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@FantasyChicIs there such a thing as a National Cheesecake Day?! Why haven't I moved over there before?! Good luck!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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Alexander's ear registered something sturring behind him, and turned around to see another woman coming into view, talking to him with a tone of mockery in regards to him repeating himself. The old man calmly looked at the other woman, smiling sheepishly. "Just surprised to see friendly faces, that's all. I'll try to not repeat myself too much." Alexander said to her, his eyes noticing the sidearm she holstered as she spoke. Neither of them were pointing guns at him, which was a good sign. Perhaps it wasn't Alexander's time to kick the bucket yet after all?

The woman who intruced herself as Thalia, continued to tell him her previous occupation - presumably before the world went to Hell, nobody used a title like that now probably -, before she asked him if he had 'any friends' out there. Her eyes looked at him as if she was searching for something on him, or in him. Perhaps she was really good at seeing if people were lying or not? But before Alexander could answer, Lola interupted Thalia from her interrogation, though he wished she could given him some other name than "the old coot". But he guessed he had better things than to argue with a woman over names, especially when said woman had a tank.

"No problem, I see why you'd ask me that. Would have done the same in your position." Alexander answered to both Lola and Thalia, though he wasn't sure if Lola cared for his answer as she told him to get up on the tank and warm himself; he wasn't going to ask twice, though he was slightly disappointed that she kept the coco to herself. Then again, the tank spoke for itself. "Thanks again, thought I had left the cold back home in Chicago for good. Anyway, name's Alexander, Thalia. And the short answer is no. Long answer is no, not for a while. Been alone for...geeze, can't remember by now. And it's not because I'm old, thank you very much." His voice and face seemed stern at first, but it was eased up by a short chuckle as he warmed his hands over the warm grill.

"Mind if I ask you something too, ladies?" Alexander turned to Lola, but she had suddenly commenced to sing an old Cole Porter song. He raised an eyebrow, looking from Hola over to Thalia as if asking if this was normal. But vocally he asked something else. "How are you still having an operational Stuart these days? And do you know where those are coming from?" He raised his hand in the direction of the pillars of smoke in the south, hoping they had more answers than him.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@gohKamikazeI hope so too, it feels like the post-rate has just declined for every month. And a heads-up would have been nice, but what's important is that you're here now. And you posted, so that's good.

Now we only need to gather our thoughts and focus on where we're going from here. I think the fellowship soon shall vacate Arkham for a certain fishing-village.

@Fish of Oblivion You still around?

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@gohKamikazeHey man, real life ALWAYS come before RP-life. Welcome back, you've been missed.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady AmaltheaFine by me, I can wait. Now, the real question is whether or not the Corporal also will join us o.o

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady AmaltheaThank you, CS posted in character thread. I don't mind bringing him in soon, as long as his entry fits into the narrative :)

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Character Summary

Name: Mahendra Huq Zalil
Aliases: Ali, Mahi, Huq, Turban
Age: 31
Birthday: June 8th, 1891
Ethnicity: Bengali Indian
Birth Place: Kolkata, West Bengal, British Raj
Residence: Shepheard's Hotel - room 2158
How Long In Cairo: Three weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Geology
Occupation: Geologist. Formerly Lance Naik, Indian Army
Languages: Bengali & English

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Appearance

Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weight: 147lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Coal black
Skin Tone: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across his left arm after being slashed by a sabre.
Personal Style: After his time in Britain, Mahendra took a liking to more European style of fashion, though by no means has left the traditional styles from his homeland. He's like a cameleon, adapting and changing his attire in regard to his surroundings and company. As they say, "When in Rome, do as Romans do."

When in the company of Europeans, he prefers decent suits, white shirts and polished shoes. All clean and ironed straight, he knows that diligence in appearance is highly valued. Same applies for hair and facial hair, which are finely trimmed and combed back in an orderly fashion. When in the company of natives like himself and like-minded people, or simply when to impress or show his heritage, you might find a slightly different man. One who wears more traditional clothing, like a Kurta worn over a louser shirt, wider pants and a turban, alongside sandals. His moustauche is then still finely trimmed, while his hair is neatly hidded undearneath the turban.

