Aasim Khal

“He was protecting. He was saving. Yet he was killing. How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?”

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(Untitled)// Dosis & Red River

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At the question about his own name, he chuckled and yelled back, “Red River, but just call me Red.” It was an odd feeling, taking charge of the situation. Was this how the other vigilantes felt whenever he tagged along? He forced himself to stop getting distracted and refocused on the admittedly attention drawing situation.

At the cry for help, his eyes widened, and he started moving forward again. Two doors. Two possibilities. “You heal? Cool.” he murmured, the comment lost in the crackling heat. Helpful ability, especially if whoever was still here needed medical attention.

Once both doors were out of the way, Red rushed into the second room, greeted instantly by a beam that had collapsed, blocking any further movement forward. “Oh fuck this,” he said.  “Is anyone there?” he called out, unsure how he was going to get past if there was. “HELP!” the cry came again, this time clear that it was coming from the room he was in.

“Shit,” he muttered under his muffler. “Dosis!” he called to the other vigilante. “This room! I might need a little healing in like, five seconds,” he yelled out, before purposefully throwing himself into the beam to get through.  The wood was brittle enough that it gave way without too much resistance, but Red felt where the wood had cut through the sleeve of his shirt, and he sincerely hoped that whatever wound it had left wasn’t serious enough to cause him much trouble. From there, he forced himself to move. Grab the person, get out now.

He stumbled out the door, back into the hallway, coughing once he realized that he’d inhaled a bit of smoke. “Dosis! Hurry up!”

Dosis cautiously stepped through the door into the burning room. It was a large space with high ceilings, a grand bed (which was now on fire), and with another door leading to the terrace. Man these apartments are nice, he thought. Were nice. He corrected himself, feeling sorry for the people who had lost their homes. The floor creaked under him and disrupted his thoughts, he immediately returned to task. He couldn’t risk getting distracted.  

He made his way across the room, ducking under the smoke and blocking his head from the flames. He pushed open the closet door revealing a walk in closet that was crowded with expensive clothes. A few of which had started catching fire. “Hello!” He called into the closet. “Hello!” He repeated himself loudly. He waited for a reply, hearing nothing,moved onto the balcony. He kicked open the door to the outdoor balcony, stepping outside the burning house. the flames were rising behind him but the terrace remained untouched.

  Curious...  he started to walk across the area, inspecting the balcony. Why wasn’t there any fire here? It was a grand terrace with a view of the other houses within the residencies. Dosis looked over the town, thinking about the 2 houses that he’d already allowed to be burnt down.

What was that?! He immediately turned around towards the hint of movement he had spotted. Did I see something? Or was it just in my head? he asked himself and started to make his way to the darker part of the balcony. “Dosis!” He turned around, hearing the voice of his ally, accompanied by a crashing sound. He looked back towards the balcony suspiciously, but left it. Dosis sprinted to the other man. “What happened?!” He exclaimed, stepping into the hallway and finding Red River with a bad wound.

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Task III: The Gardens || Dosis & Pitch

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The last minute adjustments were absolutely key to make sure the chances of thwarting any thugs Bo$S sent were as high as they could possibly be. Perching himself on one of the highest points of the Gardens he could find, Pitch turned his eyes to the clocktower, heeding the tip that there would be thieves coming within the hour. He took a deep breath and switched his focus to the egg, sitting in it’s display case annoyingly ripe for the taking. 

Of course they’d be after it. With the spectacle the city made of one of a kind priceless faberge eggs advertised at every corner, it was as if the people behind the event had the intention of testing the city’s vigilantes since clearly the Justice Department wouldn’t be enough for the job. His concentration was only broken at the sound of footfalls, and his instincts forced him to jerk backwards into the shadows to conceal himself. When Pitch got a better look at who they belonged to, he relaxed considerably. 

“Oh… you.” It sounded less rude  in his head than he was sure it came out. Pitch emerged from the shadows after speaking so he could make himself known to the other Vigilante. He’d heard of Dosis, but in truth wasn’t quite sure what exactly he had to bring to the table. Still, having an extra body around to watch exits and pummel criminals would help far more than it would hinder. “Sorry. Uh. Pitch. It’s Dosis, right?” He held out his hand awkwardly for the other to shake. “Is timing your power because honestly it couldn’t be better. You any good at keep-away? Because that’s the name of the game tonight… and it’s looking like it’s go time.”  

