Armaan Azhar Khan aka. SandstormPlayer's Name: Call me Uz. E-Mail: uzair1986@hotmail.com Other means of Contact:
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Name: Armaan Azhar Khan Nickname: Az, Azhi. Code Name: SandStorm Affiliation: Generation X Gender: Male. Age: 18 Birthday: February 9th, 2006 Hair: Black, with slight curls. Eyes: Two eyes, both a lighter shade of brown which can sometimes be mistaken for Hazel. Mother: Sooraya Qadir Khan (Aka. Dust. X-men: Hellion's squad). Alive. Father: Azhar Ali Khan. (Original, non-mutant). Deceased.
Physical Description: Armaan stands at a level 5'11 and doesn't possess any real muscular definition. He seems somehow lanky and taller than his true height, but this could simply stem from the fact that he is slightly thinner than he aught to be. Jet black hair, naturally curly and in locks, frames an olive-skinned face. His light eyes are both large and emotive. They also brim with wry intelligence, recalling the eyes of his mother to those who knew her. Armaan also has an easy smile with a sharp, aquiline nose and a prominent chin.
Those who've seen him don't consider him extremely attractive, but few can deny that he is marginally cute, even handsome at times. He has a soft, slightly throaty voice, and he speaks with a lisp which most women find adorable (much to his dismay). Quick to move and brisk with his words, Armaan is easily excited and it reflects on his features poignantly. This makes it hard for him to hide his emotions and his eyes seem to express anything, even with all his attempts at suppression.
Besides his large, surprisingly innocent eyes, the first thing people note most often about Armaan is his strange hybrid way of dressing. Choosing an Afghani tunic over regular shirts, Armaan matches this with plain old American jeans and leather sandals. He tries for brown tones in his clothing and will rarely wear anything too bright or too eye-catching. Sometimes he might wear a T-shirt (usually for sleeping) and doesn't mind wearing any sort of cloth pyjamas. He keeps Muslim prayer beads in his hands most of the time and will not hesitate to wrap them around is wrist when attempting a task that needs the usage of both hands.
Powers:
His mother's powers were based off of her ability to turn into dust and utilize the naturally-found substance in a sharp- if not completely lethal- dust storm. Through these capabilities, the woman known as Dust was both a mutant to be reckoned with and a worthy addition to the institute over twenty years ago.
Being her son and the only child, Armaan did inherit some of his mothers qualities, although not to the same degree as her. Whereas she became dust, Armaan can dissipate into a sandy substance and has only marginal control over the matter if it is found in large quantities. Even then, Azhi cannot cause damage with it, as the full extent of his powers only allow him to make the sands sift and move. Thus he cannot actually cause the sands to animate and become deadly like his mother, but with practise and perhaps maturity, the ability might just grow.
Also, because of some help from Sooraya, he has learned to move when he is in his sand form. This ability allows him to float and sometimes fly extremely short distances in that state.
To change into his Sandy form, Armaan needs to hold his breath and concentrate. Initially it took a lot of practise, but as of now he can revert almost instantly. While in the substance, Armaan loses his sense of smell, but can still somehow 'see', feel and hear while in his mutated form. Again, it’s not though the use of neither retinas nor ears, but Armaan describes it best as looking through a haze and hearing through a storm (thus he can make out large objects but cannot see details. He can hear loud conversations but cannot make out whispers). It used to take extreme concentration to stay in the state, but with time, he only has to keep a minimal amount of focus. Once this focus is broken, the sand swirls, gathers and forms into him again (this process takes hardly a few seconds).
When he first developed the powers, Armaan could only stay sand as long as he held his breath. But afterwards, he can stay in Sand form for a maximum of five minutes before his concentration starts to waver. With time, he has learnt to use his abilities to travel across ground and through holes. But as the space gets smaller, Armaan needs to concentrate harder. So theoretically he can pass underneath a door and slip through a keyhole, but both processes would take time and intense effort (something which needs his total, undivided attention).
This is also true in battle where, if focused, he can dissipate into sand almost instantly, but when in fear or under stress, it takes longer. He has not learnt how to avoid gunshots, but is fairly proficient against being grabbed or tied. He looses his clothes when in Sand form (obviously), but when the sand collects and swirls, it can often sweep up his clothes and make him 'form' once again inside them. If shot, he bleeds and although turning into sand would help (for a while), his concentration while in pain would be extremely low and thus, changing into sand form would grow more difficult. This being said, he cannot feel a bullet while sand and most weapons are useless against him.
