"Exitus acta probat- the outcome justifies the deeds."
⸻ Ovid, Heroides.
BASIC INFORMATION
LEGAL NAME: Ibrahim Sohail.
KNOWN ALIASES: N/A. He is not one for nicknames.
PHYSICAL IDENTIFIER (FC): Rahul Kohli.
DATE OF BIRTH: December 30, 1985 (Capricorn).
ORIENTATION/PREFERENCE: Biromantic, Bisexual, but good luck.
GENDER IDENTITY & PRONOUNS: Cis Male, he/him.
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral.
PROFESSIONAL OCCUPATION: Law Professor at Redford State University.
SUBPLOT & ROLE: His own secret affairs (he's just living his life).
POSITIVE DISPOSITIONS (+):
1. Observant.
2. Patient.
3. Ambitious.
NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES (-):
1. Detached.
2. Controlling.
3. Critical.
STAT SHEET:
STR: 2/5 CHA: 4/5 WIS: 4/5 INT: 5/5 DEX: 2/5 CON: 1/5
BACKGROUND:
Life as the sole child to a single, immigrant mother in a bustling city was never easy. Ibrahim was never instilled with the idea that success came from anything but hard work. He was a quiet, studious child, serious and focused. His mother worked herself to the bone until he was old enough to work alongside her, and then the two of them did what they needed in order to put him through college. There was nothing particularly flashy or warm about their life, but the two of them had each other, and they knew they loved each other, and that was enough.
Ibrahim looked to have a bright career ahead of him. By his mid- twenties, he was a rising star, winning cases and ravenous with ambition. A silver tongue with a love for winning debates. It was one case in particular that changed the tides of his life. Admittedly, maybe it was a bit of a red flag, being scouted by a family he'd just opposed in a high profile case with a lot of money on the line... but if they could see past their own loss and still value his competency, who was he to argue with that? When he was twenty- five he signed on to work for them privately, took the more than generous 'signing bonus' to establish a private practice and so slipped down a more shaded path.
It didn't really matter to him what they did or didn't do. What talked was the money, and his own ego as he became some part of this seemingly untouchable family. Seemingly untouchable thanks to his assistance. Life employed by that man he was hired by was easy enough-- the two of them had a straightforward understanding and a mutual desire both for unwavering success and a lack of loose ends, and the pay was beyond anything he would have made elsewhere. His Mother wasn't pleased, but as years passed and nothing bad happened, her warnings and objections-- though they never fully ceased-- grew fewer and fewer. She didn't know about the ways he began helping this family outside of the court room, and what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. It was never anything too big... meeting people, passing along messages, transporting things that needed transporting. He didn't ask questions, and still had time to work with smaller clients on the side.
Life, as she tends to do, folded fast for Ibrahim. Five years after he moved his mother in to a quiet suburban home, she passed suddenly, an illness that no amount of money could cure. Six months after that, his biggest began shifting the mantle of the family business to his son, and that son was... there was just something not right about him, you could tell. A look in his eyes. Something about the way he moved. His tone. He lacked the cold, calculating refinement of his father, high on power alongside whatever other illicit substances he fueled his life with. Still, Ibrahim played it careful, and for a few years longer they maintained their working relationship.
It ended with an argument. A risk the boy wanted to take that Ibrahim argued against. A short fuse, a gunshot wound, a partially shattered hip and damaged sciatic nerve. Ibrahim didn't die, but there were times he was bitter enough to wish that he had. It has taken years for him to regain his ability to walk, but they are years he's spent fairly productively, trying to lay foundation for the next chapter of his life. And here he is: from Chicago to a weird little coastal town, providing a stepping stone for bright young minds to embark upon the path that landed him here. Ironic, but he thinks maybe he can put them on a better life course than the one he took.
QUESTIONNAIRE:
What is their biggest fear? Fear is not an emotion he wastes a lot of time on these days. Gun to his head... well, maybe that is the answer. Being shot isn't fun. But figures from his past reappearing wouldn't be much fun either...
What is their main motivation? If you were to ask him, he'd say money. In truth, he likes teaching more than he thought he would.
Are they a believer or a skeptic? Skeptic, but that's mostly because he's had no experiences yet to sway him otherwise. He likes cold hard proof.
What brought them to Redford and/or what keeps them from leaving? He was ready for a slower life, but he's not married to Redford yet. If he gets bored, maybe he'll leave. Probably not.
ETC:
He no longer works with clients, but remains as unmoved by crime as ever. He's kind of weird and emotionally stunted at forming meaningful personal relationships, but he's a great, nonjudgmental person to lay your heavy/dark pasts on. If you don't act erratic about it. At worst, he really won't care and will not run his mouth about it-- at best... freak for freak activity or something.
He is pretty paternal with a soft spot for wayward youths. Need a father figure or some (probably) decent life advice? Come get this man.
He experiences chronic pain from his injury and some days, still uses a cane.
(I might have wcs for some half sibling(s) at some point? idk. Also exes...)