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Psychology

Helpful * Stubborn * Polite * Judgemental * Brave * Superstitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality:

First impression matters a whole lot for Mahendra. To those who's left a good impression on the shorter man, he's a polite and generous man. He's usually seen wearing a friendly smile under than black moustache, nodding and giving friendly gestures to known friends and strangers alike. He's a man who firmly believes that there's good in all men, as long as they're ready to admit their wrong-doings and ask for forgiveness. And for those he cares for, he'll go far to help them in any way he can.

Then there's the more conservative, traditional side of Mahendra, the one who shows his true self if left a bad impression. A firm believer in karma, he's under the impression that certain things happen for certain reasons, and that what befalls a man is justly deserved. Be rude or behave in a bad manner, and you'll find it difficult to be seen by Mahendra as anything else but a scoundrel, a baffoon or worse, destined to be reincarnated as a bug.

Habits:

• Scratching his moustache.
• Kicking around rocks and dirt.
• Running his fingers down the scar on his arm.

Hobbies: Tea-drinking & walks outside of civilization.

Fears:

• Omens of uncertain death
• Being reborn as something other than a man
• Losing his wife

Likes:

• Showing his ancestry
• Spicy food
• Like-minded colonials
• Classical music
• Seeing new sights and places
• Peace and quiet

Dislikes:

• Cold
• Rude or brash behaviour
• Prejudice
• Jazz music
• Cynics
• Criminals

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Understanding of local Egyptian superstition
• Geology
• Natural geography
• Excavation
• Social cameleon
• Bartering
• Drawing
• Animal-handling

Combat Skills:

• Bolt-action rifle
• Sabre fighting
• Horse riding
• Stamina
• Whip

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black polished boots, dark blue pants and suit-jacket, white shirt, and dark red turban.
• Wallet - 27£ 6p, passport (British Indian), geologist- and military-certificates, picture of his wife and child.
• Notebook
• Pencils
• Pocket watch
• Magnefying glass
• Canteen

Residence:

• Spare clothes
• Geologist-kit; brushes, small shovels, microscope, small pick and chisel, etc.
• Books on various geologic areas; Europe, Britain, India, Asia, Africa, Egypt
• Sketch-book filled with various digs and finds
• Meditation matt
• Unwritten letters and envelopes
• Suitcase
• This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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History

What Brings You To Cairo:

Work does, amongst other things. Seen as the interest for Egypt and the Land of the Pharoes are at it's peak, Mahendra hoped that he would be able to find a fair-paying job amongst the archelogical sights as a well-educated geologist. His thinking was that because many treasures are still waiting to be found underground, who else better to hire than someone who knows what the ground should or should not look like? But there's also a more personal reason, one to do with his time of service there back during the War. He misses not the killing or slaughter of innocent lives, but the times of friendship and excitement that accompanied it. So now he's there, trying to find both work and memories.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Mahendra Huq Zalil was born into a lower-class family, and was raised in the middle of Kolkata, the heart and center of West-Bengal in the British Raj. His father was a travelling salesman, dragging Mahendra and his younger brothers around and outside the city on their trusted horse to do business. His mother was a maid for a prominent British family living in the more luxurious parts of Kolkata, who took care of the younger siblings back home.

The only kind of education Mahendra recieved, was the little reading he was taught by his parents and the wife of the prominent family his mother worked for, while he learned some basic math from his father's business dealings. Other than that, Mahendra stood little out from the millions of other Indian children in the British Empire. And like so many others, he was married at the age of 16 to a younger girl, one he had never met. He would slowly start to care for her though, and come to accept that their marriage would be a fine one. This, alongside him working odd-jobs beside helping his father, was Mahendra's everyday life until he was 21 years old.

The Great War; the War to end all wars, the War with many names. It was something else for Mahendra. It was the war to finally prove he was a true man, and the war to possibly give India the rights She deserved. The British generals welcomed the mass of voluenteers who wanted to serve, seeing the need for manpower and finding their pool in British India. Mahendra was assigned to the 11th Indian Divison and sent for training in Egypt. He was saw combat during the Actions of the Suez where he and his unit fought of the Ottoman forces attempting to seize the Canal.

