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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 COLONEL SAUD (Saudi Arabia) COLONEL SAUD Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud Character Sheet (Click Here) Background Things are always unstable in the Middle East. This was a lesson that Faisal al-Saud knew and lived for, because without a little instability, life would be too boring for the third son of the second wife of the Abdullah crown prince of Saudi Arabia. The year was 1985, and war raged over the kingdom to the north. On one side lay the Republic of Iraq ran by the Butcher of Bagdad a militarist if there ever was one. Further to the east lay the Islamic Republic of Iran, a country rife with turmoil since the Shah of Iran was ousted and replaced by the moralist Khomeini. The war between the two countries had been raging on for several years now, and Faisal’s uncle King Fahd grew worried that maybe his two northern neighbors argument might expanded into the kingdom, especially after the reports that Saddam Hussain was using nerve gas in his war against Iran. For King Fahd, there could be no man better to get information than Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud. About six years ago, Faisal along with his father had made a state visit to the United States. It was also at the time that Faisal started his training with the Central Intelligence Agency. Faisal proved to be a natural spy. Upon his return to the kingdom, he was immediately put work divining the intentions of Saddam Hussain. The night was silent, as was Faisal, as he swam closer to the chemical factory that lay alongside the River Tigris. His head popped briefly out of the water as he scanned the surrounding area. On one side lay his target, the chemical factory and to the other the huge freighter flying the flag of Singapore. Like a shadow, Faisal left the water and was quickly up against the outside wall of the factory. With a small mirror, Faisal was able to peer around the corner of the building. He could barely make out two heavily armed Republican Guards patrolling. Odd he thought to have such elite Iraq troops guarding this factory. Pocketing the mirror Faisal scanned the walls for possible handholds. While with the CIA, Faisal had trained under a little Gurkha who knew more about climbing that anyone Faisal had ever known. To most the wall was just a wall, but for Faisal it looked like an inviting highway. In no time at all the Arab topped the wall, and none too soon because the guards had just turned the corner. They were being sloppy though, one of them was even smoking a cigarette. The roof of the building was dominated with television antennas and someone’s laundry. It was hard going in the moonless night across the minefield that was the roof. However, soon the target was in sight, the roof access hatch. The lock on the hatch looked simple enough, but after a brief inspection, Faisal could see that it was attached to a fairly sophisticated alarm system. Nothing that Faisal couldn’t handle. No spy of his caliber would back down from this type of challenge. Five minutes later, Faisal was in and no one the wiser. Moving using the map of the factory that Faisal had committed to memory he crept further inside. He was moving along a catwalk when he heard the voices below. An Iraqi along with two Republican Guards at his side casually walked into the light below. Faisal recognized Ali Hassan al-Majid, known to the Arab world as Chemical Ali. The man was smoking a cigar the size of a baby’s arm. Ali paused and turned as another man came into the light. This man was obliviously wasn’t an Arab, probably a European from the way he walked. Blowing out a smoke ring, Ali said something in English. “So, doctor, the people of the Republic of Iraq thank you for providing with this so excellent VX gas. We shall surely use it on those hapless Persians. Victory is to be certain, and it is all thanks to you.” “No need to praise me so high,” said the mystery man, yes definitely an European, a German from his accent, “the gold your president is paying is reward enough.” “Ah yes,” said Ali as he drew on his cigar making the tip look like a third glowing eye, “a handsome price indeed.” The German frowned at this. Could the Iraqi be insinuating that they might have paid too much for this VX gas? Ali seemed to not notice the change in the German, or chose to ignore it for he just kept on smoking. “Yet,” Ali drawled on, “you say that you have something for us that is even better than the VX gas. Hm. I am sure that my cousin Saddam might be interested; I am one of his closest advisers after all.” “Yes,” said the German, “I call this formula the Möbius Syrum. I reformulated a serum designed by the one of the greatest scientific geniuses of Nazi Germany. My Möbius Syrum will grant whomever I inject it with with a healing factor far superior to any mere human. Just think of the possibilities, a soldier could fight much longer in the battlefield; outlasting any opponent.” “Indeed,” said Ali, “that would be most useful. How would your formula work against chemical and biological attacks? My dear cousin has expressed an interest that his Republican Guard acquire this ability as well.” “Excellent,” exclaimed the German, “I can see that I came to the right people for this. Obviously President Hussein read the literature I sent about the Möbius Syrum.” “Yes, yes,” said Ali trying to calm his excited guest, “but, President Hussein isn't completely convinced that your drug will do as advertised. A test must be in order. Are you prepared doctor?” The German crossed his armed and frowned. It didn't look like he liked Ali's implication that his miracle drug wasn't so miraculous. “I am German after all Herr al-Majid. We are nothing, if not prepared.” “That is what I like to hear,” said Ali as he clapped the German on the back, a huge smile behind his cigar. “Right this way. I have a subject waiting patiently for your test.” They couldn't get away, Faisal needed to hear more. This was starting to become a little more important than whether the Iraqis were going to bring war to the kingdom. This sounded like Saddam was trying to create an army of invincible soldiers. The Arab world couldn't survive this.” Faisal had barely took a dozen steps from his spot, before the shoddy Iraqi building codes brought him low. It started out as a low moan, but quickly turned into a metallic shriek as the catwalk gave way, plunging Faisal three stories down to the concrete floor. Faisal barely heard Ali as the Iraqi stood over his brutalized body. “So, I guess we have someone else who is in even more of a rush to meet