon and the whole world was still standing still in the morning sun. Nadir had always been an early riser; of course, in the city of lights it wasn’t hard to believe that he was the only one up around this time of day. He had already finished his early morning prayers and was going to start doing his rounds of the opera house, making sure that Erik wasn’t wandering about ready to ruin something else.
He was constantly out and about, doing things to drive the Daroga crazy, it seemed. Although Nadir was quite sure it wasn’t that he was trying to be an annoyance to everyone, he felt like he was annoyed most, having to take care of much of what Erik messed up. He shivered involuntarily, imagining having to deal with La Carlotta again, and he started to move through the hallways, quickly scaling the empty hallways, not surprised to find no life moving around at such an early hour.
Of course, as he moved further into the Opera house, he soon found out that he wasn’t the only lurker so early. A young girl, no more than ten, was traipsing around in her night dress, looking rather frantic. Nadir arched an eyebrow and cautiously approached. He wasn’t in the habit of being nice to anyone, but a young girl with nothing that could possibly harm him was an exception. “What is wrong?” he asked in a Persian heavy accent, towering over the young girl.
She jumped up and looked at him with her tearing brown eyes, big as a doe’s and a trembling lip which ceased its movement. The young girl stammered slightly, playing with her blonde curls out of nervous habit and she looked around, unsure of an exit she could take. “Well young lady?” he asked again, his eye momentarily ticking with anger and agitation. He didn’t want to have to wait this long for an answer, and the young girl’s nervousness was another source of frustration for Nadir.
He wasn’t particularly happy about this situation, especially because she was shaking like a leaf. Yes, Nadir was tall, yes he was angry looking, but he wasn’t doing anything that should scare her. Indeed, he was just doing his job, more than he could say for a lot of the people who worked in the Opera house.
“I-I saw him Monsieur!” the young lady sobbed out, new streams of tears flowing down her alabaster cheeks. “I-I-I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk Monsieur, and there he was! Oh he was scary Monsieur! So very scary!” she seemed unable to control herself and her sobbing, which made Nadir very uncomfortable. He inched away slowly and looked around. He did not deal very well with crying, especially when it was a girl doing so. His sympathetic side didn’t really show and he felt nothing but agitation and anxiousness over her display. Although, he did realize one important thing - Erik was lurking around somewhere, which meant he had to find him. Grumbling to himself, Nadir ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“Thank you Mademoiselle,” he sighed, “You best get back to your quarters,” he added, his voice still holding onto that strong edge that his accent gave it. His French was excellent, but he couldn’t manage to get the accent down, his Persian roots showing quite vividly through his voice and appearance. It worked in his favor sometimes; however, it became exceedingly difficult to gather information.
The little girl seemed to take the hint and scurried off quickly, her little feet alerting everyone to her presence as she ran. Nadir rolled his eyes and began to walk quickly through the halls of the Opera, leaving the girl to go on her own. She would find her way back at some point; after all, the little girl wasn’t far from the dorms. However, Erik was far from where he was supposed to be, and Nadir needed to find him. Sometimes, he really disliked Erik – very much.
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 185 lbs.
Appearance:
Nadir is a typical Persian man. His skin is slightly darker than those on the European continent and his facial structure is a little different as well. He is decently handsome, although in Parisian society he is not considered on the same plane as the French. Even if his Persian roots are actually Aryian as well. His eyes are very dark, appearing almost black and his hair is thick and black as well. Despite being 43, he has a full, thick head of hair and he is well groomed.
Although he used to be a dutiful Islamic man, he finds that in Paris it is easier for him to get along in daily life if he modifies his appearance by shaving and keeping himself well groomed. His clothing; however, remains to be traditional. He refuses to westernize himself in that respect and he prefers his traditional Persian wear to anything that anyone else might set forth for him. He has been known to wear his Daroga uniform to special ocassions, but more often than not, he'll just wear his normal Persian wear.
Personality:
Nadir is a mysterious creature. He does not let many know him and prefers to remain much like Erik, a mystery. His signature is his ‘evil eye’ which, although it can sound like some deformity or something, is really just a very practiced scowl in which his brown eyes take on a reddish tone to scare ballet rats and patrons. Outwardly, to strangers, he appears cold and dangerous, mostly with intimidation techniques he has worked on for quite some time. He will be polite though, and mostly with a tendency for aloofness and an almost rude sense of understanding. His manner is condescending towards most and if he can, he chooses to avoid them, if at all possible.