He was later transferred to the Indian Expeditionary Force D once his previous division was disbanded, now serving in Mesopotamia. It was fighting up the Tigris River than Mahendra's luck ran out; first he was severly injured in an Ottoman cavalry attack where he was badly cut in his arm. Then as he was recovering in a military hospital in Egypt, he recived the news from home; his father was dead, died of disease.

With the war over, Mahendra was afraid of what kind of life he'd return in India, but for once fortune seemed to be at his side. The prominent British family his mother worked for found pity in the family's sorrow, and offered them help; they would pay for Mahendra's education anywhere in Britain to ensure that his family wouldn't end up in povetry after their death. This was how the short Indian ended up in Britain and was able to attend the University of Oxford, in the end gratuating with a degree in Geology. It wasn't easy, but he pulled through after long, tedious work. He then worked on several projects, both in Britain and India regarding both geological and archelogical digs, and in construction.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

It has been exciting to say the least, even if the lack of work is getting to him. Mahendra has spent much of time seeking work, specifically amongst the archelogical sights. So far no one has offered the Indian man a position, even a temporary one. So he's done his best to look bright at the situation, and thus watched the sights inside the city, as well as the beautiful view of the endless desert that stretches on forever outside of Cairo. And then it's the vision he has, the dream...An omen.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Everything happens for a reason. It is best for us to take the hand we're dealt and do our best."
Theme Song: The Cave - Mumford & Sons
Anything Else:

• Mahendra has a thick Indian accent, which some might find difficult to understand at times.
• Sheshat
• His wife, Myra, still lives in India. She's awaiting Mahendra's return after he's earned enough money to settle down.
• Click me if you dare, you commie

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea@SigilOut of curiosity, what kind of tank is it?

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady AmaltheaFor point 1, I think I meant more broadly as in understanding that different cultures has different beliefs and that they 'may' be true, but I am okay with specifying it for Eygtian superstition.
2. His wife is back home in India, waiting for him to come back as a less poor man.

Both shall be edited into the CS right now.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: North Of Newnan (Veterans Memorial Park - Corner of Temple Ave. & Jackson St.)

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What was the normal and most sensible thing to do when hearing a loud sound in the apocalypse? Depending on what it was, various courses of action were justifiable, though Alexander took one which certainly was a cold one. Before realizing what the sound was, he had thrown himself sides, landing on his stomach down behind a pile of snow. His previous thoughts of an ambush echoed from his war-experiences, and thus taking cover from the sure to be gunfire was his first priority. The second would be to identify the sourch of gunfire and fire back. Good for him, or bad, depending on whether you thought he was smart or just making a fool of himself, it wasn't bullets that hit him.

They were words, coming from somewhere down the street. Alexander's eyes caught the sight of someone, a woman, popping up from behind a large snow drift, calling out to him. "What the...." He whispered to himself, slowly realizing what was actually going on. She called out to him, telling him to come forward and warm up. Slowly Alexander got back up on his feet, having slung the fireaxe on his shoulder and walking slowly forward. She might not have been shooting at him now, but any sudden moves might give off the wrong impression.

"That's awfully nice of you, Miss. I feared you were going to shoot me." Alexander replied to the woman, her accent one he hadn't heard for many years. He kept walking forward slowly, listening to what the New Zeelander told him, still not entirely sure how to take it all. It might well have been a finely set-up trap, or she was just as lonely as Alexander was. He hoped for the latter. "Nice to meet you, Sergeant Holler, and thanks for not shooting me. I was afraid I wasn't going to see anyone el..." Alexander continued to say as he made his way through the path beside the snow drift, when all of sudden he stopped dead in his tracks, his words ceasing to spew forth as he lay eyes on It. A tank.

"...now that's something I wasn't expecting...Explains how you're faring so well out here in the cold." Alexander let his eyes wander back and forth across the tank. He had seen tanks before in his life, both standing still and used in combat to great effect, but to see one still in use? He was surprised, but it slowly dripped away from his face as he looked back at the self-proclaimed Sergeant Holler. "Alexander, nice to meet you...and of you not to shoot me. Thanks. So, is she yours?"