Allah. Bring him.” Consciousness came back slowly for Faisal. For some reason he couldn't see out of his right eye, but that seemed to be of little importance. Pain racked his entire body from head to toe; he must have broken every bone in his body from that fall. When his head swam a little less, Faisal could see that he was stretched out on a table. Chains attached to his arms and his legs had him spread out. The smell of a cigar had Faisal turning to look at Ali. “So our little bird is awake. I'm joyous. I'd hate for you to miss this. No, no, don't try to speak. That would ruin the drama. Doctor if you'd please.” Faisal tried to look towards the German, but couldn't see him with his ruined eye. “This will only hurt a little bit,” the German said softly. There was a stabbing sensation at the base of Faisal's neck as the needle was injected into him, then the burning sensation started. Like a wildfire the Möbius Syrum raced through Faisal's blood. The pain was intense. “You can cry if you like,” whispered Ali right next to his ear and then proceeded to blow smoke in Faisal's face. The Iraqi then straightened up. “Enough of this. Doctor you said that your formula would protect a soldier against the effects of the VX gas. Well now that we have our lab rat, I want to try it out. Everyone out. You there, bring in that vial of VX gas. We shall see. So doctor, if he lives, I'm sure a bonus is in the offing, and if he doesn't, well you better be right with Allah.” Just before a metal door was slammed shut, Faisal could hear the sound of glass shattering as the vial of VX gas hit the floor. Instantly Faisal's lungs started to burn, but just as quickly the pain stopped. In fact a lot of his pains were going away, and strength was quickly returning. However, Faisal was no fool. He pretended to be dead. It was almost an hour later before Ali, the Doctor, and Ali's goons came back into the room. “Doctor, doctor,” tsk'd the Iraqi, “it was a really nice try. You almost had me fooled. You take out the good doctor, and shot him. My cousin doesn't like to be duped by a conman. As for this offal, dump it into the river.” “But, but,” stammered the German, “It works I tell you. It works!!!” However, Ali didn't seem to hear him as his Republican Guardsmen dragged the screaming German away. He was more interested in the smoking of his cigar. As for Faisal, a burly soldier hoisted him over his shoulder and unceremoniously dumped him into the River Tigris. After that it was a simple matter for Faisal to make his way back to Saudi Arabia. For his efforts in discovering, and ultimately preventing Saddam from creating an army of super-soldiers, King Fahd promoted Faisal to colonel. It was Faisal who convinced his uncle to let him form the Directorate, because Faisal knew in his heart of hearts that mad men like Hussein and Khomeini that the kingdom would never be safe it weren't for protection that only those with a touch from Allah could provide, and Colonel Saud would be there to keep an eye on things for the good of the country. Personality There is no lengths that Faisal wouldn't do for his country. His loyalty first and foremost is to Saudi Arabia and really to the king who sits on the throne. Faisal sees himself as a caretaker of the kingdom, and any threat to the kingdom is a threat that Faisal will deal with in any fashion that resolves the threat. Faisal does not see himself as a hero, and while some of his acts may be misconstrued as heroism, he would never see himself in that way. Naturally those without Faisal's agenda have accused him and his Directorate of using excessive force, and even torture to get confessions out of prisoners. To this Faisal remains closed mouth. One of the things that the outside media don't like about Faisal is that he is such a grim figure. Faisal takes the business of being in charge of the Directorate very seriously. For Faisal, there is nothing funny about keeping the kingdom from threats internal and external. Faisal has little time for humor. He thanks Allah everyday that the media in Saudi Arabia is state controlled. Faisal does have a warm spot in his heart for the common people of Saudi Arabia. It is for them that he has sacrificed so much of his time and energy to safeguard. Faisal seems himself as another of the guardian forces in the kingdom keeping the public safe. Quote "I am no hero. What I do, I do for the kingdom. Imshallah!" Powers Faisal is a well trained intelligence agent, trained by the Central Intelligence Agency. His a master at surveillance, infiltration, and stealth. Faisal sees himself as one of the guardians of the kingdom, something he can take pride in. His training also includes an extensive understanding of hand-to-hand combat. Faisal has no real uberhuman powers. However, the Möbius Syrum has augmented his physique to such a degree that he's now as fast, as strong, and has the endurance of a top Olympic athlete. Another effect of the Möbius Syrum is that he's completely immune to almost any poison, drug, chemical, or disease in the known world. This includes nerve agents like VX gas. Faisal, however, is unaware that the formula also has extended his life to a unknown level. Lastly the Möbius Syrum has provided Faisal with a healing factor. His healing factor allows Faisal to heal faster than a normal person could. Faisal can be killed, but it would take a lot of damage to do him in. As a member of the Directorate, Faisal wears a suit of green body armor that protects him from most attacks. Unlike other members of the Directorate, Faisal wields a weapon that he had designed uniquely for himself. He calls the gun his Serpentine Pistol. The gun is filled with thousands upon thousands of needles. By flipping a switch on the side of the pistol allows Faisal to fire explosive type needles, to a more traditional paralyzing needle into a foe. Appearance Faisal is a powerful built Arab with a strong jaw. He keeps his jet black hair fairly short, and his one vanity seems to be an equally short goatee. A long scar runs from his scalp down to his lower jaw. Faisal got the scar when he fell to the floor in Baghdad, and lost the use of his eye. Oddly enough the Möbius Syrum never regenerated the damage to Faisal's eye. Over his missing eye, Faisal wears an eye patch that matches his body armor. As Colonel Saud, Faisal wears a suit of light green body armor that covers his entire body, except for his head. In addition to his body armor, Faisal wears a white harness over his chest. Also his belt is white. His Serpentine Pistol looks like any other pistol, except for a white coiled cobra in mother of pearl on the grips on both sides of the pistol.