What is perhaps his greatest weakness while in sand form is in fact water. Though he can mind a few drops and slight sprays, if his entire form in sand is made wet or doused in water, Armaan loses all abilities to move. He is then forced to change into his human form and that process is straining, painful and sluggish. Being wet is also when he is most vulnerable to hurt and if he starts reverting, being caught, maimed or trapped is extremely easy. This carries over to when he is in his human form as his movements themselves will be slow, painful and weak.
Being frozen carries the same effect, but it takes an impossible amount of effort to gather and revert. This, above all can put him in mortal danger.
History:
Sooraya Qadir, having been saved from the slave rings of Afghanistan by Wolverine, had been brought back to the Institute upon the urging of Jean Grey. She thought that the orphan girl, with her adamant need of a burka (a woman's traditional Islamic dress) and luminous eyes would do well in an environment like the school's, and that her strange ability of turning into and manipulating dust would come into handy some day. It was here that the impressionable young woman flourished and found a home. Having gotten herself deeply involved in the institute and its working, Sooraya was invited to join the Hellion task force under the guidance of Emma Frost.
With her outstanding abilities and talent to dissipate into dust, Sooraya became a valuable member of the force, taking over the role of 2nd in command with both calculated cunning and gusto. But even through this new change and exposure to another way of life, the young woman longed to meet the mother she had been torn from at a young age. It wouldn't be long before she got the chance. After graduating with reasonably high marks, Dust decided that in order to seek out her own mother, she needed to stick with the Hellion's force and use previously established connections to seek out leads.
This took Sooraya back to Afghanistan and into neighbouring Pakistan where she eventually met the mother she hardly knew. The reunion wouldn't last long. Because the contacts they had used to find her had been shady at best, the hellion task force was betrayed overnight. This led to intense battles in the southern reaches of Afghanistan and during the course of these skirmishes, Dust and her mother were separated once again. After this final parting, Sooraya has not been able to find her mother again and fears the old woman is probably dead.
After this unbearable loss, Dust withdrew into herself even more, quitting the Hellion's task force and finding a steady job at a local women's shelter. Though she kept a small amount of contact with Xavier and the task-force she had belonged to, Sooraya eventually found herself drawn to a local businessman of Afghani origin: Azhar Ali Khan. Azhar, oblivious to the fact Sooraya was a mutant, began courting the initially reluctant Dust, hoping that his proposals of marriage would eventually lead to a 'yes' on her part.
It took a year of persuasion and courtship, but Azhar's stubborn ways eventually won out, leading to a low key, traditional Afghani wedding in the heart of New York City.
Armaan was born nine months later, on a cold February morning- almost exactly three years since Sooraya had arrived in the States.
The Khan's were overjoyed at the birth of a son. Soon they moved out of New York into the Suburbs of Baltimore. This was where Armaan spent the latter half of his childhood growing up, while his father found the resources to start up a small construction firm. His mother never really learned to accept the American way and soon found herself very deeply ingrained within the local Afghani community. A very devout Sunni Muslim, she would take Armaan to mosque and would zealously impart the teachings of the faith onto her only son. His father on the other hand wanted his son to become ingrained within American society. He had Azhi publicly schooled and even had his son join an inner city baseball league.
Armaan had always been a reserved child, but was both kind and cheerful to those who knew him. He made a few friends in elementary school and mosque but was never really very social or invited to a lot of houses. In other words, although he was well liked, Armaan never had a best friend to confide in or spend lots of time chilling with. But Armaan never did seem to mind. The few friends that he had, he liked and although not often, they would hang out once in a while to play and explore the neighbourhood. He played little league baseball every Wednesday and Friday having found a great joy in 'America’s favourite pastime.' He still considers himself a fairly decent batter and shortstop.
An apt child, he wasn’t a brilliant student and had to really apply himself to achieve satisfactory grades. For extra credit, he joined a few school clubs and participated in school fairs (although always as 'help' or 'volunteer' and never as an actual member).
