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Amjad was born to the normal world; his mother was a British Egyptologist, and his father a history teacher, the story of how they met & how it all started has always fascinated him, the most pure form of chance encounter, both were at a café with friends and both got up but she was pushed into his way, and he for some reason didn't just help her and walk past but conversed with her, years later they were married. Quite the coincidence that one was, He always mused. | Amjad was born to the normal world; his mother was a British Egyptologist, and his father a history teacher, the story of how they met & how it all started has always fascinated him, the most pure form of chance encounter, both were at a café with friends and both got up but she was pushed into his way, and he for some reason didn't just help her and walk past but conversed with her, years later they were married. Quite the coincidence that one was, He always mused. | ||
| − | Amjad had a normal childhood, aside from an obsession with Ancient Egypt that was impressive to his parents, his mother nurtured his love for reading and history, though to hers and her father's shame, the child cared for nothing other than reading, He always seemed older than his age implied, surprisingly more intelligent than his peers & far more sophisticated, he devoured classics like snacks when he was merely 12 and though beginning his life with an unfathomable lust for knowledge in all fields, he became more focused on the ancient world, literature to him was not merely a means of escapism but he always would analyze the works of art he reads or looks at for codes and hidden meanings, He couldn't help but think the world had to be more interesting than whatever this is he saw in the news or heard his father talk about with his friends….Politics was all well and good but still it was too boring, his life was boring, his years in college, and how being of two worlds made life in Egypt difficult for him | + | Amjad had a normal childhood, aside from an obsession with Ancient Egypt that was impressive to his parents, his mother nurtured his love for reading and history, though to hers and her father's shame, the child cared for nothing other than reading, He always seemed older than his age implied, surprisingly more intelligent than his peers & far more sophisticated, he devoured classics like snacks when he was merely 12 and though beginning his life with an unfathomable lust for knowledge in all fields, he became more focused on the ancient world, literature to him was not merely a means of escapism but he always would analyze the works of art he reads or looks at for codes and hidden meanings, He couldn't help but think the world had to be more interesting than whatever this is he saw in the news or heard his father talk about with his friends….Politics was all well and good but still it was too boring, his life was boring, his years in college, and how being of two worlds made life in Egypt difficult for him. |
| − | After going through high school | + | After going through high school, he majored in Law, besides his studies he continued to grow intellectually; expanding his trove of knowledge in literature, art, poetry & the cultures of the Ancient world, he desired to be a novelist at some point of his life, though he was busy working several jobs for he never seemed to stabilize in one place, as much as he "preferred" stability, like all humans; people were afraid of change and he recognized this but he noticed how his life rarely if ever settled, his routine was somewhat fixed, composed mainly of reading or gaming if not surfing the web for more information, he always loved to dig, he'd have been an amazing Archaeologist if only he followed his mother's advice. |
| − | His was a normal childhood, marred by one accident, His mother loved him dearly and one time his father was abroad on business in London, so his mother took him with her to an archaeological dig in the deserts, a Tomb of a Vizier of ancient Egypt, during the time of the New Kingdom, it was a Tomb well hidden, his Mother worked Decades to find it, the crown jewel of all her work, so she couldn't leave it unattended but also couldn't leave her son as his father was already abroad, so she took him with her, during one of the days the boy woke up in the middle of the night, as if heeding some unseen, unheard alarm, he | + | His was a normal childhood, marred by one accident, His mother loved him dearly and one time his father was abroad on business in London, so his mother took him with her to an archaeological dig in the deserts, a Tomb of a Vizier of ancient Egypt, during the time of the New Kingdom, it was a Tomb well hidden, his Mother worked Decades to find it, the crown jewel of all her work, so she couldn't leave it unattended but also couldn't leave her son as his father was already abroad, so she took him with her, during one of the days the boy woke up in the middle of the night, as if heeding some unseen, unheard alarm, he walked into the tomb and he was not seen again till sunrise…his mother found him in front of the Tomb's entrance, something changed in him, When she looked into his eyes he seemed to have aged millennia in the span of one night, and she would sometimes catch glimpses of him speaking to himself and drawing some odd symbols with his fingers in the sand, in the air, He'd just look as if he sees another world entirely then…he'd be centered again. |
Nobody knows what happened in that tomb, but the workers said they found handprints on certain walls though they couldn't seem to open at all, The accident itself didn't seem to harm the little boy at the time, he grew up normally enough. | Nobody knows what happened in that tomb, but the workers said they found handprints on certain walls though they couldn't seem to open at all, The accident itself didn't seem to harm the little boy at the time, he grew up normally enough. | ||
