Nahir al-Adil

Shamashi numbers man. Among the last of a rare species. It isn't a cliche if it's happening to you.


Subject is 6’2" and weighs 150 lbs. He has hazel, almond shaped eyes, full eyebrows, black hair – with either a rudimentary beard or none. His nose and lower lip are prominent. His face is angled but not thin – he has “solid” features – a square jaw, and a carefully toned, well proportioned body. Reports indicate that in the past, he was thin, but entered a regimen of regulated nutrition and fitness before coming to the United States during the financial crisis, ostensibly because he expected trouble.

He can pass as having ‘olive-coloured skin’, but frankly, anyone who knows the Shamashim would be able to pick him out immediately. All of the godspawn glow in some way, and with Shamashim, it’s literally a blazing, gold colour. At the risk of sounding racist, yes, they all look the same, and on a personal note, it makes you wish the people who invented spray tans had tried a lot harder. The man himself speaks seven languages perfectly: English, Iranian Persian, Arabic, Kurdish, Spanish, Turkish, Greek. He keeps his accent though. Shamashim are generally non-obnoxious patriots and he’s one too. Despite that, he’s travelled throughout the region and also to England and the States. He’s got cultural exposure and contacts throughout the region, and adapts to new cultures fairly well.

Shamashim are solar powered, supernaturally strong and tough, sharp as knives, immune to fire, and their gaze can detect “corruption”, paralyse you where you stand, or set you on ablaze with the power of the sun. Or all three. If you’re involved in shadier Society business and you run into a Shamashi who isn’t Nahir, for the sake of all the chips in the devil-damnned pile, stay away if you want to avoid an incident. Darkness hurts them mentally, persistent light deprivation kills them. Nightshade repels them too, and unholy water stings. Also, arsenical nickel – they call it swansteel – is the bane metal. Not exactly kryptonite, but it’ll cut through them like standard weapons won’t. Iran is their Holy Land, and they’ve been given sanctuary as a religious community – an obscure sect of Zoroastrianism, which is generally respected in the Islamic Middle East. They’re viewed as strange and insular, but no one suspects that they’re a bunch of superhumans. Oh, and don’t send a vampire to deal with a Shamashi. Mortal enemies. The reason they’re rare. Just… don’t.

Moving on from physical traits: he isn’t a sloucher. Nahir’s a very organised sort, standing up straight and being polite and the like. A little like a younger vampire – you get it with the immortal types – slightly out of sync with the world but quick to adapt. Polite or no, more about function than form when he has to choose. His work as a financial specialist has opened a lot of doors for his people, and he pulls that card when he has to. He’s also spent three hundred years assessing risk and danger.

Three. Hundred. Years.

A lot of immortal types are flakes. Sure, they scheme and plot and have long term plans. But they often either play the chessmaster, delegating responsibilities and using other people’s skills, or they flit about between interests. It’s rare that someone just sits down and hones a skill for four human lifetimes.

Nahir can watch a falling building, look at the angle, and estimate the property damage based on what’s in the way. He has no formal medical training, but he can tell when someone’s going to die, and if they aren’t and he’s familiar with the country, how expensive it’ll be to treat. The moment a bomb goes off, he can estimate the radius of effect and potential lethality. And he’s a stabilising element – most Shamashim are zealots without a cause, but as much of a cliche as it sounds, he’s seen a great deal of death and destruction and isn’t going to jump at causing more. Unless vampires are involved.

For large scale threats, he’s a walking danger-meter. If it involves risk, expense and either injury or death, he can look at it and assess the damage and try to mitigate it. If it involves specialised knowledge, he probably has enough general knowledge to fudge the numbers. Not foolproof – and there’s a lot of fools in here — but he’s a value-add to a high risk team.

Finally and most importantly — Nahir is only with us because he thinks we can find his people. See, his people have vanished. Literally, vanished, to the last godspawn. We have no idea what happened to them, but we’re in a difficult position — we’d like to keep him working for us, but we don’t want to slack off on the investigation and make an enemy out of him. The Society tried to recruit him last century but we had a… misunderstanding that drove him off. We’d rather not lose track of him again, especially if he’s the last one.

That would be too much wasted potential.


Relevant historical references to the Brethren can be found here. Note that this is a copy of the subject’s digital backup of the fragments he possesses in person, complete with personal comments. Revealing our access to this file might jeopardise our relationship with him. (more to come)

Nahir al-Adil

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