It was around the time Armaan turned twelve that things began to change drastically in the young boy's life. At first it was his father's ailing health. A chain smoker and workaholic, the older Khan had put too much strain on himself and was quickly deteriorating. It would be only a matter of time until he was diagnosed with lung cancer and had to go through chemotherapy. This led to a financial crisis the Khan's hadn't anticipated. Although they were far from poor, the capital needed for treatment sucked most of their accounts dry and forced them to sell their house and move into a small apartment downtown. Armaan also quit his baseball team, having no heart to really play and having no time as he spent most of it with his ailing father.
His father returned home slightly better but the doctors had clearly indicated the man wouldn't survive for much longer as the cancer had already reached a stage where treatment wouldn't do anymore good. It was only a matter of time, they had said. The words came as a shock to both Sooraya and young Armaan, the latter going into a state childhood depression which was found to be near-fatal. It wasn't long before Azhar died, leaving both his wife and son distraught.
After a year of mourning and pain, Armaan still seemed to be in a constant state of reclusion, his mind more focused on staying secluded than on all his other tasks combined. It began like a mission for the young boy; he would constantly find ways to distance himself from others and would find the smallest places to hide himself. This was noticed amongst his few friends and his teachers. They worried for him but reasoned that it was just shock and trauma that he was going through.
Sooraya prayed for his health, both physical and mental as he too was quickly deteriorating. She prayed for a miracle, not knowing the true implications of what such a prayer held.
Days later, Armaan found his powers.
It wasn't so much as how he came into them, but the timing when he chose to do so. Suffering a severe headache one morning, the child had awoken unable to fid the strength to go to school. Sooraya had stayed near his bedside all day, only venturing once to the kitchen to prepare soup. Up until this time, she had no inkling that her son might possess mutant powers. In fact, she had secretly harboured a desire that he have a stable, normal childhood without the repercussions she faced because of her 'abnormalities'.
It was only when she returned to her son's bedroom that she found sand, not Armaan between the blankets. Panicking slightly, she slowly coaxed her son back to his human form. They stayed up late that night while Sooraya explained how and why Armaan could do what he did. She told him her history and what possibilities lay before the troubled youngster. Although she did not immediately think of the institute, Dust knew her child needed release from the depression he suffered. She also realised that the only real way through it was to send him to a newer, happier atmosphere where hope was nurtured.
The morning after she received a call from the Institute, asking if her son would like to attend.
Armaan, although initially willing, did not want to leave his lonely mother behind. After much convincing and reasoning, she finally struck a deal with the fourteen year old; he would go for a semester and see what he thought. If things did not work out, she would invite him back and they'd continue on like normal. The school had changed her life for the better, perhaps, Sooraya reasoned, it could do the same with her son. Plus, she had her own paths to follow and a homeland she realised she needed to reconnect with.
So while Armaan went to school, Sooraya returned to Afghanistan where she lived with very distant relatives, volunteering to teach at the schools and helping the country along the slow, yet steady, path of modernization. They kept in close correspondence and Armaan grew to love the Institute. He was amongst equals and felt a sense of security he hadn't felt since the death of his father. This change had been great for both mother and son, eventually turning into a more permanent way of life them.
Sooraya, when she could really afford it, had travelled back to the USA during the summers to be with her son. It was during these precious months they spent together (and over the phone) that his mother helped him realise his powers better. She taught him a few useful tricks that she herself had used to concentrate, and warned him of the threats he faced while in sand form.
When Armaan was set to begin his junior year of High School he received a call from his mother. Sooraya, wanting to surprise her son, had arranged a plane ticket for him to finally return to the country of his ancestors and to learn what it really meant to be an Afghan. This, although surprising, was a dream Armaan had secretly harboured for years and now he finally saw it being realised. Without so much as a thought to staying, Armaan took his leave for a year and jetted off to Afghanistan where he spent it learning about both himself and his culture.
He returned home changed and more religious. Having finally seen the land of his dreams, Armaan found himself upon a new direction. He had also missed out on the chance of joining a team and found himself having to readjust to the people who used to be close friends. Finding out that a year can certainly bring about a deep change in people (himself included), Armaan has returning to forging friendships anew and learning to meet and become acquainted with newer faces.
Now on the cusp of turning 19, Armaan realises that he will soon leave school and return to the world outside. He is currently looking at places to attend University and is eagerly anticipating the times to come.