| − | + | Amjad took to the writing Medium, He always had a gift with words, even he himself did not understand, His novels often contain glimpses of a world that's ancient, resembling the history of the world we all know, but with a much darker twist...He almost tried his hand in every genre, His most notable work; the Black Sun, was a pseudo-history novel that spoke of Akhenaten & the Aten in a differing light entirely, Amjad was secretly biased against Monotheism, especially in Ancient Egypt. His take on the Enlightened Pharaoh who first broke the idea to Ancient Egypt after the days of the Hyksos' Apep, was intriguing and earned him severe backlash but like all his novels it also earned him critical acclaim for the commentary on the decay of modern civilization & how the modern man and his life pales in significance and comparison to that of the Ancient Man. | |
| − | + | Amjad wrote under a Pseudonym, thanks to his desire to live a private and quiet life content with selling more books and enjoying the financial gain. although sometimes his published works were fought in an odd way, bigger books from bigger names would be launched, an accident in the publisher's offices would deny his work from getting published, a shadow war was being fought against his work, and he never understood why, after all these were all just works of fiction. | |
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But Backlash & acclaim? that wasn't all his novels earned him... He also earned something else, he attracted the Attention of the Big players. | But Backlash & acclaim? that wasn't all his novels earned him... He also earned something else, he attracted the Attention of the Big players. | ||
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=• The Secret War •= | =• The Secret War •= | ||
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The day of the Tokyo bombing was just a day to him, he finished his work early, left for his place, took a bath and ate a little then headed off to his friend's place for a TTRPG session, it all went so normally but he couldn't help but see something or rather someone always hidden in the side of his gaze, hidden but not too hidden, a man draped in green robes, whenever he turned to look at him, he was no longer there, it unnerved him slightly but the rest of the day gave him no reason to be too paranoid, after the session ended he went home and lied in his bed, gazing into the ceiling just listening to a podcast he was not aware of Tokyo at all, the podcast turned to static noise as he fell asleep, he had an odd vision but despite how he wanted to feel....he felt right. Especially after he woke up, when that first explosion of Anima triggered in him, he was delighted, he smiled, he laughed, this was magic, and even though he spent a week or so trying to stop himself from destroying his apartment he was excited at the prospect, to do magic. To help protect the world. He was somewhat idealistic, must have been the effect of all this heavy immersion in fantasy. There was a knock on the door....Everything can change. | The day of the Tokyo bombing was just a day to him, he finished his work early, left for his place, took a bath and ate a little then headed off to his friend's place for a TTRPG session, it all went so normally but he couldn't help but see something or rather someone always hidden in the side of his gaze, hidden but not too hidden, a man draped in green robes, whenever he turned to look at him, he was no longer there, it unnerved him slightly but the rest of the day gave him no reason to be too paranoid, after the session ended he went home and lied in his bed, gazing into the ceiling just listening to a podcast he was not aware of Tokyo at all, the podcast turned to static noise as he fell asleep, he had an odd vision but despite how he wanted to feel....he felt right. Especially after he woke up, when that first explosion of Anima triggered in him, he was delighted, he smiled, he laughed, this was magic, and even though he spent a week or so trying to stop himself from destroying his apartment he was excited at the prospect, to do magic. To help protect the world. He was somewhat idealistic, must have been the effect of all this heavy immersion in fantasy. There was a knock on the door....Everything can change. | ||
| − | Amjad woke up and found himself in a neighborhood he never been to before, the signs were in a foreign language….it looked Asian, which is why he doesn't recognize it, that's not the only odd thing here…. | + | Amjad woke up and found himself in a neighborhood he never been to before, the signs were in a foreign language….it looked Asian, which is why he doesn't recognize it, that's not the only odd thing here…. |
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| − | As he stumbled around the neighborhood he managed to find a market, then a small hotel, he went in and to his luck found someone that managed to speak English….but the things that person said were….rather | + | As he stumbled around the neighborhood he managed to find a market, then a small hotel, he went in and to his luck found someone that managed to speak English….but the things that person said were….rather illuminating. |
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=• The Storyteller •= | =• The Storyteller •= | ||
