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Nazar Phanuel
" Open the eye of truth."
Age 23 Gender Male. Faction Asche Syndicate Tier Freshman Face Claim Decim – Death parade. OOC Name Moonheim |
Character Traits
Date of Birth: Sep 22, 3 AV
Species: Human.
Romantic Orientation: Pansexual.
Aura Color: Magenta.
Height: 167 Cm.
Weight: 62 kg.
Color Naming Rule: “Nazar” A famous kind of blue and white amulet donned to guard against the evil eye.
Species: Human.
Romantic Orientation: Pansexual.
Aura Color: Magenta.
Height: 167 Cm.
Weight: 62 kg.
Color Naming Rule: “Nazar” A famous kind of blue and white amulet donned to guard against the evil eye.
Combat & Inventory
Panopticon
Rank of Semblance: D
Semblance Type: Passive.
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: (When looking at a person or conversation, Nazar can see subtitles of what's being spoken)
Description of Semblance: Panopticon allows Nazar to, when looking at a certain person or a group having a conversation, read and translate the air distortion around these people into a line of yellow subtitles that appear on the lower part of his field of view.
This semblance was always active ever since Nazar was born, and can be used to read without a problem even whispers or conversations being held far away (As long as they are within the reach of his semblance)
Panopticon also works around radio and scroll produced sound, as it works by translating the subtle air distortions around the speakers.
Drawbacks of Semblance: This subtitles appear as a physical and visible thing manifesting inside Nazar’s eyes, so any person close to him could notice something is wrong when looking at his eyes (Or even getting to read the subtitles themselves if they look close enough)
Secret codes or foreign languages are subtitled as well, but this doesn’t mean that Nazar can actually understand them.
Eyes of the beholder
Rank of Weapon(s): E
Description of Weapons(s): Eyes of the beholder are two scoped sawn off shotguns that combine to form a pair of night vision/binocular headset.
Non-Combat Abilities
Name of Non-Combat Ability:In Disguises no one knows (Disguise)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: E.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Nazar makes extensive use of makeup, wardrobe and wigs paired with an innate ability to improvise disguises and attires from practically nothing.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: A beast of many heads (Acting)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: E.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Nazar uses his acting skills to lie and pretend to be any of a number of different characters and personalities he can adopt on the drop of a hat.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Hides the face, lies the snake (Stealth)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Over the years, Nazar has learned to be sneaky, to always look for backdoors and hiding spots with which to infiltrate strategic points and escape from any hairy situation.
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Rank of Semblance: D
Semblance Type: Passive.
One Sentence Summary of Semblance: (When looking at a person or conversation, Nazar can see subtitles of what's being spoken)
Description of Semblance: Panopticon allows Nazar to, when looking at a certain person or a group having a conversation, read and translate the air distortion around these people into a line of yellow subtitles that appear on the lower part of his field of view.
This semblance was always active ever since Nazar was born, and can be used to read without a problem even whispers or conversations being held far away (As long as they are within the reach of his semblance)
Panopticon also works around radio and scroll produced sound, as it works by translating the subtle air distortions around the speakers.
Drawbacks of Semblance: This subtitles appear as a physical and visible thing manifesting inside Nazar’s eyes, so any person close to him could notice something is wrong when looking at his eyes (Or even getting to read the subtitles themselves if they look close enough)
Secret codes or foreign languages are subtitled as well, but this doesn’t mean that Nazar can actually understand them.
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Eyes of the beholder
Rank of Weapon(s): E
Description of Weapons(s): Eyes of the beholder are two scoped sawn off shotguns that combine to form a pair of night vision/binocular headset.
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Non-Combat Abilities
Name of Non-Combat Ability:In Disguises no one knows (Disguise)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: E.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Nazar makes extensive use of makeup, wardrobe and wigs paired with an innate ability to improvise disguises and attires from practically nothing.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: A beast of many heads (Acting)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: E.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Nazar uses his acting skills to lie and pretend to be any of a number of different characters and personalities he can adopt on the drop of a hat.
Name of Non-Combat Ability: Hides the face, lies the snake (Stealth)
Rank of Non-Combat Ability: F.
Description of Non-Combat Ability: Over the years, Nazar has learned to be sneaky, to always look for backdoors and hiding spots with which to infiltrate strategic points and escape from any hairy situation.
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Biography
Personality/History Freeform
They said I was an accursed child, that I knew things I had no way of knowing.
But I really did have a very simple way of doing so! You just had to read the bright yellow letters and everything became clear as water, no mater how far or how low, you just need to be able to read, that's all.
But they never listened, they only cried madness and damnation and left me to rot on a solitary basement... “Until I learned my lesson” they said, until I became normal.
Days and days on end with no further distraction than the food tray delivered daily to me by a ventilation duct. Days with nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to... Nothing to read.
Until I eventually managed, somehow, to read something, something deeply rooted within the confines of my mind.
Of what I read that day I will speak no world, this is the one and only secret I’ll take to my grave.
But once I had that newfound knowledge, I immediately new what I had to do.
I accepted my family’s requests and started acting more “normal” as they called, no more talks about vibrant yellow letters or speaking of things that they didn’t want to be spoken.
Two weeks later I ran away and told the cops that my father was buying stolen goods from a famous band of thieves from around here. I guided them to the proofs of him and my mother’s involvement with the group and fortunately that was the last I ever heard of them.