Dosis arrived at the gardens after the sun went down, seeking a vantage point. Those damn eggs... nothing but trouble. He grumbled to himself. It was laughable to think they would be secure. Especially in this city... It was just another robbery waiting to happen. Dosis normally wouldn’t have bothered with a robbery, leaving it to the other vigilantes. But if the Faberge eggs were really as valuable as people said, their was a good chance that high scale criminals would make an appearance. It could lead to someone getting hurt...  So just like he’d been doing before, he made his daily rounds to check on the sets of eggs. His last stop of the day were the Gardens.

Dosis slowly started to work his way, climbing to a vantage point. When he reached a position where he could scout the area, he realized he wasn’t alone. He couldn’t detect the presence, until it appeared from the shadows in the form of a man. He wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” Dosis rolled his eyes. 

“Yes. Dosis.” He confirmed his name and greeted the vigilante with a quick handshake, then he turned his attention back to the gardens. Immediately back to the task. 

“Go time?” Dosis asked, confused, his attention still towards the gardens. “Think something’s up?” 

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(Untitled)// Dosis & Red River

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So this guy was a vigilante, Red figured, once he realized that there was an actual mask over his face, and it wasn’t just a lost person flailing through the flames like an unfortunate puppy.

His voice, while muffled by the crackling flames, seemed to be filled with concern, and Red nodded his assent, his gaze following the other vigilante’s finger. “I got it,” he affirmed, already moving towards the stairs. Before he could get very far, a one of the fires decided to flare up in front of him, probably having hit some new fuel in one of the rooms. He hissed as the fire burned against the palm he’d raised, but once it died down, he continued on his way, not looking back to see if the other vigilante had followed.

“Hey what’s your name? Or what do they call you?” he yelled back. “I can’t keep referring to you as ‘the other guy’ in my head.” Reaching the third floor, he glanced around to see if there was anyone immediately to be seen. While there wasn’t any that caught his attention immediately, he did notice a couple of doors that were still locked shut. “Ah fuck, we’re going to have to kick some doors down,” he muttered to himself.

“The name’s Aa-” He paused. Biting his tongue. 

“Dosis. What’s yours?” He had to get better at this, he’d almost revealed his identity. He’d have to be careful of that in the future. The man took the lead and Dosis followed in his footsteps. He avoided all of the rising flames that constantly threatened to burn his skin. 

The fire had just started to reach the third floor. It would be engulfed in flame in just about a few minutes, if the building didn’t collapse underneath them first. Dosis knew he could survive being hurt, but would he be able to survive if the building came down on top of him? He didn’t think so. Would this other hero survive? And what was his power anyway?! They had to keep moving quickly. 

 “Help!!” The wail echoed throughout the building and pulled Dosis from his thoughts. The cry was continuous and desperate, it was coming from one of the two locked doors. There were people in there, and they were desperate. The heroes rounded the doors, and before kicking it Dosis did the first thing he was taught- he felt the doorknob to gauge the fire. It was searing hot.  

“Let me do this. I heal.” Dosis stepped in front of Red River and delivered a sidekick to the center of the door. The door broke off its hinges and a great fire leaped out from within the room. It threatened to burn Dosis, but he quickly raised his forearm to block his face and sidestepped to avoid it. He’d managed to get the door open without serious injury, only his forearm had minor burns on them. He looked at the next locked door and repeated the same process. Measure the doorknob. Kick down the door. Sidestep.The second door was also off it’s hinges. 

“I’ll take this one.” Dosis entered the first room. 

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this or that: 5, 7, 14

spring or fall? 

Spring, because of the new life it brings. 

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this or that: 1, 7, 14?

right handed or left handed? 

- Right handed

coffee or tea? 

- I’m definitely more of a tea drinker, it’s a much healthier alternative. Coffee is sprayed heavily with pesticides. 

speak to animals or speak all the languages in the world? 