Personality:
Armaan is fairly unassuming and even slightly naive. He has a cheerful, friendly personality to those who know him, but can often appear shy, even distant at times. He prides himself on his loyalty and morals, and considers himself a true friend to those who might consider him one. Not exceptionally brave or confident, Armaan does has a problem with public speaking and will very often hesitate to speak when there are large crowds assembled. He does not like to drink and stays away from parties and raves (though he is fine with small gatherings).
Armaan is also very religious and often keeps a strict adherence to his scripture. His actions almost always reflect his desire to please Allah and he will not hesitate to endure certain hardships when to comes to diet and lifestyle.
Though he doesn't act the geek Armaan usually prefers intellectual conversation over sports and fighting any day. He does not partake in fights and considers himself mostly pacifistic unless really aggravated. He is also very comfortable being alone or in solitude. In fact, he often enjoys being left alone as opposed to being in groups of people all nosily chatting. Armaan will often be seen in the library or his own dorm, reading a book, listening to music or simply watching the discovery channel.
Lately, he has discovered a hidden passion for photography and even considers himself marginally talented in taking snapshots with his hard earned (and highly prized) camera. Beyond this, Armaan is also interested in personal grooming and takes the time to shower a minimum of twice a day.
Likes:
Reading, writing, praying, playing chess and other board games, watching television, talking with friends, experiencing nature, photography, learning languages and learning about cultures, ethnic foods, modest and genuine people, being clean, being liked.
Dislikes:
Cancer, drinking, boastfulness, gratuitous sex talk, vulgarity, fighting, narrow-mindedness, lack of morals and beliefs, being smelly, being disliked,
Sample Post:
He awoke with a start, heart pounding, pulse racing. His sheets, wet with sweat and hanging limply from his slender form felt suddenly cold. There was perspiration prickling his exposed skin and the lack of light in his room caused his vision to swim. Clutching his chest tightly, he bolted upright, the breath rasping from his mouth and causing him to choke. There were tears in his eyes left from his dreams, and these tears, mingled with his hot sweat, left a tight sheen of filmy wetness on his finely chiselled face.
Thinking about the dream brought a new wave of nausea, causing a dull pain in his head and a wrenching feeling in his gut, both making him want to vomit. It was his father again. Third time this month. Running a clammy hand through his damp black hair, he scratched a particularly irritating spot right in the centre of his skull, sighing at the itch disappeared. Reaching over across his twin sized bed to the makeshift table, he snapped on a lamp and rose from his bed. For a few moments he sat there, swaying lightly as his eyes tried to adjust. Rising steadily, he made his way to the bathroom.
It was only when he looked into the bathroom mirror that he actually realized how wasted he actually was. Having fallen sick a few nights ago, it didn't surprise him much. His eyes were still puffy and red, while his dark hair was a tattered mess strewn about his pale, sickly-looking forehead. His lips looked ashen, a dull grey colour, and his skin looked sallow, almost glowing in a sickly fashion. Swaying slightly on his feet, Armaan finally managed to slip off his clothes. Not realizing he hadn't changed them last night, he tossed away his garments and headed towards the shower. He stepped into the flat bottom tub, and after finding a perfect water temperature, began scrubbing and cleaning.
He emerged from the shower looking slightly better. The hallway was quiet and everyone in the mansion seemed to be asleep. Flicking the light on as he entered his room, his eyes sped to the clock hanging on the wall. 4:30am. Great. He pulled on an old pair of faded denims and slipped into an old black tunic, one his mother had sent him over a year ago. Stepping across piles upon piles of shed clothing, Armaan proceeded to fix his damp hair and apply some cologne to his person. After these regular rituals of grooming, the young man headed out of his room and downstairs into the kitchen.
"Great. Cold Mac and Cheese" he muttered as he scavenged through the debris of whatever was left from last night. Pushing aside boxes upon cold boxes of leftovers, he found something to his liking: Milk. Dragging the white carton out of the fridge, he made himself some cereal and sighed. Breakfast wasn't bad actually, there was something about making your own food that tended to make everything taste good. Afterwards, he made his way across the wooden floorboards to the entrance and found his way outside onto the wide terrace.
It was dark still and the roads were empty beyond the back garden. The sun was just breaking through the horizon and the eastern sky was slowly beginning to pale. In a few hours this quiet little scene would be alive with the buzz of a dozen students scrambling to get in a few morsels before class. Sighing, he sat down on the steps leading to the garden and ate his cereal in solitude. The crunching noises he made seemed to somehow disturb the tranquility of morning so he stopped, placing the bowl to a side and leaning back to gaze contently at the brilliance of dawn.
so ezboard eventually cooperated, huh? Quite unlike your apostrophes *looks at odd symbols* XD
Lucky you got me as your first commentator… happy? So here we go!