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 DU'AD (Saudi Arabia) DU'AD Du'ad bin Gamal Character Sheet (Click Here) Background Du'ad bin Gamal has always lived his life in the Rub'al Khali, a true Bedouin. He has never felt comfortable in any city prefering the company of his fellow Beni Gazi deep in the Rub'a Khali. Du'ad was the eldest of the Beni Gazi in the ecampment the day strange men showed up and attacked the Beni Gazi. He was sleeping at the time, as he was wont to do. Du'ad woke up long enough to get a sword in the gut and left for dead. The other Beni Gazi weren't so lucky. Du'ad would've died if young Khalid bin Ghanim hadn't showed up and saved his life. Khalid then took off after the attackers, later to return to Du'ad changed in a thousand ways. The boy told him of what he encountered beneath the sands of Iram of the Thousand Pillars and what had happened to him. Du'ad counciled the boy as well as he could. Afterwards, the two started off again like the Bedouins they were, unfortunately they were the last two of the Beni Gazi tribe. Personality Du'ad is an old, old man. His quite knowledgable about the Rub'al Khali and the people who live there. Being old Du'ad often times likes to tell stories to anyone who'll listen to him. Quote "Only the strong survive the Rub'al Khali." Powers The only powers that Du'ad bin Gamal has is a sharp mind and a treasure trove of knowledge about the desert. Other than that he is an old old man. Du'ad has never driven a vehicle in his life, but he's pretty good riding on a camel. Appearance Du'ad is an old man with a long flowing white beard. What hair he had growing on his head has fallen out long ago. He wears simple brown Bedouin robes, held together with a green sash. On his feet he wears a pair of well worn sandals.

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 BEDOUIN (Saudi Arabia) BEDOUIN Khalid Bin Ghanim Character Sheet (Click Here) Background The winds were picking up and the sands were starting to fly. Grit blew into Khalid's eyes forcing the Bedouin to pull his scarf tighter around his head; not that the scarf did much good. Soon a sand storm would rage over the Empty Quarter and Khalid's quarry would get away. Khalid couldn't allow it. Two days ago a band of strangely garbed men had attacked the Beni Gazi encampment. They were merciless, killing all they came across with oddly shaped swords. The Beni Gazi didn't stand a chance. Khalid was one of the lucky ones. He wasn't in the camp that day; he had been out hunting gazelle. It was the smoke that cued Khalid in that something was wrong. The only person left alive in the encampment was old Du'ad, a man so old that he had slept through most of the attack. Khalid didn't know how the attackers had missed him. Khalid found Du'ad stretched out behind a tent that was on fire. While throwing sand on the fire Du'ad told Khalid about the attack. It made no sens to Khalid. The Ben Gazi were Bedouins; they didn't own anything worth killing for. That had been two days ago. Bow in hand Khalid stalked the men. He prayed to Allah that the sandstorm would hold off long enough for him to get revenge for the Beni Gazi. Why the attackers had traveled to Iram the City of Pillars was a mystery to Khalid. The place was a ruin, and had been one for centuries. Through the swirling sands Khalid saw one of the attackers. Here was his chance. Swiftly as he could, Khalid stalked closer and closer. This was going to be a one in a million shot. Khalid drew back his bow, an arrow knocked against his right ear. That was when the earth fell out beneath him. A sink hole opened up beneath Khalid like the maw of a ravenous mouth. Khalid didn't know how long he laid there in the dark. It started out as a sneeze that quickly turned into a scream of pain. Khalid had dislocated his shoulder. He struggled to his feet fighting back the pain. It took awhile for Khalid's eyes to adjust to the darkness. When he did, Khalid thought he could see a light in the distance. Staggering and stumbling towards the light, Khalid kept going. Soon the light became brighter and brighter. It was the smell of water that came as a great surprise to Khalid. Looking around, Khalid saw that he was in an enormous circular room. Pillars rose from the floor to disappear in the gloom near the ceiling. A large pool of water that seemed to glow from within illuminated the chamber. As Khalid drew closer to the pool he could see strange pictographs carved into the pools. It was the weirdest thing that Khalid had ever seen before. The pictographs told the history of the city from its founding by little green men to the raising of thousand upon thousand of pillars. Khalid thought that the little green men used them as houses of some form or another. None of it made sense to Khalid. As he drew closer to the pool he saw the progression of the city all the way up to its downfall. A great darkness came from the southwest. The little green men didn't understand the threat until it was too late. Darkness, horror, annihilation came in their turns to the city of a thousand pillars. The last part of the pictograph was a blank right next to the pool. Khalid was sore, and his thirst raged like a jinn. Khalid flopped down next to the pool and with a trembling hand reached down and scooped up a handful of the water. It was cool and refreshing. Khalid dipping his hand and drank more. As he hand there came a humming sound that seemed to grow louder and louder. Soon he could hear words. It sounded like the call of the muezzin or the call for daily prayer. For