- What use is it speaking to animals? It’s not like any of them would befriend me. It’s not like I could learn much from them either. I’d wish to speak every language in the world… At least I could fit in anywhere I went. 

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(Untitled)// Dosis & Red River

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It was hard to miss the giant blazing building, even if Red wasn’t the most observant of all the vigilantes. It’s going to be chaos, he thought, weighing the pros and cons of jumping into the situation. But there wouldn’t be a lot of fighting, probably, came the answer. After a rather messy stop to the robbery of a gas station, he was feeling more than a little tired, and had been hoping to maybe call it an early night.

But then came the giant blazing ball of fire that was probably hosting a bunch of people, and Red sighed and started to make his way over to the scene. In the distance, he could hear sirens of fire trucks and ambulances heading in the same direction, but because this was New Haven and Red had so little faith in their ability to handle situations like this, he opted to run inside and see if he could help anyone himself.

The wave of heat, while expected, was more than a little uncomfortable, and with the layers that he had on, Red wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep searching before he cooked from the inside out. It looked as though most of the residents had already fled the building, but he knew there was bound to be some sort of straggler, either trapped or lost or something equally unfortunate.

He rounded the corner, turning into another blazing hallway and paused, seeing another figure making their way through the flames. “Hey you!” he shouted, trying to get their attention. “Exit’s this way!”

Aasim turned towards the voice. Across the crumbling hallway he saw a figure, it was unmistakably the figure of a man.Despite all the smoke, Aasim could just barely make out that the figure wore a muffler and hood.As he got closer he recognized the figure’s suit, Aasim concluded that the man was also a vigilante. 

“Hello!” Aasim was now coughing as he made his way to the other vigilante. Had this guy also recognized the pattern that existed with these fires? Or was he just passing by?  Aasim took notice of the other man’s costume. The dark red color blended with the fire, making the him even more difficult to spot. Aasim finally got close enough to hear the vigilante’s voice over the crackling of the fire.

“Help me clear the building” Aasim screamed over the fire, still worried about the stragglers that could be somewhere. “There’s one floor left.” He pointed to the room’s, one level above them. It was the third and highest level in the building. 

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Tech for Two || Aasim & Lyra

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Sometimes even Lyra was surprised by the people that offered her consulting jobs. Of course, she was used to the normal people from Hyperion asking for the two sense of the resident genius, but Medictronics was definitely not one she expected. The biomedical engineering company read a paper she wrote on mechanical prosthetics–which she wrote to fund her bulletproof chest plate–and asked if she could offer her opinions on the work that they were doing with Sacred Heart Hospital. Never one to turn down a new experience, she agreed without even blinking.

For the past few weeks, she paused on her progress with her hover boots and stuck her nose into any biomedical textbook she could find. The company assured her countless times that they only needed her input on the design of their new prosthetic, but she’d be damned if she did her job half assed. She had many ideas for improvement and the other engineers were surprisingly ready to listen to her, despite the fact that they had to be almost twice her age.

The clock hit 9PM when she finished her work for the day,  pleased at how far they had come in her time there. Though, it was still not enough. Lyra shoved her notebook into her bag and lingered in the waiting room of the ER, hoping to catch Thalia before she left to see if she wanted to carpool tomorrow morning. Her mind was on the approximate time it would take for her to get home when she felt someone brush against her shoulder. Turning on her heel, she instinctively went to grab the person’s arm as if to electrocute them with her gauntlets. She relaxed once she reminded herself that it was not a thief trying to get the drop on her. “Sorry about that,” she murmured.

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As most days, today was another bad day for Aasim. In a paramedics life, a bad day was much worse than it was for normal people. Because a bad day for a regular person consisted of maybe missing a TV show, skipping lunch, arguing with the wife; but for a paramedic a bad day meant losing a life. Aasim had lost two lives the previous night, and the one that he had saved this morning was not enough to lift his spirits. He wished he could be like those people who didn’t care about their job. But he also realized the importance of his job and to do it well he had to care about what he was doing. 

He woke groggily from his nap in the Hospital’s lounge. He checked the time, 9 PM. He’d have to get ready to work a second morning shift and this time he would strive not to lose any lives.  He made his way for the showers. He’d gone without one now for a few days, his busy schedule only allowed time for his job, his ‘unofficial’ job, and sleep. A shower would be lovely. 

