Name: Azhar
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Personality: Azhar's emotions tend to come two seconds too slow and too mild. Fear leaves him wide-eyed and mute, but far from shaking; sadness and frustration isn't something that comes out in explosions. Knowing fairly well that this is not a place for happiness, he is prone to random fits of laughter. Smiles fondly at the sight of his own blood, as though it were a home or a kind mother. Awkward when showing signs of affection, and when spoken to, has a voice that is like a gravestone attempting to speak. When he addresses you, he looks you right in the eye.
Appearance: https://2img.net/h/oi39.tinypic.com/zoowh.jpg 5'11" - sporty, kind of has a baby face. His weakness is dying.
Background: Remembers in full detail believing that he is the Madhi, also remembers never being a devout Muslim, an itch in his back, his favorite food, and how to use a knife. For some reason has an alphabetic knowledge of Tori Amos songs.
Classification: Altered- can take physical illness or wounds and transfer it to another person/thing, but is limited to his own pain tolerance (ex: cutting his own arm and transferring the wound to a small bird to eat). Not always effective, more severe gores can kill him as much as the enemy he intends to exchange it to.
Partner: Tomis