To people who know Nadir, he can be quite… interesting. As Erik knows, he has a tendency to nag and worry about a lot of things; however, he can also be quite - agreeable, if he chooses to be. Reasoning behind his lack of niceties in the opera was the fact that he feels he’s surrounded by idiots. Drooling ballerinas and stuffy divas are not his idea of good company. Nadir is more suited for traveling in less - “glorious” circles, used to thieves and cutthroats, like Erik. He frequently spends his time with Erik, or around Erik, making sure he isn’t trying to kill anyone - AGAIN.
He also tries to make sure things run smoothly for all involved in the Opera. This often means trailing Erik and following his movements, as well as supervising activities. After his initial exile from Persia as well, it seemed that his involvement with the French police moved towards an involvement with the Opera house, where he currently conducts his business, independently investigating the “mysterious events” and trailing the crook.
After the initial attacks, Nadir is a bit… paranoid over the activities that go on in the opera. He isn’t happy with the things going on and isn’t happy with anyone who seems to think they can find their way down into the lair. They often end up terrified, or worse, and having to cover Erik’s tracks for these murders is the last thing he intended to do. He spends much of his time angrily guarding the area now and tries to find ways to keep Erik out of trouble, although it seldom works.
Wealth Status: Middle class
Occupation: Part of the French Police, Self appointed babysitter of Erik.
Personal Posessions:
- His sanity (slowly being embezzled by the Opera Ghost)
- A personal flat with all of his creature comforts
- A full set of Persian and Oriental swords
- His copy of the Koran
Pets:
"None. Filthy beasts, I have Erik, that’s enough responsibility."
Family:
"Of No Importance anymore "
History:
Nadir was born into a high-brow Persian family. He was the middle of nine children and perhaps the quietest in the group. That made him a natural mediator and he often disappeared in the shuffle of things, his parents having quite enough to deal with because of his other siblings, Nadir was a well behaved and dutiful child, just as Islam dictated. He didn’t disrespect his parents and did just as they asked, being a fair and mostly patient man.
He always had a sense of responsibility and law about him, so it was only natural that he pursued a guardianship position. His ambitious nature made him quickly rise in ranks and early in his life he was given the position as Daroga to the Shah of Persia. Nadir worked very hard to ensure that his position would never be taken. Indeed, he was one of the most trusted Darogas in all of Persia and was ordered himself, to watch over the young man who he had been ordered to retrieve from Russia.
He knew nothing of this magician, but he served his Shah loyally and went to retrieve him, dragging him away from whatever he had in Russia and took him to Persia for the amusement of the royalty. He was met with much opposition from the masked man, but Nadir was persistent to do his job and Erik was persistent to be a nuisance; the friendship that was forming seemed to be quite interesting, indeed.
This duty would prove to be never-ending and it set Nadir on years paths of following Erik and helping him escape from several situations. His first interactions with Erik were rather difficult and nerve wracking. The young man was disrespectful, rude, and completely socially inept in dealing with the commoners and the royalty. However, for some reason the Shah and Sultana saw him fit to be an entertainer and soon, he began to serve a more sinister purpose.
As Erik performed his duties as an assassin and executioner for the Sultana, Nadir could do nothing but stand back and make sure he did what he was asked without following his own agenda. That didn’t mean he agreed with what was going on, but he certainly wasn’t going to challenge it, considering that could mean his own execution as well. Sordid events occurred during this time, events Nadir didn’t want to, nor chooses to remember, and he moves past them, preferring to keep them private.
Much of his life from Persia is kept private. His monogamous marriage, seen as extremely strange by the other members of the Persian court, and his son are all things he chooses not to recall in the present. With his banishment from the country as a conspirator with Erik he has been absolved of his duties and most likely left for dead, explained to everyone that he once knew that he had passed into another life. He has made the executive decision to put this all out of his memory, although he is quite bitter about it.
After these years passed, Nadir was forced to help Erik escape Persia. This, for him, meant immediate exile as well, and they escaped through the east and to Europe. In Paris, Nadir and Erik split ways, Nadir finding his place in the French police system and Erik doing whatever it was that he was doing. He promised though, that he would watch over Erik and ensure he wasn’t doing anything stupid, of course, that didn’t quite work out as Nadir had planned.
During his scarce free time, Nadir would find any excuse to go find the man he had vowed to keep an eye on and checked in. Obviously, he was doing well for himself, even in Paris and Nadir didn’t have cause to be so concerned, up until recent events.