As he made his way to the showers, he frowned at the new flyers displaying the new prosthetic eyeballs, surgical devices, and mechanisms that were to be adopted by the hospital. Seeing them only worsened his mood. He’d sent his complaints about these advancements, but they’d largely been ignored. He scowled at the posters hanging  in the ER wait room, advertising new methods of surgery. 

“Robotic-Assisted Surgery”, it just sounded dangerous to him. He didn’t trust these machines, he trusted the professionals who had years of experience. The devices made him nervous, these machines could cost lives instead of save them. Aasim viewed them as they were, a threat. A disaster just waiting to happen. He picked up a pamphlet. He read the title about prosthetic eyeballs doubtfully. Lyra Rey, he memorized the name of the person being consulted about the programs. 

Probably some selfish, corporate dirt bag, trying to get rich quick. Too distracted by his reading he bumped into somebody. 

Aasim faced the short young women in front of him, “It’s fine.” He said.  He bent over to pick up the pamphlet, not completely finished scrutinizing the details just yet.

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The Mayfield Arsonist  // Dosis & Red River

 Dosis stayed low to avoid the thick black smoke that filled the burning building. His cowl, which covered his mouth and head, protected him from the smoke and allowed him to breathe. Unfortunately, it did nothing for his eyes. In fact the eye slits on his cowl were the perfect entry way for particles from the smoke. It was an understatement to say his eyes were irritated. They were blood red.

He strayed carefully, not wanting to get burnt. Although he could probably heal from a burn in a matter of hours, he still felt the pain it brought. And he knew from past experience, it fucking sucked. 

So even with the fear of getting burnt, blurry vision, and thick smoke slowly seeping into his lungs Dosis, doggedly, continued looking for residents of the building. This fire was one he was expecting. In fact it was the third fire in the Mayfields Residencies this month. It confirmed for him, these fires were no accident. An arsonist was responsible for what was going on. He had been paying attention to this case, very close attention. After investigating the previous two he’d found similar patterns between them. These patterns were indications that the same person or people were behind this act. The last two fires had already cost 5 lives. 

5 more lives that I  couldn’t save, Dosis thought to himself regretfully. I wont  let these fires take any more. He arrived early this time and although most of the residents were evacuated, not all of them were accounted for. There had to be some left in here and he had to get them out soon. The building was collapsing. 

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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (via books-n-quotes)

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The First Night//

 OldHaven // Night time

Patty Morrison walked the streets of OldHaven alone as the sun went down. She felt vulnerable because she had stopped seeing the other kids outside. Unlike her they’d had the sense to return home before curfew. Unfortunately she was completely by herself. By herself, thinking about how there were no witnesses around who could take account of all the terrible things that could possibly happen to her. The district was flooded with the latchkey teenagers, the intoxicated adults, and the homeless that chose to come out in the mischievous hours of night time. At 11 years old and as the shortest girl in her grade, Patty knew she stuck out like a thumb. 

Because she’d never been out this late, she feared everything. 

The bullies, muggers, gangs, and worse. In every hidden corner and dark alley she passed, she felt there were ominous eyes stalking her. Like a serpent that was stalking a mouse. Her legs hurt from the long walk and to make the situation worse, she wasn’t getting any closer to her home. Undoubtedly lost, the girl sat on the curb pulled her knees to her chest and started to cry. 

The figure creeping in the shadows recognized his opportunity for the girl was now alone. He wanted her school bag, chances were it could contain something of value. The figure grew closer, and the sounds of his breathing grew heavier. 

Patty shuddered when she heard the clink of a knife being unsheathed. It forced her to peek up, revealing to her the man who’s large shadow darkened her world. She saw the blade in his hand as it was pointed threateningly at her. But even more threatening than his knife, were his eyes. There was a certain desperation to those eyes, one she had recognized from living near The Valley. It was a look developed from being subject to several unfortunate events. It was a look of desperation. She turned away from the man, shielding herself behind her bag, letting out a shrill squeal. 

