Nadir Sifr
| Subject: | Nadir Sifr (likely an alias) |
|---|---|
| Race: | Midlander Hyur |
| Age: | 18 |
| Occupation: | None (vagrant) |
| Crimes/Offenses: | Petty theft, smuggling, sollicitation, beggary, trespassing, loitering |
| Weapons: | Knives |
| Height: | 1.69 |
| Build: | Lean, wiry |
| Notable features: | A scar on the right cheek running diagonally towards the nose. |
| Assessment: | Another gutter rat from the slums. Got a face that makes people think he’s some poor soul worth tossin’ a gil or two. But don’t be fooled, it’s all an act. He's always workin’ an angle. Slippery, too. We’ve picked him up a few times, but he never sticks. Knows how to toe the line just enough to avoid real trouble. Likely mixed up in smuggling, but hasn't gotten caught in the act. He’s desperate, no doubt about it. Everything he does points back to some alley infirmary. Won’t get flashy with his coin, either. Thinks he’s better than the filth around him, but he’s just as much a rat. |
| Recommendation: | Monitor closely. He’s a snake, and snakes bite when cornered. Wait for him to make a mistake. He will eventually. |
"Grew up in the slums, where you learn quick that if you don’t take what's yours, someone else will. My mum worked the streets, doin' what she had to. Never knew my dad.Some years back, they came for us. Syndicate said they needed the place for refugees, so out we went. Brass Blades, heavy boots and no mercy. We ended up in a much worse place. Walls caked in grime, too many bodies crammed into one space. It wasn’t long before mum started coughin'. At first, I thought it was just the dust, but it didn’t go away. She'd hack and wheeze till she could barely stand, each breath soundin' like it was clawin' its way outta her lungs. I watched her get weaker until, one mornin’, she couldn’t even get up.They stuck her in one of them sick houses, tucked away in some back alley. Skin pale, eyes hollow. They feed her, sure, keep her alive, but nothin' more. Tried visiting her, but it ain’t easy when the Brass Blades are always sniffin' around, lookin' for someone to rough up.I couldn’t let her suffer like that, so I started lookin' for ways to get ahead. Used what I had. Doesn't matter why they give me the gil, only that they do. And every coin I get? I stash it away. Got a little spot where no one can find it. I don’t spend a single gil more than I need to. Why? Cause I got a plan. One day, I’ll have enough saved up to hire a proper healer. And once she’s well, I’ll buy us a place. Something far from the filth and the trouble, where we don't have to worry no more.
I’ve had my close calls, sure. At one point, I tried my hand at pickpocketing. Got caught by the Blades, and they beat me for it. Took the gil, too. Crooked bastards.Then there was that time with these Ala Mhigans. We fought over some food scraps. When you’re starvin', it’s everything. I don't remember exactly how it started, that feelin'. It was like something broke inside me, like all the anger and fear I’d been pushin' down just snapped. My hands found a knife. Everything after that was blood. All I knew was the rage, the need to hurt, to take control of somethin' in that moment, to not feel powerless for once. It was like watchin’ myself from far away, my body movin' on its own, every stab, every slash. I didn't stop until I was alone, covered in blood, heart racin’ like it was tryin’ to tear out of my chest. After the shakes, my mind went blank. All I could think was that you can’t trust anyone. Not when they’re as desperate as you.
I don't want to lose control like that again, so I had a go at smuggling after that, a while back. Seemed like easy gil at first, until a deal went south, and I barely made it out with my skin intact. That was enough for me. I ain’t stupid. I know when the risks are too high.I now take what rich folks are too blind to notice. Live quiet, keep my stash growing, and stay outta sight. Someday soon, I'll have enough. Enough to take my mum outta that place, enough to buy her a real home. Until then, I’ll keep playin' the game."
Hooks
> Trouble with the Brass Blades: He’s had a few run-ins with the law, and there’s always a chance he’ll end up getting into trouble again. Maybe a Blade is out for revenge or a passerby witnesses a shady deal.> Desperate and Determined: Nadir’s always looking for opportunities to make money, especially if it seems easy. If your character has a job that promises a payout (legal or illegal), he might be interested.
The Player
Thanks for visiting my page!I am located in the Central European Timezone (GMT+1) and employed with regular office hours. This means that I am unfortunately unavailable for 'late night' activities. 6 PM EST is a hard bedtime. Roleplay scenes with US-based players are unfortunately restricted to earlier times. Hopefully we can play when you have a day off or during weekends!I am not interested in Discord-based RP unless a particular scene requires it. When I am in a scene with you, I keep my attention on the scene and I expect my fellow players to do the same.
Safety & Consent
I am an adult and arguably mature person In Real Life (IRL) and I would like you to be as well.I am open to playing with characters representing any gender, sexual preference, disability or class, and would like us all to consider that the identities of us as players and the identities of our characters do not necessarily align.Scenes with Nadir Sifr may deal with mature themes, including but not limited to violence, psychological distress and dysfunctional relationships. If any of this is not your cup of tea, please communicate this!If I am uncomfortable with an aspect of your roleplay, I will attempt to communicate it. If you are uncomfortable with any aspect of my roleplay, please do the same!
