Hamud.

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Amestrian Militant

A pointless tautology. Life’s just that way… a lot. Kullu shay mut'azen, wallashay sa'h. Everything is permitted, nothing is true.
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FULL NAME:
→ Hamud Alim Abd-Al-Rahman.

AGE:
→ 25.

SEX:
→ Male.

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Where your character's from.

RACE:
→ Human.

DEPARTMENT:
→ (Check the military thread in the MDA Library for Department listing)

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ When was your character born?

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HEIGHT:
→ In centimeters.

WEIGHT:
→ In kilograms.

PICTURE:
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DESCRIPTION:
→ One paragraph minimum of what your character looks like. Include hair color and style, eye color, body shape, skin tone, style of dress, any stand out features or scars, and if you want to go into more detail, include their mannerisms, how they walk and move, their voice, etc. Must be at least 150 words.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Normally a sympathetic individual, possessing a somber sympathy, Hamud closely understands the feelings of others, leaning toward the deep end of life. To be deep is simply an effect of his inherent character. Although oftentimes not showing it or acting on it, Hamud holds compassion for others; he would rather those he cares for be in a eudemonic place. But he purposely renders these aspects of his nature obscure. And he does the same with his propensity to be empathetic. With quick intelligence for understanding, he actively makes an effort to understand others as best he can. Being a person with a proclivity to be imposing, as opposed to subtle, brings an intensity that creates an effective dulling of the thought that he is a man acting with the interests of others at heart. He can’t help it. It is just his way of putting off others. A fear infested with paranoia. Certainly, it is a ploy designed just so, without doubt to keep others at arms’ length, in hopes that all but the most perceptive can burn through his foggy atmosphere. So he hopes. Reality is something different altogether and people don’t work that way. After all, not everyone is obtuse enough not to see it. For what it is worth, he realizes the failings of his design.

Hamud’s intense bearing manifests in a variety of forms. For one, he has a tendency to act without regard to personal space. In fact, he seems totally oblivious to such things, as he disregards personal space and comes as close to erasing the invisible lines in the sand as possible. Oftentimes, he doesn’t just make a path in the line, he destroys it entirely. It’s just his way, and it is as much a manipulation tactic as it is a quirk of the personality. He doesn’t seem to mind all that much how others perceive this quirk of his, unless that person is someone whose opinion he values. Then it disturbs him to have accumulated their distaste, and he makes an honest effort to explain himself, to better things.

Ironically, Hamud is deeply unsettled when people invade his space by messing with his things—this includes his clothing, while it is on his body. By his reaction, you might think he was suddenly forced to stare into the mouth of Hell, tossed into some abysmal chasm to endure all the horrors of evil in the world. He takes certain trivial things to extremes like that, overreacting to them as if in serious trouble. It’s this that make his nonchalant—even flippant, at times—attitude towards certain serious dilemmas that puts his action in stark contrast, such that people that don’t know him might mistake him for a terribly backwards person.

Hamud tends to be a reasonable person, and despite his emotions poking out their heads, he opts for keeping things under control. He likes to restrain his feelings, but he is usually fair in regard to more delicate variables, to take a step back and look at the scenery through rational eyes. His views are inclined to practicality, but steeped in the theoretical where the theoretical may be applied advantageously. What makes his style of reasoning different is that he takes account of the individual mindsets of the subjects involved in his reasoning. All plans or conclusions heavily take into account that pertinent subjective variable. Understanding is, therefore, a crucial step in his thought process—and it is fortunate that actively trying to figure out others is his intrinsic amaranth. He has always been one to hyperfocus on the present first. Rather, he is a man who sees the situation at hand and is then inspired to view the big picture. A lot more thought of intricacy and depth rolls through his mind than may be understood.

He tends to think visually, his cognitive style manifesting a kaleidoscope of images; words tend to be in images, even. He becomes so consumed by his own mental voyages that he loses track of the outside world, but if he is nudged out of his quasi-trance, he is more than happy to share commentary on his thoughts. Getting him to notice is only a matter of arousing his attention, which is not difficult. Verily, it is a fairly simple act to draw his focus; he is often hypervigilant, and so, if he doesn’t respond, it is more likely that he is purposely ignoring than not paying attention.

