NAMIR, Adrian Jitamitra

[ADRIAN NAMIR]

...Adrian Jitamitra Namir*
*“A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.” *

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...basics*

name Adrian Jitamitra Namir
nickname His family called him AJ, but he'd rather if you didn't.
age 17
gender Male
grade Baum Senior
hometown Kathmandu, Nepal
sexuality Straight
personification Bagheera
status Dormant
face claim Matt Prokop

...appearance*

hair color Black hair, kept longish.
eye color Dark brown, nearly black, eyes.
build Slender and quick.
height 5' 11"
clothing style Whatever he's doing and whatever is clean. Straight leg jeans, tee shirt, flannel, beanie, aviators is his usual schtick.
distinctive traits Large hands and feet, pinched nose, full lips for a boy.

...personal*

personality
[+] Independent. Adrian rarely seeks advice from others, possibly because on the whole he doesn't communicate well with others (mostly by choice). He tends to be very a private person. Generally- when he decides to communicate- he is very deliberate about whatever he is about to say. He likes to think first and speak later, however this tends to make people think he's slow because he won't speak until he has a full thought created in his head.

[+] Intelligent. Despite rarely speaking, he's actually rather well read and articulate. He's a mindful boy, who would much prefer to watch people than really interact with them. Not that he won't, and he can even put on the charm when he does, but he prefers to stay in the background of things. He is good at debate, and prides himself on being able to argue on behalf of anything and win, because he's just that good. He also is a good judge of character, however he will not separate himself from people he considers bad, even if he doesn't condone their actions. He likes to watch the process of what they do, even grudgingly.

[+] Calm. Too much stress tends to give Adrian head aches, and he really doesn't like the extra noise. He'd much rather be in a quiet surrounding, where he can keep his eye on everything. The idea of something happening without his knowledge tends to make him a little grouchy, as he can be a bit of a control freak. There is an order to things, and he likes to keep that order.

[+] Creative. He wants to be a director, and has a litany of unfinished screen plays in his black folder. He's almost never without his video camera, and loves to film real emotions. Be wary if you're camera shy, because he's not likely to ask permission.

[+] Doting. On the chance that you win his affection, whether as a friend or more, he will generally give into you little whims and fancies. He doesn't like people to be dissatisfied, and would rather suffer the discomfort of an unfamiliar situation, than have someone he cares about go without. He has a compassionate side, once it's prodded a bit, and can even show off a little playfulness if the time and mood is right.

[+] Protective. Sometimes overly so. He'll go through hell and high water to keep you safe, even if you really don't want him to get involved. If he loves you enough to go to bat for you, just remember he's only sticking his nose into things because he cares. He doesn't want you mad, he wants you safe.

[+] Conservationist. For the record, he thinks Peta is a foundation for retards. Their message is okay and all, but he thinks a there are better ways to get people to take you seriously, than to make a fool of yourself. Also, animals eat other animals. There's nothing wrong with it. However, he is his Mother's son, and he is against deforestation, poaching, and black market animal trade whole heartedly. He is also not a huge fan of zoo's or circus's to be honest, even if the animal is well treated. And, yeah, he gets it, some of those animals were saved and are often loved and taken care of. He doesn't think they're slaves or anything, they just don't sit well with him. He does not care to pay witness.
past
Adrian Namir was born at Bir Hospital in Tundikhel, Nepal on April 4th, 1995. His Mother was the single Doctor Jetta Namir, an Israeli-American Ethologist, who's primary studies involved large cat behavior in Bardiya National Park. There she lived on site with many other Doctor's, including her best friend Dr. Adrian Dougal, who her son was named after. There were many rumors as to who the boys father was, however as he took after his Mother so greatly, there was only speculation.

AJ's (so he was not called so as to not be confused with Adrian Dougal) backyard consisted of a jungle with many great and powerful animals he grew to respect and understand. His love for photography and video taping was due to his Mother bringing him out to document such creatures. He was home school, and the surrounding Doctor's were his Aunts and Uncles more than his Mother's coworkers, due to how little they left to go into the capital. For the most part, they stayed in their camp which was the center point of 861 sq mi of jungle, and left only for supplies or emergencies.

Jetta's employer was a young, up and coming (and wealthy, don't forget wealthy), politician named Rajashri Rana, who lived in Udaipur, India. He was leading the crusade against poaching in the regions of India and Nepal, in attempts to save the Bengal Tiger. He handled her and AJ's affairs and money while they were nearby, and would only ask that Jetta come to various dinner and parties to keep people talking about the problems large cats faced. She obliged reluctantly, much to her sons displeasure. He didn't understand why that should be her job, and being a shrewd child, discerned that the 'Evil Mah Haraja' must have personal interests in his Mother. There were even whispers that Rajashri was AJ's Father, though the boy instantly passed this off as he and the man looked nothing alike.

When AJ was fourteen, he went with his Mother as her 'date' to an event in Udaipur, India. Though he missed his jungle quite a bit, he did find 'The Venice of the East' to be gorgeous. There were lights and sounds and so many people. Finding the trip overstimulating, AJ stayed behind from the party to rest his head, while his Mother went out. The next thing he realized was the IPS and American Consulates were at his hotel, informing him of an accident. Apparently, Rajashri Rana was the victim of an assassination attempt, and Jetta had gotten in the cross hairs.

