Alim Abd-Al-Rahman, 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:
→ Amestris.

RACE:
→ Human.

DEPARTMENT:
→ Briggs; on sabbatical.

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ On the mid-evening of a Sunday, May, the 27th.

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HEIGHT:
→ 198.1 cm.

WEIGHT:
→ 96.1615 kg.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Despite being physically inactive during his sabbatical, Hamud is built like a bull. He is a large man, with a frame that, at close inspection, seems as though it could support a house roof. Having lived a sedentary life while on leave from the military does not appear to have impacted his overall mass much. Even so, the man is in poor shape for himself, hardly as fit as he once was. Previously, Hamud followed a strict regimen of exercise, and he was in optimal bodily condition. All contrary, Hamud has let himself go, and currently, he is not quite that imposing presence of physicality he once was. Still, there is something to be said for someone with bear-like thickness and bones that could be support beams.

Like most people of Ishvalan descent, Hamud possesses hair of solid white, brown skin, and eyes of burning crimson. Often, his face hides his insides, still of all expression, barring involuntary twitches. His eyes are more honest; all one need know is to look, and a thousand things can be seen in his eyes alone. His face is coated with facial hair, a long, scraggily beard, untrimmed, and head and face tends to hide behind lengthy hair, quite past his shoulders, unkempt.

The man has a light, airy voice, in contrast to his large stature. He walks with a stiff, uneven gait, and how he appears is dependent on where he has been and what he is doing; what sort of mood he has been in plays a large role in his general level of hygiene and person maintenance.

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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, one 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 actions 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 someone, if what he has to say is pertinent, if he feels the need to say it, he declares it. A person would hear from him without hesitation a want to bed them, 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 does decide to 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 so 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.
LOVE:
→ Cool weather; books; reading, writing; intelligent conversation with intelligent, understanding people; knowledge; intellect; perspicacity; shrewd operators; warm foods; soup; salads; teas, preferably iced; animals.

HATE:
→ Presumptuous people; decisions made out of ignorance; a lack of attempt made to grasp what others are all about; books treated poorly; hot weather.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Knows how to cook well.

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HISTORY:
→ The story of Hamud Alim Abd-Al-Rahman begins with the parents. His mother, a spirited girl with endless questions, barreled through childhood with all the eagerness and energy of a caged young pup. She wasn’t the brightest girl, but she was shrewd, and her mind was an insightful one. A hard-working young woman from infertile roots, Hamud’s mother decided, at a young age, to pursue life as a soldier. Her sights were set on making something of herself through her work alone; she simply and unwaveringly fixated on paving a path in the world—one all her own. Sure enough, the same simplicity and directness with which she had made herself resolute in the early years of her career remained her ally throughout—and stayed her preferences long into the late years of her life. Quickly, she became an up-and-comer in the Amestrian military, given to wield an increasing amount of authority. Later on, she would don the rank of brigadier general; only to rise further amongst the ranks of the military.

On assignment in the territories of Ishval’s people, Hamud’s mother met Hamud’s father, a young man who, on the other hand, lived in opposition to the ways natural to Hamud’s mother. Where his mother lived a life characterized by a straightforward, simplistic directness, his father thrived on complexity and depth. The father asked the probing questions in life; he explored every nook and cranny of every nook and cranny; and he found pleasure in philosophically enquiring into life’s every uncertainty. There was great calm and stability in his approach. Almost detachment. The man made discipline of restraining human passions welled up within him—a stoic figure who felt, but never allowed feeling to sweep him away, in any moment. This detachment from the day-to-day passions of human experience kept his objectivity sturdy, but it distanced him from the joys of human relations. Soon, he was an outsider to his own species, a lone wolf left to die. Wolves belonged in packs.

At that time in his life, Hamud’s father decided toward change; he married the mother of the soon-to-be –Hamud, packed up, and moved to Amestris. Roughly a year into the future, Hamud was born, an active infant, silent but aware.

Life had plans for Hamud, from the moment he was born to that enlightening moment when he found his way to the start of his determined proper path in life.