She waited anxiously for the man to take her. For the knife to pierce through her stomach, for the pain she imagined it would bring. But nothing came. She sat there with her eyes closed for what felt like too long. When she opened them, she opened them to not just one man, but to two. They were caught in what looked like a wrestling match. The armed man with the hungry eyes struggled to sink his blade into the others body. The other man, tall and dark skinned, controlled the mans wrist, keeping the knife away from him utilizing his strong grips. Realizing the man had come to her rescue she yelped with a sudden excitement- a big mistake. It diverted her rescuer’s attention, the homeless man capitalized and stuck the knife into her rescuers belly. Her rescuer dropped to the ground in pain, as the homeless man returned his attention to Patty. 

She wanted to run, her breathing grew heavy from the fear. She tried to take off with a quick leap, but it wasn’t quick enough. Her long hair was her downfall. The homeless man grabbed it as she ran, and yanked her backwards out of the air. She hit the ground with a thud and flinched with pain. She wasn’t much of a match for a grown up.  

The man looked back at the corpse he had left behind. The blood soaked through the clothes and the boy struggled to breath. He shouldn’t be alive long.

 The attacker shook his head, he had made a mistake. Now he’d have to get rid of any loose ends. He looked at Patty, his interest in the bag was now replaced with the fear of being turned in as a murderer. Once more the man made his way towards her.

“Now.. it’s your turn.” His voice was rough. 

Patty tried to scream but a big fist from the man knocked her to the ground, it caused blood to pour out of her nose. As death approached her, she forced herself to face it. Tears rolled down her eyes but she kept looking the face of the  man’s. He raised the knife above his head, just about to bring it down on her skull. She was frozen, too scared to move and too scared to talk. Before he could stick her with the knife, he was tackled to the ground by Aasim. The body of her rescuer was soaked with blood. The red covered both the men now as they rolled around the ground, scrambling for dominance. Her rescuer, who should’ve been dead, fought hard and fiercely for the knife. This time her rescuer came out on top. He quickly pierced the homeless mans shoulder with his own weapon. It had been enough to put the man down. He wasn’t going anywhere now.

Patty was shocked. She approached her rescuer who kneeled before her catching his breath. 

“Hi..” Was all she could manage as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Still terrified by the thought of her attacker.

Her rescuer, obviously thrown off by her voice, took a hesitant step backwards. He pulled up his hood so it shadowed his face. 

Aasim looked at the young girl, he had done it. He’d finally saved someone. He followed her glance, the attacker,

“He’s lost too much blood, he won’t be bothering you anymore.” 

That was the only comfort he could offer. He’d saved her, but killed another... How could one save by killing? Aasim asked himself. It was against everything he’d ever been taught, to kill. Aasim wasn’t raised by killers, he was raised by healers. How could he keep their legacy alive by doing what they were against? The sound of a siren forced him to push aside his thoughts, returning his attention to the situation.

 She looked at him with searching eyes, as he backed himself into the alley that he came from. 

“Wait. Don’t go!” Patty reached out to the strange man. But he ignored her protest and was gone as quickly as he’d came. She heard the sirens as well. She felt small as they grew louder. She feared interaction with the police. They’d ask her why she was outside, or even find a way to accuse her of the crime. As the police cars arrived at the scene, Patty also disappeared.

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Floral Fridays | Early afternoon | The Twisted Tulip | Open Starter

Sofia was on her own on the shop floor this afternoon, which was exactly the way that she liked it. The manager was working in the back, ordering in next week’s flowers and any other items they might need for preparation. It was a fairly quiet day so far, a few people had come in but of them most just picked up a pre-prepared bouquet or were collecting an order. Sofia was browsing on the laptop that doubled up as the register, reading the news and chewing on pistachio nuts that were set in a bowl next to her, shucking the shell into the trash can just beside her.

Admittedly she was grateful for the quiet. She’d taken a bruise the night before, someone shot her but it had hit the vest just as intended. It meant the panel needed replacing as it was now compromised, and Cherry refused to work without her armour. So waiting for the replacement panel to arrive gave her plenty of time to rest and let the bruise heal.

It was only when the bell rang above the door to indicate someone had arrived, and Sofia quickly finished her mouthful and dusted her hands off on her canvas apron and tightened her ponytail before rising to her feet to greet the customer, wincing only slightly, “Welcome to The Twisted Tulip, how can I help?” The stock greeting, complete with slightly too wide customer service smile.