Powers: Some more info is needed here. For instance, is there a time limit for how long he can stay in his sandy form? Does is take a lot of focus to do so, is it straining? So say somebody attacked him with a sword or gun, would he be able to react in time and morph his body to avoid getting hit/slashed/shot? How advanced is his control over moving his shifted body? Could he e.g. slip through underneath a closed door? How does he perceive his surroundings without eyes etc.? … just try to think of all things that might be unanswered… cos we’re lazy and can’t possibly ask ALL questions ourselves, right? ;P
History: Some more bits and pieces about Armaan’s (social) life, esp. in his pre-12-year-old times, as well as something about how he did in school. Note: we have plenty of geniuses … *hint hint*
Just a small thing but if Armaan has left home right after his powers emerged and has lived there ever since, how could his mother teach him anything about how to use his abilities? Is she still living in Afghanistan at present?
… he showers twice a day? Poooor Institute… nobody’s ever thinking of their bills XD
Anyways, that’s about it… you’ve really been thorough, I’m pleased with ya *pats* As for the name… well… Sahara also sounds kinda female, huh? So let’s seeeeee…..ideas…. Sandy? the Sandman? oh I suck at making up codenames XD Anybody else have any ideas??
You’ll need two more stamps and replying to all comments made to bring him into play! J
Thanks for joining! But don’t you start slacking at TE!
~ Matt
There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
Okay, I promise to come back and read this properly when I'm not about to dash off to lectures in a panic (Maybe tomorrow then lol) but figured I'd make mini comments while I thought about it.
Did you email the bio to yourself by any chance? I used to get the same apostrophy problem if I emailed posts from AOL to MSN... so I sympathise!
As for a code name... well, Desert was the only one I could think of, but have you tried looking up words like Sand etc in other languages? Sometimes they come out quite nicely (i.e. my Wes character's code name is Arcano which is Italian for Mystery... though he has no Italian connections lol). So it's always worth thinking about just a suggest!!
(and a promise I'll nosey back soon)
x Rebecca
Ohh... and Matt, he wouldn't dare slack at TE... not when I've only just got Sara started... hehe
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
Ok as promised Uz ive edited out the problem apostrophes. Love rebeccas idea of looking for foreign sounding names ..... though sandstorm wasnt too shabby.
Once you look into the points Matt brought up this should be fine and my stamp will hurtle towards you
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There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explain desire.
Generally good ^^ I love the idea of the power, though I would like to see more info here. Basically what Matt's covered, though my interest is more into are there any draw backs? Does it take a lot of energy - if he can get injured in sand form, what happens when he returns to normal? What about water - i.e. is there problems if he gets wet (in sand form obviously!).
Again, just more info on what Matt mentioned for the history - any relationships outside of family before his father's death? If so it might be worth putting their reactions to their suddenly very withdrawn friend into it? Did they worry and tell teachers/his mother? just idea's
Anyway, yeah, nice bio. It's nice to see another 'strongly' religious character as well
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
Yay! Positive reviews!
Working with people like Ann and Matt makes you automatically add more info into the bio. I like to start off with something solid and then touch up. It’s easier that way, really.
Right, this is what I added:
Code Name: SandStorm
Powers: (I know, I got carried away)
To change into his Sandy form, Armaan needs to hold his breath and concentrate. Initially it took a lot of practise, but as of now he can revert almost instantly. While in the substance, Armaan loses his sense of smell, but can still somehow 'see', feel and hear while in his mutated form. Again, it’s not though the use of neither retinas nor ears, but Armaan describes it best as looking through a haze and hearing through a storm (thus he can make out large objects but cannot see details. He can hear loud conversations but cannot make out whispers). It used to take extreme concentration to stay in the state, but with time, he only has to keep a minimal amount of focus. Once this focus is broken, the sand swirls, gathers and forms into him again (this process takes hardly a few seconds).
When he first developed the powers, Armaan could only stay sand as long as he held his breath. But afterwards, he can stay in Sand form for a maximum of five minutes before his concentration starts to waver. With time, he has learnt to use his abilities to travel across ground and through holes. But as the space gets smaller, Armaan needs to concentrate harder. So theoretically he can pass underneath a door and slip through a keyhole, but both processes would take time and intense effort (something which needs his total, undivided attention).