At a young age, Hamud discovered that asking the right questions simply wasn’t enough to get answers out of people. Always a bright, precocious child, he learned that he could ask and ask and ask, until he was blue in the face, and still nobody would—or perhaps could—offer him the information that he wanted. Young Hamud craved knowledge for knowledge’s sake; there was little reason involved. He simply wanted to know, and when he wanted to know, he stampeded single-mindedly toward his objective until he was satisfied. Nothing could deter his eager young mind from the pursuit of knowledge. Perhaps it was this inherent yearning for the hunt that drove Hamud to pursue an understanding of people. The thirst to know grew such that the young man started to develop his own systems of reading people. Hamud always tried to stare human nature in the eye, and he had a talent for probing the depths. However, poking at that nature and provoking it proved the greater talent in him; he always knew just what spot to jab in order to get the result he wanted. Often, he took to watching reactions, learning more in that than ever had he in natural situations. It was not this that set him apart from other children; contrarily, he simply did not fit in with the others. It wasn’t that he performed social experiments on them, however harmlessly.

From a young age, he showed a great talent in artistic endeavours. Such prodigious talent welled up within the young man that his father wanted him to pursue life as a painter, painting the natural world as Ishval had made it. Hamud’s mother, on the other hand, saw the keen sense in her boy and wanted him to climb the ladder of military ranks in Amestris. She wanted him to reach higher on the political realm than she ever had. The boy, on the other hand, rejected either path. He didn’t know what he wanted. Unfortunately, his rebellion caused a rift in the household, particularly for the next few years, which drove Hamud to abandon emotional pursuits and to pursue a more reason and logic-oriented outlook.

Although he was born a fellow who relied on intuition, the circumstances in his life urged Hamud to develop an analytical foundation for his method of perceiving the world; in fact, it become of the primary module through which he processed life itself, equal in importance and use to his intuitive side. He coldly breezed through the remaining years of his formal education, stoic eyes fixed on the horizon. He abandoned the past and looked to the future, an idealist. The household calmed and, as the end of his years a juvenile approached, an idea ransacked Hamud’s full mind.

The instant he finished school, Hamud indeed applied to the military—not to central, as had his mother, but to Briggs. Hamud possessed knowledge beyond his years, and he had already become rather physically fit. He was a quick-learner and held wisdom beyond his years; the man who held the big picture in his eyes and a vision in his mind was gone. What remained was neither what existed before or at the beginning, but some strange combination of the two. He was a new man.

And he fit in well, that Hamud did. Although he became known for ruffling feathers, his abilities were respected, and he spent remaining years (from around age 18 to 22) getting to know Briggs and its people. Hamud did rise through a few ranks, but at a steady pace; he didn’t much care for politics, and advancing too quickly meant dealing with more of them.

A few months’ time into his 22nd year, Hamud began to act strange. Stress that had never affected him as much before, at least openly, was evidently overpowering. And soon, the bright young man was unhinged—unraveled in his own skin. After a trip to the military psychiatrist, Hamud began to stabilize, but in his 24th year, he unraveled once, a time form which he has yet to recover. He is currently on psychiatric leave, living in a cabin in the mountains.

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TRIVIA:
→ Hamud is a bibliophile; he adores books and habitually reads anything he can get his hands on.

His hallucinations and delusions are so broad and strange because of how much he loved to read, resulting from all the study and reading he did at the time when his illness manifested.

Often, he cannot sleep, and when he does, he slumbers abnormally. It is not unusual for him to sleep for a full twenty-four hours if allowed, and sleep is not particularly restful.

More to come.
→ Speaks fluent Amestrian; speaks fluent Ishvallan; speaks conversational Aerugese; and speaks bits and phrases of Drachman

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ALIAS:
→ Hamud.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ First.

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ There isn’t a point in saying anything.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]薔薇嬢のキス Kiss of The Rose Princess[/b]/[i]Schwartz Yamamoto.[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Observer.

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[Dai]

R E V I S E

Nothing, really. Just need a couple of things fixed.

a) Your languages--the coding is buggered. May want to have a go at fixing that.

b) The Idol section--either put someone in, or remove it.

Other than that, it's great to see this app from you! And that personality, by Nasu... *_*

[Guest]

Thank you. I put a lot of work and thought into the personality of this character. Besides some tweaking and minor error correction, grammar and whatnot, it was, more or less, done a while ago. I'm much better at that than I am in the other areas, but all that was really left was some appearance and history. Didn't put as much work into those, so they're sub-standard by my standards. Could have much better.

Sorry about that. I seem to have misunderstood 'remove' when I read the template as 'clear.' Don't know how.

Had to switch to hex triplet color code, as bbcode didn't seem to be working properly. All should be well; let me know if it isn't.

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