some reason Khalid knew that the call came from Mecca, which didn't make much sense either because Mecca was thousand upon thousand of miles from where he was. Turning towards Mecca, Khalid was further surprised. His body lifted from the ground and he floated. Khalid was so surprised that he instantly dropped down onto the ground, and kept going. Passing through rock like a ghost Khalid panicked. Then in another instant he was solid again, but felt no pressure from the surrounding earth. In fact Khalid felt incredibly strong. With powerful arms, Khalid dug his way back to the chamber. Oddly enough he no longer ached. In fact Khalid felt powerful, probably the first time in his short life that he felt this way. Khalid wanted to try flying again, and like a hawk found himself soaring around the chamber going faster and faster. Screaming with wild abandon, Khalid passed through the rock up and up until once again he was under the sky flying over the ruins of Iram. It didn't take long for Khalid to find the men. Their voices, later Khalid was about to find out that it was their minds, spoke loudly to Khalid. They proclaimed that they were the Sons of Set, and they had attacked the Beni Gazi because of a rumor that they held a key to a chamber in Iram. Supposedly in Iram a great power lay, and these Sons of Set wanted to lay that power at the feet of the mistress, Nepthys. All of this Khalid gleamed in moments. Tears welled up in his eyes. These murderers would pay. Like a mountain falling upon them, Khalid fell upon the Sons of Set. None of them ever left Iram. Since gaining his strange powers from the waters, Khalid has acted as a guardian for the kingdom against the Sons of Set. While not yet eighteen years old, his reputation as a force of good in Saudi Arabia has brought him to the attention of Colonel Saud. Seeing a good thing for what it was, Colonel Saud insisted that Khalid, whom is known all over Saudi Arabia as Bedouin, be included in the Directorate. While Khalid does help the Directorate, he's still something of a mystery to them. Personality Khalid has always been a boy with a keen sense of adventure. He is constantly exploring the Arabian Peninsula, mostly for threats from the Sons of Set, but also just for the sheer joy exploring brings to him. The few members of his tribe respect this in Khalid, but at times wish he'd settle down more. There are a few who wouldn't mind if Khalid became the next shaikh of the Beni Gazi. Because his powers seem to set him on a different level than most people, Khalid likes to maintain an air of mystery about him. With his ability to change his shape, become immaterial, or even become completely invisible it would be very difficult for anyone to find out his identity, and Khalid would rather keep it that way. Even his own tribe has no inkling that he is the super hero known as the Bedouin. Quote "I am the Guardian of the Rub' al Khali." Powers The alien waters that Khalid drunk has given him complete control over his molecular makeup. With a mere thought Khalid can harden his flesh to an unknown degree. This increase in mass cause a proportional increase in strength. At his greatest density Khalid becomes super-humanly strong, as well as super-humanly heavy. Conversely, Khalid can reduce his density to such a degree that he become practically immaterial. Anyone attacking Khalid will find that their attacks pass through him as if he were a ghost. Not only is Khalid able to alter his density, but the very shape of his body. Khalid can assume almost any shape that he can think of. Lastly Khalid can make his own flesh transparent. When in such a state, it is almost impossible to see him. Besides granting control over his molecules, it has also granted Khalid vast mental abilities. His mental powers not only effect humans, but aliens as well. Khalid can sense a single mind within the entirety of the world. Once Khalid senses a mind he can either contact it and form a bond sharing information and commication with the other mind, or Khalid can shut an opponents mind down completely. Furthermore, Khalid is telepathic, and can use his mental powers to read anothers memories. Naturally, being a powerful psychic, Khalid is resistant to most mental powers. The waters have transformed Khalid in other ways as well. He no longer feels the effects of severe heat or cold, no is uncomfortable at the deepest depths or the coldness of space. While Khalid does breath, he doesn't have to. Lastly, Khalid can harness his mental powers and can fly. Appearance Khalid is a young Arab, with finely chiseled features. Even though he isn't even eighteen years old yet, he doesn't even shave. Khalid has curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He isn't very muscular; a little on the lean side, like most desert dwellers. As the Bedouin, Khalid wears a pair of loose fitting trousers, a similar fitting shirt, along with a sash. All of these are a dark green color. Over his clothes, Khalid wears a hooded cloak, which Khalid always leaves up casting his face in shadow. Naturally, with all of his powers, Khalid can always change his appearance enough