When Erik started to misbehave, that meant Nadir had to take a more active role in preventing him from doing such stupid, silly things. Naturally of course, finding him and preventing him from doing anything was nearly impossible and more often than not, Nadir is on a wild goose chase, rather than actually doing much of anything. When he does do something, Nadir can usually manage to find a way to get to him and make a good attempt at reprimand, and naturally that doesn’t work either. It’s incredibly difficult to get through to a man with a skull as thick as Erik’s.
He finds it incredibly difficult to do anything about his ‘friend’ and feels more like a doting parent than a friend. Naturally, his parenting doesn’t do much and only serves an annoyance to Erik, but perhaps that is the best way to be. If he is as annoying as possible then Erik might reconsider things (not that he actually expects that).
As of now, he is doing all in his power to fix any problems Erik is making and smoothing over the edges of the problems without letting too much information escape. He’s succeeding to some degree; of course, Erik is a bit harder to control than the idiot masses of the Opera House.
Participate in the story of the Phantom? In Nadir’s opinion, unfortunately he is quite involved. Allah save his soul.
Sample Post:
There were many entrances to the Opera House. Nadir was accustomed to most of them, unfortunately through Erik’s guidance, and as he slipped in through the side entrance, he looked up and down the hallway – keeping an eye out for the illusive man who he had taken responsibility for. Although it was bright outside, the inside of the opera was still cold and dark, foreboding to anyone who wasn’t really accustomed to the dreariness of the backstage.
It was early morning, the sun had just peaked over the horizon and the whole world was still standing still in the morning sun. Nadir had always been an early riser; of course, in the city of lights it wasn’t hard to believe that he was the only one up around this time of day. He had already finished his early morning prayers and was going to start doing his rounds of the opera house, making sure that Erik wasn’t wandering about ready to ruin something else.
He was constantly out and about, doing things to drive the Daroga crazy, it seemed. Although Nadir was quite sure it wasn’t that he was trying to be an annoyance to everyone, he felt like he was annoyed most, having to take care of much of what Erik messed up. He shivered involuntarily, imagining having to deal with La Carlotta again, and he started to move through the hallways, quickly scaling the empty hallways, not surprised to find no life moving around at such an early hour.
Of course, as he moved further into the Opera house, he soon found out that he wasn’t the only lurker so early. A young girl, no more than ten, was traipsing around in her night dress, looking rather frantic. Nadir arched an eyebrow and cautiously approached. He wasn’t in the habit of being nice to anyone, but a young girl with nothing that could possibly harm him was an exception. “What is wrong?” he asked in a Persian heavy accent, towering over the young girl.
She jumped up and looked at him with her tearing brown eyes, big as a doe’s and a trembling lip which ceased its movement. The young girl stammered slightly, playing with her blonde curls out of nervous habit and she looked around, unsure of an exit she could take. “Well young lady?” he asked again, his eye momentarily ticking with anger and agitation. He didn’t want to have to wait this long for an answer, and the young girl’s nervousness was another source of frustration for Nadir.
He wasn’t particularly happy about this situation, especially because she was shaking like a leaf. Yes, Nadir was tall, yes he was angry looking, but he wasn’t doing anything that should scare her. Indeed, he was just doing his job, more than he could say for a lot of the people who worked in the Opera house.
“I-I saw him Monsieur!” the young lady sobbed out, new streams of tears flowing down her alabaster cheeks. “I-I-I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk Monsieur, and there he was! Oh he was scary Monsieur! So very scary!” she seemed unable to control herself and her sobbing, which made Nadir very uncomfortable. He inched away slowly and looked around. He did not deal very well with crying, especially when it was a girl doing so. His sympathetic side didn’t really show and he felt nothing but agitation and anxiousness over her display. Although, he did realize one important thing - Erik was lurking around somewhere, which meant he had to find him. Grumbling to himself, Nadir ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“Thank you Mademoiselle,” he sighed, “You best get back to your quarters,” he added, his voice still holding onto that strong edge that his accent gave it. His French was excellent, but he couldn’t manage to get the accent down, his Persian roots showing quite vividly through his voice and appearance. It worked in his favor sometimes; however, it became exceedingly difficult to gather information.
The little girl seemed to take the hint and scurried off quickly, her little feet alerting everyone to her presence as she ran. Nadir rolled his eyes and began to walk quickly through the halls of the Opera, leaving the girl to go on her own. She would find her way back at some point; after all, the little girl wasn’t far from the dorms. However, Erik was far from where he was supposed to be, and Nadir needed to find him. Sometimes, he really disliked Erik – very much.