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Khalid Rahal

"I seem to have developed a most troublesome predeliction for taking in strays..."

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a character in “Transpire”, originally authored by Verdandi, as played by RolePlayGateway

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❝To have the world at your fingertips, and then suddenly, to feel the weight of it on your shoulders... well, I suppose I understand the burdens of Atlas better than some do.❞
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#3EA055 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #43BFC7】

|| The Fallen || Franz Ferdinand ||



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♛NAME♛
Khalid Rahal
{kah-LEED rah-HAHL}


♛AGE♛
Good question. He appears to be mid-twenties, but there are rumors that he’s much older.

♛NICKNAME♛
He tends to get “Kal,” Especially from people who aren’t able to or comfortable pronouncing an Arabic name. He doesn’t seem to mind, and encourages people to call him whatever they like.

♛SEXUALITY♛
Pansexual, Heteroromantic

♛ROLE♛
Café Owner, the Blue Rose



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❝Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.❞
-Charles Churchill
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♛ HEIGHT♛
He's a pretty solid 6'3".
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♛ WEIGHT♛
175, give or take.
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♛HAIR COLOR♛
Khalid's hair is a sort of dark mahogany brown naturally, though he is a fan of using certain henna dyes to give it a bit of a purple wash, something he's been doing for so long that probably nobody alive has ever seen it without. The individual strands are straight and fine, but there are many of them, making his hair quite thick and soft. It's cut somewhat short, trailing no further than the nape of his neck.
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♛EYE COLOR♛
Definitely not the classic vampire-red. As if to spite every expectation, his eyes are bright, tropical blue-green, sometimes more one color and sometimes more the other. They are so bright as to be almost dazzling, honestly, and appear possessed of a sort of carefree innocence and youth.
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♛GENERALX APPEARANCE ♛

Khalid is a comparatively unusual sight so far north; his complexion indicates that he is of middle-eastern or north African ancestry, something that his name would confirm. His skin is clear of blemish, save a small tattoo inked just below one of his clavicles in violet. It’s a symbol of some sort, and quite ornate. His build is quite athletic, though most of the time, this is underplayed by the café uniform he wears. Generally a lean man, he’s covered in banded muscle, compact and slinky, giving him an overall very svelte appearance, something like a cat in that it is quite powerful for its relative lack of bulk.

He has a cheerful face, and his presence seems to exude a gentle, serene warmth, like a warm spring breeze. When not in uniform, he seems partial to jewel-toned colors, especially green, and silk shirts with soft, loose pants, the style of them ranging mostly over a geographic area from Morocco to India, rather than being European. He is quite the handsome fellow by some estimations, and walks with a certain understated confidence that belies his awareness of the fact.



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“The devil, depend upon it, can sometimes do a very gentlemanly thing.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson
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Charismatic ♙ Mischievous ♙ Genteel ♙ Deceptive ♙ Subtle ♙Disenchanted ♙ Hard-Hearted

A great amount of time in the world tends to give one a certain… perspective on things that the newer and the fresher don’t really have. Whether this is a good thing or a bad one is largely irrelevant, at least as far as Khalid is concerned. It simply is what it is. His surface demeanor is the only one anyone ever sees, and it is that of a warm, carefree, youthful sort of person, with a ready smile or strong shoulder to lean on, a sort of understated kindness and subtle understanding that invites a person to trust him, perhaps even to lay all their worries and secrets bare before this total stranger they met only a little while before. He has a kind of effortless charisma, a natural charm helped along by but not dependent upon his looks.

There’s a sort of mischievous, troublemaking twinkle in his eye, but it seems benign, to say the least, something about him reassuring the observer that if ever he indulged his trickster tendencies, it would be in a way that was amusing rather than hurtful. Most people, having caught onto this “secret” trait of his, satisfy themselves that they have discovered the depth of his character, found the “real Khalid,” and take themselves to be done in the investigation of his depths, so to speak.

But this is but another layer of deception. He seems to be made of those, strata of misconceptions nested inside one another, without the faintest notion of where the bottom, the core, the truth of Khalid might rest. Perhaps there is no truth to be found. Beneath his layers of warmth and hospitality, there is a distinct sense of jadedness of cynicism and disenchantment, and this, he believes, is what age and experience have given him, more than anything else. He’s seen it all—too many times to count, and he does not care for any of it any longer, really. He shuts away the core of himself that is deeply weary and fatigued, because it’s honestly too much to deal with most of the time. There’s a cruel streak deep down in there, born of apathy and too much death. He’s reluctant to connect with anyone on any level below the surface, for fear of what it will bring out in him.




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“So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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❥ Gardening || It's a particular talent of his. Khalid has actually been able to crossbreed flowers to the extent that he can grow anything in basically any color one should like, including the blue roses his café is named for. He usually smells like flowers, from all the time he spends in the hotel garden.

❥ Sunshine || Well, being a daywalker, it's never bothered him. Besides, he derives a little bit of enjoyment from the way so many of his fellows are made uncomfortable by it. It's the little things.

❥ Cats || Most animals he could take or leave, but he really does quite like cats. Animals in general seem to love him as well, and there are several strays lurking around the hotel that he takes care of.



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⌦ Hunters || It's not an active hatred, more a passive disdain than anything. Perhaps justified, considering they exist to kill people like him. As far as Khalid's concerned, they are foolish children who don't understand what they do.

⌦ Unmannerly People || He can put up with a lack of manners, but he doesn't really enjoy it. It is possible to be completely honest while still being polite, so why bother not being polite? He becomes easily irritated by rude people, not that he'll show it.

⌦ Chaos || Unless he's the one creating it, of course.