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 AZIM (Saudi Arabia) AZIM Zenada bin Mohammed Character Sheet (Click Here) Background Zenada was always a big guy from a long line of dock workers in port city of Jeddah. He was just sitting down to his lunch when the attacked happened. Zenada was biting into a falafel when a nearby ship exploded into flames. He was thrown from his bench landing on his rump. Zenada was so surprised that he barely had time to react before a sandstorm blew in from the desert turning the day to night. In all his years of working on the docks, nothing like this had ever happened before. Zenada had barely gotten to his feet before he heard the nearby crane collapsing; right on top of him. Zenada barely got an arm up before several tons of steel came crashing down on him. He should have died then and there, and certainly the world went to gray and then to black. It was the sound of gunfire that brought Zenada back to consciousness. Groggily, Zenada brushed aside the girders and then unsteadily got to his feet. His clothes were torn to shreds. A man wearing a suit of strange armor came running onto the docks paused for a second before unloading an auto pistol towards a man with flaming wings who was flying towards Zenada. “Get Down before you get hut,” shouted the man. Unfortunately the mans bullets had no effect on the flying man other than to get his attention. Twin gout of flames flew through the air, one towards Zenada and the other to his would be rescuer. What clothing remained on Zenada was instantly turned to ash, and while fire hurt like crazy it didn't last very long. As for the man he had dodged the flames by leaping into the water. The man flew up to Zenada and paused. “By Allah,” he said, “you are certainly a huge one. Well no matter. Prepare to enter Paradise defiler of the Lands of the Two Holy Mosques.” Zenada had no idea what this man with wings of flame was talking about, but he certainly was getting tired of having his lunch ruined by a bunch of lunatics. Glancing around Zenada saw a piece of the crane that had fallen on him. Inspiration suddenly struck him, and Zenada picked the piece of steel up. It felt like a feather in his hands, even though it probably weighed in the hundreds of kilos. Swinging the piece of steel at the man, Zenada got really lucky. The metal slammed into the flying man, and Zenada knew he hurt ribs cracking. There was a bright flash of fire and Zenada's makeshift club was melted down almost to where he was holding it. Shocked Zenada dropped the piece of steels and stared down at his hands. It was true, his hands were like nothing Zenada had ever seen. Zenada turned to a slap on his lower back. Looking down he saw the man who had tried to help him. He didn't look to happy. “Next time I tell you to get down Azim,” the man growled, “by Allah you had better do it. But otherwise you did a fair job. Not many people could hand the likes of Al-Humra Nisr.” “Al-Humra Nisr?” mouthed Zenada, “isn't he one of the those terrorists? One of those Fatwa guys?” The man looked at Zenada as if he had come from another planet. “Of course,” said the man, “didn't I just say so. I am Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud, but you can call me Colonel Saud. I am his majesties right hand, and the head of the Directorate.” Zenada had never heard of the Directorate, but he certainly knew a member of the royal family when he met one. He bowed to the colonel. “Enough of that,” said Colonel Saud, “Al-Humra Nisr or one of the others of Fatwa are probably sit about, although you dealt him a nasty blow. Come we must move.” The day had changed Zenadas' life. He along with Colonel Saud and his Directorate agents had chanced off Fatwa, with only minor injuries to the Jeddah locals, but with a lot of property damage. Colonel Saud never did learn why Fatwa had attacked the port of Jeddah, but chalked it up to more of Imam's crazy quest for power. As for Zenada he got a trip to Riyadh, where he underwent several exams. It was determined that he possessed the ubergene, and was becoming super-humanly strong. Colonel Saud told him that it was his duty to serve the kingdom as a member of his Directorate, and was given the code-name: Azim or Huge in Arabic. At first Zenada didn't know what to think, but when he thought back to how much destruction Fatwa had done to Jeddah, he knew he had to remain and help out any way he could. Personality Zenada has quickly learned since his transformation into an Uberhuman that almost nothing can hurt him. Hence Zenada doesn't think twice or hesitate when it comes to a fight. Thinking that he is invulnerable makes Zenada a very confident person. This has been his undoing a number of times, especially when fighting opponents who don't rely on brute strength. When fighting those times of foes, Zenada downplays it as if his opponent got a luck shot in on him. One of the main reasons Zenada has remained with the Directorate is that he truly is concerned about his fellow Arab. Zenada tries his best to see that innocents are out of the way of any fight that he is going into, and woe to any super-villain who blatantly attacks a civilian. There are few ways to anger Zenada, and hurting innocent people is the easiest. Quote "Is all this violence really necessary?" Powers Zenada is an uberhuman who is super-humanly strong. He has been known to lift some incredible amounts of weight. In addition to his superhuman strength, Zenada is also resistant to almost any physical harm. He took a direct hit from a plasma bolt from Al-Humra Nisr with little actual damage. Most uberhumans wouldn't have survived such an attack. Zenada has also been known to just shrug off attacks like so many buzzing insects. During his time working for the Directorate, Zenada has learned a few combat routines. One of them is to grab a foe and squeeze the life out of them. So far, Zenada hasn't killed anyone with this particular attack. Another favorite of Zenada is for him