The rest of it was rather a blur for him. The American Consulates brought him back to the the American Embassy in New Dehli, where he waited for Adrian to come fetch him. Unable to return to Kathmandu without Jetta, he brought Adrian home to New York City.

The young man had never been in the United States, and had no living family unless Dr. Dougle was counted. His God Father took a job teaching ethology at J. Barrie University, while sending Adrian off to a nearby boarding school, and urging him to make friends.
present
Three years have gone by, and Adrian (he's no longer called AJ by anyone but Dr. Dougle) still hasn't changed much. He still goes back to Napal and India during his summers while Dr. Dougle gives his seminars, but he has not been in the jungle since before his Mother's death. Rajashri Rana has expressed his sympathies to the boy on many occasions, but it has always gone on deaf ears. Had that man not been acting as Jetta's keeper, Adrian believes his Mother would still be very much alive. In an need to have to have someone to blame, he directs it to the person he believes should have died that night.

While at school, Adrian is s member of the debate team and the A.V. club. He is a moderately good student, though is not in anyway social. His time is spent smoking weed, video taping his peers, and writing screenplays he never has enough muse to finish. Adrian is not an outcast, and isn't picked on, but more forgotten and in the background. He's pretty good at blending into his surroundings, and he likes it that way because he can better observe his surroundings.
family
[+]Dr. Jetta Namir: Deceased three years ago. She had been a big cat conservationist in Napal for most of her adult life.
[+] Father Unknown: There are rumors. Various other people at Bardiya National Park, where Dr. Namir did her work.
[+] Dr. Adrian Dougal: Adrian's God Father, and namesake. No, he's not Adrian's Father, he was in Chad during Adrian's conception and came to Napal a little before the birth.
likes

• Reading
  
• Kids. From a distance.
  
• Debate
  
• Pistachios
  
• People watching
  
• Psyche
  
• Spicy food, especially curry.
  
• Directing, His video camera, writing.
  
• Obscure bands

dislikes

• Things around his neck.
  
• Closed spaces. He always opens a window when he enters a room, even if it's just a crack.
  
• Udaipur, India.
  
• Loud noises
  
• Strong smells
  
• Stupid books
  
• Large crowds of people

other notes He isn't fluent in Napali, despite living there all his life, because the majority of people he saw were from the Europe or The United States. He does know a few words though.

...literature*

book title Rudyard Kipling's The Jungle Book
backstory Bagheera is a black leopard who escapes a menagerie owned by a raja, after his Mother dies in captivity. He escapes into the jungle where he gets props from all the forest animals except for Shere Khan. Bagheera helps Mowgli out when he joins the wolf pack by sacrificing a cow. He tells Mowgli not to eat cow, because it gave him life. He's the most learned animal in the jungle on people because he's been around them, but only Mowgli knows he wore a collar and chain. He eventually clears Mowgli of his debt and sings to him when he leaves for his new village.

...roleplayer*

name Bryce
age 16
gender Male
rp experience Two years
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rp sample

There should have been a sharp crunching sound from Dorian's booted footsteps, but it was raining. It had only been a light shower, but that drizzle had arrived just before morning, and the grounds were soggy and swamped. Mud clouded the usually so vivid green in a manner that almost made it pretty to him. Perfectly imperfect. Still, Dorian had no wish to get the bottoms of his pants wet, and hung back in the archway of the school, looking over the mist that stretched the grounds like a blanket.

He should have brought a jacket. His skin felt wet out here, dampening under the creeping gray blanket. It wasn't that it was cold, as it was only August, and the weather was still pleasant when rain decided to keep away. However, it had visited, and the warm only created a boggy humidity that was sticky and sweet.

Beneath the archway, to one side, happened to be a stone seat, eroded slightly with the weather and the age of the school. The pallid boy sat himself down on it, toe tapping impatiently. Staring out over the grounds, it was beginning to look rather desolate, what with the yellowing trees not to mention there wasn't anyone -or anything- around. Perhaps that was where his sour mood had originated. But the idea of miss Evie's presence was too strange to deal with right now. Though, to be fair, he had agreed to meet her out here. He could hate her that much.

She was the sort of girl play writes would have loved back in the day. Beautiful and kind and sweet. Hapless, romantic, prone to clumsiness, and a perfect candidate for being a damsel in distress. Shakespeare would have wet himself to have a muse like that. But Dorian was no Shakespeare. He enjoyed his solitude, and would really rather remain forsaken by society. It didn't do him any favors to have Evelyn the good witch bouncing around after him, wanting to know if he wanted to do something after class. Why hadn't she learned yet? She certainly wasn't anymore stupid than she was smart, yet, here she remained, intent on attempting to be bright and shiny in his peaceably bleak and dreary world.

Yet, when she did seem to take a hint, wouldn't he give her hope? Wouldn't he grow annoyed with her vanishing act and find her, speak to her even. Though he had been vague about whether or not he would show, she had to know Dorian would.

With a heavy sigh, he tapped his foot faster, his disgruntled face growing by the minute.

It was easier to be alone.

[BECKET]

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