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How can anyone possibly get anywhere in this city? Aasim asked himself as he watched the city bus driving away from him. He had done it again. He’d misread the bus schedule and arrived too late. If he didn’t get to work in the next hour, he’d be fired for sure. He watched as the bus left him behind and shook his head. How could he miss the bus for the second time? 

He started walking towards his job, in deep thought about the complexities of the bus schedule. He thought about how he was capable of supernatural abilities and could do what others only dreamed about, but was completely incapable of  figuring out the bus schedule. He was very critical of himself. But what more could you expect from someone like Aasim? He was new to the city, and the only society he had known before was in a small,fading, urban village. And although he’d already been here for about a year, he’d found that when it came to modern things he would always be a little slow. 

After he was sure that he’d walked around the same flower shop twice, he realized he had no idea where he was going. I’m just not made for the city, he told himself, missing life in the country. He wasn’t one to give up and ask for directions, his pride wouldn’t allow him too. Aasim held himself to the standard of one who didn’t need help. But as he checked his watch and found that 20 minutes had gone by, he decided he might need to make an exception to that rule. 

Aasim pulled open the door to nearby the flower shop, the bell above him announcing his presence. He ignored the fresh fragrance of flowers and just walked straight to the counter. 

“Hi, I need directions...” He pulled out a pamphlet of NewHaven Sacred Heart Hospital. Showing it to the girl at the counter.

“I need to get to the hospital for my shift.” He asked, trying not to think about getting fired.    

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「 BIOGRAPHY 」

Aasim was raised in a humble suburban household outside of the city. He lived with his little sister and two parents,  and although they loved him, they always expected big things from him. Because Aasim was their only boy, his parents always looked at him to carry on the family’s legacy. What was this long standing legacy? The legacy of saving lives. Aasim’ father was a healer, like his father before him, and so on. The men of the khal family had always been healers as far back as they could trace their lineage. Whenever a son was born, he was born with this responsibility. In order to serve their town, the khal family trained in medicine. But their practices weren’t as traditional as those in the rest of the medical field. The khal family practiced a very strange type of alternative medicine. One that cast them out and isolated them from their society. The khal’s were gifted with the ability to regenerate. They could use this ability to heal not only themselves, but also those around them. It was a gift that took many years of teaching and experience to master. And in order to utilize the power the ancient family heirloom was required.  A ring was passed down, from generation to generation between the men of the family. The ring held the power.

It was a tradition of the fathers to teach the sons how to use the healing factor, until they were ready to utilize the ring and claim it’s full power. Aasim’ father had high expectations for his son, but unfortunately Aasim didn’t want this gift. He didn’t want the responsibility that came with it, he wanted to escape the town and live for himself instead of for others. Unwilling to accept his father’s training and a future that was unfairly bestowed upon him, Aasim refused his father’s training. Because of his refusal, the gap in Aasim’ knowledge is extensive and therefore his powers far from satisfactory.

Because of his refusal to learn, Aasim alienated himself from his family. Although they resided in the same home they kept their distance from each other. After Aasim refused to train his abilities, his father, who was greatly angered, stopped talking to his son. Aasim grew jealous of his sister and the fact that she wasn’t born with the burden that he was and he alienated her as well. The only one who Aasim had a relationship with was his mother, who understood her son and thought with time he would grow to take on the responsibilities that came with the ring. Unfortunately this didn’t happen until it was too late. When Aasim returned home one night, he returned to a silent house. The blood splattered the walls and as he searched the house in a panic, he knew he would soon witness the murder of his family. He wept as he found his sister’s corpse cold in her bed, his mother’s corpse facedown on the floor, and finally his father who was taking his last breath. They had been attacked.

Aasim retrieved the ring from its hiding spot in the basement, attempting to give his father life. But the injuries were too severe and Aasim’ powers were too weak. His father died in his arms as Aasim struggled to call upon the rings powers to heal the stab wounds that covered his father’s body. He knew his lack of training was to blame and he lives with that guilt till this day. His failure seriously depressed him for a long time. After the night of the murder, Aasim took the ring and finally left his town. He went to NewHaven city for the first time. He would seek to complete his training and strengthen his power by working in NewHaven Hospital. It would take time, and it would be risky to do so undetected but he would do it. Otherwise the guilt of his family’s murder would drown him and he wouldn’t be able to keep on living.