to pound the ground with both fists causing massive shock-waves. Unfortunately, this attack also tends to cause massive property damage. Another is for Zenada to go in the middle of a bunch of normal attacks and fling his arms in all directions. Most normal people cannot take this abuse and usually end up in the hospital. Zenada isn't one to know how much strength to use. Appearance Zenada is an enormous man. He stands about 3 meters, or almost 10 feet in height. Just looking at Zenada the first impression people make of him is that he is just simply massive. Zenada tips the scales at over 450 kilos, or almost a half a ton, and most of that is muscle. Zenada wears a standard Directorate suit, but unlike the other suits worn by the agents, his isn't armored. He doesn't need any extra protection. Otherwise his suit consists of light green trousers, tunic, and boots. Also Zenada has removed the sleeves of his tunic. Zenada is more comfortable that way. He also has a white belt and the standard white harness that most Directorate agents wear. Zenada is a dark skinned Arab with bright white hair. When his ubergene became active his hair gradually lost all of its pigment. Zenada also likes to keep a small soul patch to be stylish.

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 Q (Saudi Arabia) Q Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam Character Sheet (Click Here) Background For many years, Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam was the personal research assistant to one of the greatest geniuses of the Soviet Union, Professor Sergei Proserpov. Yklymberdi assisted the professor in some of his most landmark experiments. The last one the two work on was the super-soldier project before Prosperpov was sent into exile in Siberia after the experiment failed miserably. Yklymberdi never did learn what caused Super-Spetzna to go berserk, but being an astute Soviet knew the writing on the wall. Yklymberdi fled back to his native Turkmenstan SSR, just knowing that the KGB would be hot on his heels. He was able to evade detection for several years until something curious happened. The Soviet Union collapsed upon itself. Seizing the oppurtunity Yklymberdi stowed away in an oil tanker bound for Saudi Arabia. He tried to blend in his best with the Saudi's, but somehow he was caught up. In a small apartment in Riyadh there was knock at the door followed by the door being kicked in. In stalked a huge man with an eye patch pointing a gun squarely at Yklymberdi's face. "Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam," said the man, "you are under arrest for espionage against the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia." Yklymberdi of course had no idea what the man was talking about, but he wasn't about to argue with a man with a gun. Several more men came into the apartment and handcuffed Yklymberdi and hauled him out to a waiting van. While in the van someone put a hood over his head and he couldn't see a thing. Yklymberdi felt like he was being kidnapped. A little while later he was hustled into a building sat down in a chair and had the hood ripped off. Again the giant of a man who broke into his apartment was there. He was reading from a file. Without looking up he spoke. "Do you know what the penalty for spying in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is?" "I wasn't spying." "You are Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam are you not?" "Yes, but what does that have to do with anything. I was merely seeking political assylum in Saudi Arabia." The man closed the file with a snap. "So that is it. Hm. Well in that case doctor, assylum is granted, but on one condition. That condition is that you work for me. I am Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud the head of the Directorate. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is in need of your talents doctor. I don't take no for an answer." "I am no super-hero Colonel Saud." "That I know doctor, therefore I need you to make one for me." At first Yklymberdi was against the idea, but the longer he was with the Directorate the more the idea made sense. Using the knowledge that he gained working with Professor Proserpov, Yklymberdi recreated the experiment that Professor Proserpov used on his daughter to make her into the super hero Prezma. Yklymberdi's super-hero was code-named Al-Nil or the Indigo. The good doctor keeps a close eye on his creation, and Colonel Saud keeps and eye on him. Personality Yklymberdi is a medical scientist through and through. His greatest passion is working in his lab often times forgetting to eat or sleep for days. While not as great as scientist as Professor Proserpov or the Professor, Yklymberdi isn't a slouch when it comes to science. Quote "I be not knowing why everyone be calling me 'Q'?" Powers Ykylmberdi is a man with a lot of scientific knowledge, most of which he gained while working alongside Professor Proserpov. Like other agents of the Directorate, Ykylmberdi wears a suit of light weight body armor. He also carries around a serpentine pistol which he designed for himself and Colonel Saud. Otherwise, Yklymberdi isn't much of a physical man. Appearance Yklymberdi is a slight man with huge glasses. He wears the standard Directorate uniform of light green body armor with boots and gloves with a white harness and belt. However, unlike other agents, Yklymberdi wears a white lab coat over his armor. Yklymberdi is an unassuming man with a dark mustache and light beard. The other agents of the Directorate like to call him 'Q'.