This is also true in battle where, if focused, he can dissipate into sand almost instantly, but when in fear or under stress, it takes longer. He has not learnt how to avoid gunshots, but is fairly proficient against being grabbed or tied. He looses his clothes when in Sand form (obviously), but when the sand collects and swirls, it can often sweep up his clothes and make him 'form' once again inside them. If shot, he bleeds and although turning into sand would help (for a while), his concentration while in pain would be extremely low and thus, changing into sand form would grow more difficult. This being said, he cannot feel a bullet while sand and most weapons are useless against him.
What is perhaps his greatest weakness while in sand form is in fact water. Though he can mind a few drops and slight sprays, if his entire form in sand is made wet or doused in water, Armaan loses all abilities to move. He is then forced to change into his human form and that process is straining, painful and sluggish. Being wet is also when he is most vulnerable to hurt and if he starts reverting, being caught, maimed or trapped is extremely easy. This carries over to when he is in his human form as his movements themselves will be slow, painful and weak.
Being frozen carries the same effect, but it takes an impossible amount of effort to gather and revert. This, above all can put him in mortal danger.
History:
Armaan had always been a reserved child, but was both kind and cheerful to those who knew him. He made a few friends in elementary school and mosque but was never really very social or invited to a lot of houses. In other words, although he was well liked, Armaan never had a best friend to confide in or spend lots of time chilling with. But Armaan never did seem to mind. The few friends that he had, he liked and although not often, they would hang out once in a while to play and explore the neighbourhood. He played little league baseball every Wednesday and Friday having found a great joy in ‘America’s favourite pastime.’ He still considers himself a fairly decent batter and shortstop.
An apt child, he wasn’t a brilliant student and had to really apply himself to achieve satisfactory grades. For extra credit, he joined a few school clubs and participated in school fairs (although always as ‘help’ or ‘volunteer’ and never as an actual member).
Sooraya, when she could really afford it, had travelled back to the USA during the summers to be with her son. It was during these precious months they spent together (and over the phone) that his mother helped him realise his powers better. She taught him a few useful tricks that she herself had used to concentrate, and warned him of the threats he faced while in sand form. But the last time she had visited was three years into his studies and now thinks of Afghanistan as her personal abode. She has stated a desire for Armaan to visit his homeland the next time he gets a break, and the young Afghan is actually looking forward to this prospect.
And thats about it...
Also, If the Institue can finance Jets and the latest technology, Im guessing the water bill wont kill them...
And yes, most of my Characters have this religious streak in them...some very close to being called Zealots *cough* Berek *cough*...
Edited by: TheUzish at: 10/9/05 8:32 am
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
Pah... none of these people know length.... ... (I have a character in the making whose history may well get me killed... lol)
lol. I only really have one religious character (which, for me, is actually surprising) *points at Hannah*
Anyway.. to the actual bio (see... I limitied my babble to that...)
As far as I can see it's all fine. Luv the power restricitions... especially the water
so.. *stamps*
"I was wrong, to think that I might belong. But I will never forget what I was... Who I am.. What I did, just to learn that"
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
and here's mine as well ...... stamp!!Oh just remember that since hes been at the institute for some time he'll know all the major established chars.....so think about his relation with them?? maybe you should check out the bios and check major developments with the players??
Now go have fun!
There's just somethin' wild inside me pullin' me to do things I don't understand.
I can't figure it. It's like tryin' to explain desire.
only one question left - what would happen if his "body" while being in sandform would be blown away and scattered by, say, a strong gust? Would he be able to recollect his body, so to speak, i.e. would it "automatically" kinda fly together or what?
There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility.
The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Armaan Azhar Khan (Sahara)
*ponders*
Well, I guess since he has to 'collect' himself and then form, it reasons that the further he is spread out, the longer it would take. Ditto for something working against him like a strong gust of wind. So although he'd still form, it would be more strenuous and would take a bit longer.
*Tosses out candy for the helpful staff*
Acceptance always feel good!
Does this mean I get to pester Matt for a Siggy/Side piccy again!?...what joy...
Edited by: TheUzish at: 10/10/05 4:19 am
So here we go!
just a suggest!!
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