But unfortunately for Aasim his powers had been forever altered. The trauma of the night stripped away his ability to heal others. When he tried too, nothing happened. Instead of healing the people he concentrated on, his abilities made their condition worse. The past haunts him and his guilt took away the tradition his family had kept for many generations. Instead of healing, all he could do was kill. Aasim realized how important the gift of giving life was only after it had been taken away from him, every time he put on the ring and channeled his power it did the opposite of what it was supposed to. Although his intentions were to save, he could only take life away.

He wasn’t satisfied with this. And even with this curse, he told himself that he would find a way to save lives. In NewHaven, Aasim seeks a new beginning.

「 PERSONALITY」

Haunted: Aasim has a deep desire to carry on his family’s legacy. He does this by helping the people around him. He is haunted by his past and the death of his family members and the only way to respect their memory for him is to live the life that they always wanted for him. Everytime someone he cares for dies, he feels as if he is letting his parents down again. This is a very conflictive trait, because although he helps those around him, he is also constantly haunted by his memory.

Depressed: Aasim lives in a state of depression, caused by the trauma of his past. He displays serious signs of this state in his everyday behavior- he is sullen, has little interest in pleasurable activities, suffers from weight loss, isolation, and he’s also very irritable.

Meticulous:  Aasim is resolute when it comes to completing the tasks in front of him. He takes his responsibilities very seriously. He would do everything in his power to save a life, assist in solving a crime, and generally protect those around him. He’s good at casting his doubts and feelings aside in order to accomplish the task given to him.

Honorable: One of Aasim’ most admirable qualities is that he is very principled. In the modern world, people with strong morals just aren’t as abundant. He’s one of the few people who always stands by his actions and his words. He also always attempts to do the right thing and make the correct decisions. He also has great respect for those around him who act with honor. His conscience greatly developed after he suffering the trauma of his past and now he uses it to guide him. He could be looked upon as the moral compass of a group and can also give good advice to others who seek it.

Forthcoming: His intentions are usually very clear. He’s not very good at hiding things, or scheming, and would definitely make a terrible politician. One of his strengths and also one of his weakness’ is that he is forthcoming. This trait makes him easy to trust, but also predictable to those who have plans against him.

Introverted: Aasim is very reserved. Instead of placing trust in others and sticking with a group, he chooses to be by himself. He makes his own decisions and thinks about himself first. This isolation has a lot to do with the death of his family members. He’s afraid to place a level of trust in people because he feels he might lose them. (This is definitely one of his characteristics that I would like to develop as the story deepens.)  

「 ABILITIES 」

Regenerative Self-Healing & Affliction Enhancement – Family Ring

Dosis gains his powers from his bloodline, but he is not nearly as strong without his family ring. The ring greatly accelerates the power of self regeneration. Without the ring his powers still exist- due to his bloodline and family- but are very limited and his healing factor is greatly slowed, in that it could take him merely days to heal from a serious wound. With the ring this time is cut to a fraction and he can heal from a serious wound, such as a fatal gunshot wound, in about an hour. He still feels the pain inflicted by the injury, but because of his healing factor he can survive serious punishment that might otherwise be fatal. He still has a lot to learn regarding this ability, if he can concentrate and calm his mind when inflicted with injury, he can greatly speed up his recovery time. His father was capable of healing himself in mere minutes with the ring on but since Dosis’ training was never complete he’s not nearly as good. The ring also was supposed to grant him the power to heal those around him, but he lost this power after the death of his family. Instead he does the opposite. When he concentrates on a person who’s injured or ill, he can actually make their affliction worsen. When he does this the gemstone on his ring shines a bright red, and the color of his otherwise brown eyes also shines a bright red. Using this ability is difficult for him and takes a serious level of concentration and meditation. For now he’s incapable of dealing serious damage. He also holds himself back from using this ability because he believes it to be a curse.