I tried to live a normal life, but it simply felt... tasteless.
Did I really needed a reason to do what I was doing? I simply disliked the monotony of the menial work most simple-minded slaves subjected themselves to. “Life is horrible and then you die” They said, ignoring that they were the makers of their own misery.
Of course life is meaningless, of course only the emptiness of the void and oblivion awaits us, us who are nothing but loose ideas dancing randomly into the wind and the whim of fate... But considering that everything is the same in the cold, dark end, I’ve decided we ought to at least have a little fun during our time on this cycle.
And I had found just the right toy to make the rest of my existence more... interesting.
Petty people liked to hold secrets as they were treasures. Hoarding them like a hungry dragon condemned to guard a sacred stone of greed for all eternity.
But in the end, secrets are such a funny thing in reality, specially when exposed for the whole world to see. Be a butcher, baker or candlestick maker, or a general, a chancellor or king, they were all the same in the end, slaves to their whims just like myself.
Humans were no different to whims. A pretty wig and make up, and I was a woman, add a fake tail or ears and you got yourself a faunus, returned with a fake mustache and a nice suit, and I was a man again. Changing like the tides of a raging sea.
In the end there was no difference, a tall woman or a small man, a simple waiter or the new military trainee from a foreign nation, a far away relative visiting town, an accountant or a lawyer to whom confess things you’d never tell even your husband or your wife... A confessor... A priest...
So I’ve decided I’ll take hold of your deepest, darkest secrets, and they will be mine to play with, to buy, sell, reveal or conceal and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
Even less since I received a most interesting message to my scroll from a certain Nyx woman with a most delicious invitation to her little group of sad misfits and misguided revolutionaries.
So I’ve decided to humor her and her lovely rag doll, Gryphen. And joined as a spy for the merry band of scoundrels so I would gain to access the information and resources necessary to find and take hold of the most priced and well guarded secrets of this whole wide world... And maybe even have some little fun with my new brothers in arms, and their petty strives and squabbles with the certainty that no harm nor misfortune could ever came my way.
Because this eyes of mine can see trough the shame and weakness of every man.
They said I had a demon inside me.
They said I was an accursed child, that I knew things I had no way of knowing.
But I really did have a very simple way of doing so! You just had to read the bright yellow letters and everything became clear as water, no mater how far or how low, you just need to be able to read, that's all.
But they never listened, they only cried madness and damnation and left me to rot on a solitary basement... “Until I learned my lesson” they said, until I became normal.
Days and days on end with no further distraction than the food tray delivered daily to me by a ventilation duct. Days with nothing to do, nothing to see, nothing to... Nothing to read.
Until I eventually managed, somehow, to read something, something deeply rooted within the confines of my mind.
Of what I read that day I will speak no world, this is the one and only secret I’ll take to my grave.
But once I had that newfound knowledge, I immediately new what I had to do.
I accepted my family’s requests and started acting more “normal” as they called, no more talks about vibrant yellow letters or speaking of things that they didn’t want to be spoken.
Two weeks later I ran away and told the cops that my father was buying stolen goods from a famous band of thieves from around here. I guided them to the proofs of him and my mother’s involvement with the group and fortunately that was the last I ever heard of them.
I tried to live a normal life, but it simply felt... tasteless.
Did I really needed a reason to do what I was doing? I simply disliked the monotony of the menial work most simple-minded slaves subjected themselves to. “Life is horrible and then you die” They said, ignoring that they were the makers of their own misery.
Of course life is meaningless, of course only the emptiness of the void and oblivion awaits us, us who are nothing but loose ideas dancing randomly into the wind and the whim of fate... But considering that everything is the same in the cold, dark end, I’ve decided we ought to at least have a little fun during our time on this cycle.
And I had found just the right toy to make the rest of my existence more... interesting.
Petty people liked to hold secrets as they were treasures. Hoarding them like a hungry dragon condemned to guard a sacred stone of greed for all eternity.
But in the end, secrets are such a funny thing in reality, specially when exposed for the whole world to see. Be a butcher, baker or candlestick maker, or a general, a chancellor or king, they were all the same in the end, slaves to their whims just like myself.
Humans were no different to whims. A pretty wig and make up, and I was a woman, add a fake tail or ears and you got yourself a faunus, returned with a fake mustache and a nice suit, and I was a man again. Changing like the tides of a raging sea.
In the end there was no difference, a tall woman or a small man, a simple waiter or the new military trainee from a foreign nation, a far away relative visiting town, an accountant or a lawyer to whom confess things you’d never tell even your husband or your wife... A confessor... A priest...
So I’ve decided I’ll take hold of your deepest, darkest secrets, and they will be mine to play with, to buy, sell, reveal or conceal and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
Even less since I received a most interesting message to my scroll from a certain Nyx woman with a most delicious invitation to her little group of sad misfits and misguided revolutionaries.
So I’ve decided to humor her and her lovely rag doll, Gryphen. And joined as a spy for the merry band of scoundrels so I would gain to access the information and resources necessary to find and take hold of the most priced and well guarded secrets of this whole wide world... And maybe even have some little fun with my new brothers in arms, and their petty strives and squabbles with the certainty that no harm nor misfortune could ever came my way.
Because this eyes of mine can see trough the shame and weakness of every man.
And right now, these demon eyes are settled on you.