A bright man with a brisk mind, at his core, Hamud’s mental acumen often hides behind an intentional pretense of inattentive unintelligence. Every act in this regard is deliberate, but seems natural. On his best day, his meticulous, discerning observations abrade or provoke, careful cunning cutting deep into the flesh of his target. Hamud takes great advantage of the reactions his actions elicit; in this, his eccentric approach is most apparent. It is then that his creative methods of reading people become evident. And he is an excellent reader of people, using truly inspired systems. Particularly, his ability manifests to eye once the object of his procedure infers a notion of what he is doing. The downside that breaks the clever scheme, which hides him, is that once he begins to ‘size up’ the mark, the whole plan starts to unravel.

Hamud focuses so intently on getting into the other person’s shoes that he begins to, in a sense, become that person. His mannerisms become a foggy mixture of his own and of that person’s, and as his powers of observation and attention wrap ever more tightly around the object of his interest, he unconsciously begins to imitate that person’s every move, until every move feels his own. When he knows that person well enough, he acts in such synchronization with that person that he tends to think of what they would do before they themselves do it. It is quite like watching a parrot, but instead of repeating the words, it is like standing before an incredibly tiresome mime that seems to have a peeping hole into your thoughts.

His invasion of other peoples’ personal spaces is not for a lack of social skills. It is just that he typically abandons most general social graces commonly practiced, set aside for his own approaches, approaches that just tend not to bode well with others. Indeed, usually, compared to others, one might find him peculiar; he has always been a bit weird, even before. He is not at all reserved in the things he says. With unsettling straightforwardness and candor, he states simply the complex and even the vulgar. Never does his manner speak for his understanding of a situation or thing. Often, in fact, it downplays his comprehension a great deal. Quite free-mouthed certainly, the man does not attempt to censor his thoughts with euphemisms; oh, no, if he feels attraction towards you, if what he has to say is pertinent, if he feels the need to say it, he declares it. You would hear from him without hesitation a want to bed you, as well as all other things that he could say. It is just his way, and sometimes it creates awkward situations. Most people don’t enjoy being spoken to with such uninhibited frankness. Many are offended. He certainly doesn’t seem to mind, but life is too short and chances too little to have any sort of regret or waste.

The faster things are done, the more that can be done, but that’s not to disregard precision and accuracy. Things must be done right. Nothing is better than a job done swiftly and rightly. Masters of a trade do not suffer poor quality for speed, but attain impressive speed with superior quality. This philosophy most fervently characterizes Hamud. He believes that one should strive for a balance between the two, a sureness of quality and quantity in life, but also in that one should seek harmony in his environment. Despite this, he seems the very antithesis of what he believes in, and that which he wishes to become. What deep thoughts about the amusingness of this fact occupy his mind on silent, pensive days than he is left to his own devices?

Unusually, Hamud is as analytical as he is intuitive; these qualities run strong in him and, aided by his considerable intellect, remain two of his greatest assets. Typically, he analyzes what he intuits, and he appreciates likewise by intuition what he analyzes. This amalgam of methods is complemented by a keen insight into the mind; though not endowed with formal psychological training, he is an excellent intuitive psychologist, understanding at least enough about the human mind to exploit its vulnerabilities. Hamud takes advantage of many methods used by con artists.

A flexible thinker, Hamud is capable of thinking linearly and nonlinearly, but he applies both methods, complementally. Essentially, he employs the fusion of the two methods of thought—each one considerably effective on its own—to achieve even greater efficiency. It has grown a preference for him, so much so that using either method separately generally doesn’t even occur to him anymore.

Hamud is not fearful by nature. There is very little that he fears. Life has seen to the disestablishment of such responses. Something more cerebral and cold replaces it. This nigh-absence of fear borders on the abnormal. It is more likely for him to have his foes pulling their hair in exasperation at the sheer lack of reachable fears than for him to be fearful, and many of things that he does fear are inevitabilities in life, things which would happen, one way or another, even without someone pushing them to occur.