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♖ STRENGTHS ♖

❥ Inventiveness || Well, from crossbreeding blue roses to finding a way to mix blood into baked goods so that vampires can enjoy them and keep them down, he's certainly got a list of innovations to his name. Those are just the benign ones.
❥ Experience || Being old has its benefits.
❥ Knowledge || He hasn't always been a pastry chef, and his previous occupations have given him a wide berth of knowledge.
❥ Deception || He can tell a lie as easily as someone else draws a breath.

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⌦ Jadedness || He's definitely never the first to believe that something will go well, and often refuses to bother doing anything to solve problems.
⌦ Bonds || He doesn't want them, and he's convinced himself that he doesn't need them, either. Don't expect to be taken into his confidence anytime soon.
⌦ Laziness || He's not exactly the most proactive person in the world, and it's hard to motivate him.
⌦ Memory || He is especially weak to reminders of certain parts of his history, and has been known to suffer the occasional depressive episode when some stimulus hits that part of his mind strongly.

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Tease || A flirt and almost certainly a casanova, the mischievous part of Khalid enjoys flustering people. He's quite accomplished at it.
Mannerisms || He's usually good about modernizing his speech and behaviors, but sometimes he will fall back into more "old-fashioned" modes, like bowing or using thees and thous.
Thousand-Yard Stare || He tends to look into the middle distance when nothing in particular captures his attention, and can seem to be looking through people rather than at them from time to time.

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Discovery || He would really rather that no one ever recognize him for who he used to be. It is a life to which he has no desire to return.
Sleeping || Most unfortunately, he can rarely manage to fall asleep. The contents of his dreams do not bear thinking about.

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❝Being powerful is like being a gentleman. If you have to tell someone you are, you aren't.❞
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Physical Enhancement: There is a certain level to which some vampires can be expected to have things like enhanced senses and strength and so on. Make no mistake: even normally, Khalid is among the most impressive specimens of those sorts of ability. But when he really decides to focus, to use the abilities he was gifted with, he is more than that. Much more. His speed is blurringly-fast, his strength enough to knock down trees, his eyes and ears and nose sharp as the eagle, the tiger, the bloodhound. His entire body becomes a living weapon, and if he’s not careful, he’ll wield it much more efficaciously than he ever meant to.

♛LIMITATIONS♛
Well, he’s making his body go into overdrive, essentially, and that comes with all the consequences one would expect, most notably fatigue and thirst. If he’s not careful, he can burn through his reserves and knock himself unconscious, and he may well wake up ravenous, disinclined to ask questions and basically compelled to attack the nearest source of blood. He’s actually been known to attack other vampires in this state, unaware that they can do almost nothing to slake the thirst.




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FAMILY
Scheherazade || Deceased || Vampiric Mother
Farah ibn Zahar || Deceased || Fiancée


His human life was so long ago now that he doesn’t recall it as anything more than a few hazy flashes of memory, bits and pieces of someone else’s life. What he remembers clearly is the day it all changed. The day he became Altaïr. In those days, so long ago now, he was a young soldier, eager to prove himself before his sovereign, the beloved Scheherazade, Queen of Dream, Star of the East. She was, no doubt, an extremely popular ruler, but what was unknown to him at the time was that she was also a vampire, one of the very first, the originals, the so-called kings.

He won her tournament, and his prize? A posting in her Royal Guard, and the immortality to ensure he would serve forever. Though she was technically his sire, and both of them Gothic, he did not inherit her powers, rather manifesting an ability unique to himself. He remembers it being a difficult adjustment, but at the end of it, he took up his post, leaving his human life behind. He came to be considered among the finest specimens of vampiric power and allure, a distinct jewel in his Queen's crown, she herself the loveliest, it was said, of the originals.

Altaïr was her first fledgling, and her preferred successor. One day, she would tell him, he would be a king, once she had grown weary of being Queen. He didn’t mind waiting, unsure it was something he truly wanted. In fact, he knew not what he really desired out of this new life of his… until he met her. Farah.

She was, he remembers thinking at the time, absolutely perfect. Even when he learned her flaws, such as they were, he still thought there surely had never been a more amazing person in all the world. He was absolutely enchanted with her, and in time, she admitted that she was charmed by him as well. It was the first time Altaïr had ever felt so, and for several years, his life was better than he had ever imagined. He turned Farah after revealing to her what he was, and when he had done that, he asked her to be his wife.

Seven weeks later, Farah was dead, and so was Scheherazade, and Altaïr was king by right. On the day that right became his, however, he was in no position to take it. The Massacre, the event was called, and it is still unclear who perpetrated it, or why, or what happened. What everyone does know was that Hunters were somehow involved, and at the end, they claimed the East for humanity. Khalid was heavily injured in the fighting, and when he did not reappear afterwards, he was presumed dead. In truth, he had simply run. He knew what would be expected of him, and he didn’t want it. His beloved Farah was dead, as was his Queen and mother, and he wished for nothing so much as to join them. For uncountable years afterwards, he went below notice, a guerrilla fighter and one seemingly with a death wish, he killed his way through anything that challenged him, hoping that eventually something would prove strong enough to finish him off.

He thought it might have finally happened, after one particular battle. They had set upon him while he was weak and hungry, and though they were dead, one had almost torn out his heart. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite enough, though the recovery is long. That was where Evangeline found him, and took him in. He decided that he couldn’t just keep running, and out of gratitude, he remained, opening a café and taking a false name. He is now Khalid Rahal, owner and pastry chef at the Blue Rose, and nothing more, or so he tells himself and everyone else he meets.

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FC: Cecil Aijima (Uta wa Prince-sama)




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So begins...

Khalid Rahal's Story