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 AL-NIL (Saudi Arabia) AL-NIL (The Indigo) Ramadan al-Nil Character Sheet (Click Here) Background Ramadan is the name that they tell him is his, but he can never be sure. Memories are like moving points of light; here and then gone again. He can never be sure. His handler the man the Directorate agents call 'Q' is his handler, and creator. So is this man his father? He can never be sure. Q tells him that once he was soldier, a brave man in the Saudi Arabian army. However, he was brought down not by an enemy of the state, nor a bomb, but by his own body. He was dying, so they told him. Cancer. The Directorate was looking for volunteers for an experiment by Q. He doesn't know how many people accepted the sacrifice, nor how many died in the attempt to create a super-hero for Saudi Arabia. Q doesn't like to talk about it. He was going to die anyways, he felt that this would be a good way serve his nation one last time. He survived, but is slowly forgetting his past. Maybe that is for the best. He was nervous when the laid him down in the photonic chamber, but he didn't notice much. The cancer ate at him like a ghoul and all he knew was pain. Q explained the procedure to him, but he couldn't understand or remember half of it. There was a blinding flash. Then came the pain. He thought the pain from the cancer was unbearable, but this pain made that pain seem infinitesimal. On that day he died, only to be reborn. They told him his name was Ramadan al-Nil. He could never be sure. He was no longer human, but something more. He was light, he was color. He was reborn. Q would stay with him. Q would be his link to humanity. Al-Nil would serve his country in the best way he could. This time he would be a super-hero. Personality Since his transformation into a being of light, Ramadan is slowly loosing his grip on humanity. He has extreme difficulty expressing emotions or even feeling them. In a way he seems to be detached from himself, as if he were looking in on what is going on around him. He makes no friends or enemies for that matter. He does what he is asked to do, and nothing else. Some foes have thought that he is some kind of automaton, without really understanding what he has become. The only thing that seems to link Ramadan with the world is his sense of duty. He volunteered for this duty and nothing will prevent him from being the best super-hero for Saudi Arabia. Ramadan will not betray or allow any harm to come to his country, even if this means his own destruction. Ramadan is slowing forgetting his past. If it wasn't for Q, he would probably have forgotten it all by now. At times Ramadan regrets the transformation, but this emotion is getting harder for him to recognize or feel. Quote "On Ramadan I died. On Ramadan I was reborn." Powers Ramadan has been transformed into a creature composed completely of photons. As such he is effected little by anything that doesn't effect light. He never get hot nor cold, and doesn't even breathe. Diseases such as cancer do not have a hold on him anymore. Ramadan can survive the deepest depths of the oceans and even the vacuum of space. Being composed of light, Al-Nil can naturally fly. He's probably one of the fastest fliers on Earth about to travel across millions of miles in a blink of an eye. He has incredible vision which allows him to see things thousands of miles away from him as well. Al-Nil can also travel out into space and jump faster than the speed of light. Other abilities that he has gained from the transformation is the ability to form a force field around himself that most attacks cannot get through. With a mere thought, Al-Nil can become completely immaterial, all attacks except those that are light-based or darkness-based have any chance of harming him. Al-Nil can project light out of his body, which is naturally replenished by natural light. He can vary the intensity of the light from a simple blinding light to a lethal laser blast. While not a killer, Al-Nil usually reserves his laser blast for foes that aren't affected by his other attacks. Appearance Since his transformation, Al-Nil has shed almost all of his mass. He still appears to be a man of average height, but that is where his similarities to any other human end. Al-Nil is completely hairless, and finds no use to wear clothes. His skin, for the lack of a better term, constantly glows an indigo, which grows brighter when he activates his force field. His eyes are a darker shade of indigo. Another thing that sets Al-Nil from other humans is the indigo crescent and star on his forehead. Al-Nil has no life outside of being Al-Nil. His transformation makes it impossible for him to maintain a normal life, even if he wanted to. On occasions, Al-Nil will wear clothes but he usually finds no use for them.