| − | Amjad has always loved a good story, he loved learning about histories, and when his powers manifested and he was taken, he devoured any piece of new knowledge with a remarkable zeal, prior to his awakening as he calls it, he always believed that he wasn't of this day and age, his belief in reincarnation grants him a certain delusion that his life began in Ancient Egypt, and it shows in how he looks; he is almost always seen sporting an eyeliner shaped in the style of the Ancient Egyptians, a call back to his ideals, where he feels he truly should've been born. And yet to be of this modern day and age is good because it gives him access to more stories, more inspiration. This might be a boon for him, for in the Secret world; Lore is not just tall tales, but an echo of a power that a dedicated soul may turn into a thundering boom of potency. So he strives to learn. His nature is such a great asset for people almost always feel compelled to tell him their stories or things they went through, it makes him one of the Dragon's greatest assets in intelligence gathering and he, unbeknownst to him, is one of their favored variables. His goals however are focused simply on understanding, and on finding more stories, an obsession he had prior to what he calls "his awakening" but one that seemed amplified by his induction into the Secret War, and while it is mostly harmless for others, his knowledge-seeking has a dark side, rumor has it that his time in the field made him willing to understand more of the nature of the Filth and the Dreamers, though nothing serious surfaced that condemns or questions his loyalties for his outward demeanor hides his curiosity, and fascination with the Dreamers and their machinations. | + | Amjad has always loved a good story, he loved learning about histories, and when his powers manifested and he was taken, he devoured any piece of new knowledge with a remarkable zeal, prior to his awakening as he calls it, he always believed that he wasn't of this day and age, his belief in reincarnation grants him a certain delusion that his life began in Ancient Egypt, and it shows in how he looks; he is almost always seen sporting an eyeliner shaped in the style of the Ancient Egyptians, a call back to his ideals, where he feels he truly should've been born. And yet to be of this modern day and age is good because it gives him access to more stories, more inspiration. |
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| + | This might be a boon for him, for in the Secret world; Lore is not just tall tales, but an echo of a power that a dedicated soul may turn into a thundering boom of potency. So he strives to learn. His nature is such a great asset for people almost always feel compelled to tell him their stories or things they went through, it makes him one of the Dragon's greatest assets in intelligence gathering and he, unbeknownst to him, is one of their favored variables. | ||
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| + | His goals however are focused simply on understanding, and on finding more stories, an obsession he had prior to what he calls "his awakening" but one that seemed amplified by his induction into the Secret War, and while it is mostly harmless for others, his knowledge-seeking has a dark side, rumor has it that his time in the field made him willing to understand more of the nature of the Filth and the Dreamers, though nothing serious surfaced that condemns or questions his loyalties for his outward demeanor hides his curiosity, and fascination with the Dreamers and their machinations. | ||
=• Known Associates/Affiliations •= | =• Known Associates/Affiliations •= | ||
| − | Amjad's an agent of the Dragon, and his somewhat friendly demeanor and non-threatening appearance earned him many friends worldwide, his hunt for knowledge and artifacts and his Egyptian background led to him forming contacts within the Kingdom, whom he usually visits and shares drinks with one or two of its members, listening for their stories, Amjad also likes the Djinn and have been striving to win their respects for he sees them as unabashed masters of Elementalism, a branch of the mystic arts he wants to cover | + | Amjad's an agent of the Dragon, and his somewhat friendly demeanor and non-threatening appearance earned him many friends worldwide, his hunt for knowledge and artifacts and his Egyptian background led to him forming contacts within the Kingdom, whom he usually visits and shares drinks with one or two of its members, listening for their stories, Amjad also likes the Djinn and have been striving to win their respects for he sees them as unabashed masters of Elementalism, a branch of the mystic arts he wants to cover. |
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| − | + | To those looking, He's what he seems; In this day and Age, he is a man interested in the secrets buried beneath the artificial curb. The normal life he always lived was never to be his, he knew, One night he went to his sleep, his journal next to him as per usual, to scribble down the hints of the dreams he saw. The bomb went off in Tokyo, and the game changed, the Mother panicked and sent for her protectors, and one of them found him, the bee did not awaken magical potential, for his magical potential and his seeming unity with the world and its pulse granted him visions and dreams of the other ages and events he by no need should've known, and it aided him in more ways than one, it amplified the one already existing, it unlocked a new set of skills. | |
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| + | His first days after his awakening were teeming with research, the world was an open book, it was much simpler than the previous ages, the splendor of the pharaohs fell, in their stead came puppets that attempted to force glory, they knew not what the world meant, barbarians and usurpers wearing familiar skins & faces. They were nothing like the old ones. The Gods were silent to his prayers, the new gods of the world were electric & digital…they were false and hollow, insecure as the modern man, stumbling and lost…. | ||