Although hiding a great deal from others, especially regarding his capabilities, profound things are occasioned to be entrusted to others. Largely, it is a matter of trust. When he decides disclose his secrets of his own volition, it is no mystery that Hamud is perhaps the smartest guy in the room. Rather than tell, he shows what is then apparent. He feels no shame demonstrating his gifts to their fullest. Despite this display, he is not arrogant, smoothly overlooking any display of provocation drawing to the manner in which he conducts himself. In fact, he is rather humble. Although he doesn’t particularly mind being made the arrogant personification of hubris, Hamud seems to be very distraught and bothered by being made the fool. He is openly quite irritated when others mock or belittle him, underestimating him through derision and ridicule. To be downplayed, to him, is rather an insulting thing to behold. When others best him through flawed methods, flaws he sees but cannot remedy (some systems are just so), it perturbs him to no end. That is why he dislikes games, tending to find them flawed or inadequate. And the shallow insufficiency of that is just too much for him to bear. Existence has no much more to offer. Why settle for the small-minded games of lesser minds concerned with flaunting superiority, as the victor of such frivolous games, when there are greater arenas in which to participate? Of course, it all depends on his mood and present mental condition. When his condition protrudes, quite a different scene unfolds.

Schizoaffective Hamud behaves partially like a different person. At the zenith of his pathology’s manifestation, it is rather apparent that he is heavily affected. The presence of mind, at that point, to obscure anything is of least prominence. Hamud is of a mixed type, which means that he experiences mania or depression—sometimes both—concurrently with schizophrenic symptoms. During his episodes, he has, most usually, been known to experience one type during one episode and another type during another. At times, he cycles. He has a history of rapid-cycling, but typically, in more recent years, depressed mood is the dominate mood in this pathological state. Before, deep depression swung to extreme elation or intense agitation—depression, mania, or hypomania alternating, cyclically, during this time he is impaired. Much changes in him, much which is apparent.

In his depression, a lonely sadness infects his existence—and he is consumed by a boredom of life, tired of it and, worse yet, at the far end, lethargic. His delusions overcome his rationality; he becomes nothing; and as nothingness he is, he fades from the conscious world, sometimes in sleep, taking solace in the unconscious. Morbid thoughts infest his mind, further warped by delusions, obfuscating reality. As he descends deeper into the water, all he feels is emptiness and despair, an all-consuming hopelessness that dominates his sense of self. His thinking processes and moods are disrupted a great deal. It is a procellous cyclicality that, eventually, pervades him—a morbid tiding of alternating moods and impairments. His mind does not work well in that state, cognitively or functionally, tending to be infested with bizarre hallucinations and delusions.

Manic Hamud is much like a looming mallet thundering upon one’s awareness like an incandescent flash of numbing energy. Enthusiasm and excitement about life and most anything else that manages to slip into his interest characterize him. A mind jumping with thoughts, abnormally swift, bursts with energy, as every action floods with excessive vigor, seeming to reach a level all its own. Hamud bounces off the walls, here and there, to and from, finished with ten things before others finish one. More typically, whatever is started ends half-finished, leaving a trail of incomplete ideas and plans.

Normally, even outside of his episodes, he feels much dissociated from life and the world in general, generally dissatisfied, and often, it takes every bit of willpower he can squeeze out of himself to remain afloat. Usually, though, it is the external, not the internal, that firmly anchors him to reality. People tend to be the chains that bind the boat ashore. His often-disagreeable behaviors tend to act as repellent of such people; it is not easy to break his shell and manage to grow close to him. Perhaps it is the self-loathing part of him believing that it is for the best, the side that believes he doesn’t deserve close relationships or love or friendship. The side that cynically holds the belief that the safety of keeping the cellar hatch barred shut outweighs the potential pain of braving the storm. That side is not dominant, but it lurks just beneath the surface, at all points in time, and it poisons everything. It is a side that plays town crier, a bellman-like mechanism spreading doubt and uncertainty, breeding reluctance. Although he is not always so detached from reality that he is psychotic or possessed by delusions, there is always that sense of melancholic segregation that makes him feel like he is dreaming.

Hamud is a survivor. For the width of his life, he has grown accustomed to surviving on his own, with little or no aid received from others. Although he can adapt adequately to operate in togetherness with others, he will likely always perform best by his lonesome. Simply, he finds it difficult to trust others; not only because he sometimes doubts his own judgments and perceptions, but because he fathoms human nature on a more profound level. Therefore, he realizes just how deceitful and wicked people can be. Humanistic syzygy is not his to attain—not now.
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HISTORY:
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TRIVIA:
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Hamud is a bibliophile; he adores books and habitually reads anything he can get his hands on.
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[Reila Tsukino]

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