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Re: Around the World With A New Character Each Week #152 THE DIRECTORATE (Suadi Arabia) Background The Directorate found its origins in the first Gulf War. Colonel Faisal ibn Abdullah Al Saud was sent to Iraq to investigate reports that Saddam Hussein was gathering chemical and biological weapons to use against Iran. The kingdom was worried that if Iraq actually defeated Iran than maybe Iraq would turn their eyes to the south to the oil rich Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. While Colonel Al Saud did find evidence that Saddam Hussein's cousin Chemical Ali was buying chemicals to make nerve gas he found also that Saddam was willing to create super-soldiers as well. Colonel Saud was barely able to escape by playing dead. Once back in Saudi Arabia the colonel got an audience with his father who was acting as regent of the kingdom after Faisal's uncle King Fahd had suffered a stroke. Colonel Saud was able to convince his father that Iraq posed a great threat to the security of Saudi Arabia. However, due to the political climate, in which Saudi Arabia actually supported Iraq, there was little the king could do against Iraq directly. Instead, he made Faisal head of a new independent covert organization in his government that only answered to the king. The basic mandate of the Directorate was for Colonel Saud to gather together any and all uberhumans, not including females as this would certainly outrage the imams, in the kingdom and form them into a team to act as the protectors and defenders of the kingdom. This turned out to be more difficult than what was first proposed. Uberhumans typically appear in 1 out of million people. It wouldn't be likely for Colonel Saud to find one uberhuman, let alone a whole team. During the time of the first Gulf War, a super-hero group formed in the Middle East. The group was known as the Five Pillars, and consisted of Iron Amir from Qatar, Pearl from Bahrain, Roc from Iran, Saluqi from Lebanon, and Veil from Egypt. Colonel Saud considered recruiting any of them, except for Veil, but his mandate only allowed for him to recruit uberhumans from Saudi Arabia. In a way, Colonel Saud always resented this fact, but his loyalty to his kingdom would never allow him to compromise. So to this day there is ranker between the Directorate and the Five Pillars. In fact, not of the Five Pillars are allowed to operate inside the kingdom. It was during an attack in Jeddah that Colonel Saud found his first uberhuman. Fatwa, for some reason only known to their power crazed leader Imam, had laid waste to the city. Colonel Saud along with a few of his Directorate agents attempted their best to hold off the attack when Colonel Saud ran into Hamra al-Nisr. Even though he had unloaded an auto pistol at the Palestinian it didn't have any effect on the uberhuman. Colonel Saud was forced to dive into the water. When he surfaced the fiery uberhuman was gone. Standing on the dock was a huge man holding what looked like what had once been part of a crane. The thing must have weighed several tons, yet the man wielded it like it were a paperweight. Colonel Saud had finally his first uberhuman, but even with Azim, Colonel Saud knew that just one uberhuman would not be enough. Following some really old records of events that had occurred over several centuries, Colonel Saud was able to piece together the history of the hyena, a creature of myth. One of the earliest records he could undercover was about a certain clerk in the court of the Caliph in Baghdad who turned into a monstrous hyena killed several people before he was killed by the caliphs' soldiers. Colonel Saud was intrigued by the records. He pondered whether this hyena man could be of use to the kingdom. After that it was only a matter of time for Colonel Saud to track down a descendent of that poor clerk in ancient Baghdad. To his horror, the man had turned out to be a stand up comedian. This man surely wouldn't be fit to serve the kingdom. Colonel Saud spent an entire evening watching this young mans' act, and while Colonel Saud didn't enjoy the show at all he did come to the conclusion that this Hazim bin Hazim would do, if only to irritate him. After the show Colonel Saud confronted the man, and he admitted that he was this werehyena. The man thought it would be entertaining to him to be with the Directorate. Colonel Saud wasn't sure, but he wasn't going to turn this aid from the kingdom. Colonel Saud had recently been hearing reports of a Bedouin with superpowers, but no matter how hard he tried to find this uberhuman none of this efforts were brought to fruition. He had entered his office one day to go over some more reports on this Bedouin when Colonel Saud saw someone standing in the shadows. Instantly Colonel Saud had he gun out and firing. It didn't pay not to react when dealing with uberhumans. Colonel Saud had lost several agents over the years due to not reacting properly against uberhumans. The two had a silent communication between them, and Colonel Saud was able to convince Bedouin that he could better protect the kingdom better by being a member of the Directorate. Thing quieted down for a few years. There was no clear winners to the first Gulf War. Both sides bungled their way through the war. Saddam not only attacked Iran with nerve gases but turned on his own people as well; those who weren't part of his political party or a member of his form of Islam. Fortunately, at that time Saddam didn't turn his attention south. After the Iraq-Iran War things turned the worst between Iraq and Kuwait. Kuwait had financed a large portion of the war for Iraq and were not willing to forget the billions of dollars Iraq owed to Kuwait. Eventually Iraq invaded Kuwait quickly overrunning whatever defenses Kuwait had. Colonel Saud's father just knew that Saudi Arabia would be next. He ordered Colonel Saud to get another super hero for the Directorate regardless of the cost. Meanwhile the United States and its' allies were protesting the invasion. Against the advice of Colonel Saud, the king actually invited American super-heroes to come and defend Saudi Arabia. Sanction was the first American super hero group to come along with the United States military for what was to be known as Operation Desert Storm. Colonel Saud was only thankful that Lady Liberty wasn't invited. Sanction alongside super heroes from the United Kingdom and even the Directorate super heroes were involved with driving Iraq out of Kuwait. Colonel Saud thought at the time that things were settled with Iraq. In the future he was proven to be wrong. The one thing that came out of the Operation Desert Storm was the collection of an illegal immigrant, Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam, who one time was a personal assistant to Professor Proserpov, probably one of the greatest minds in the world. With a little arm twisting and threats of deportation, Colonel Saud was about to convince the good doctor to assist the Directorate in finding another super hero. The result was Al-Nil. Currently the Directorate has not expanded its ranks. Colonel Saud is still looking for uberhumans to fill the ranks of the Directorate, but is making do with his Directorate agents instead. Since the Americans have invaded and now occupy Iraq he keeps a close eye on the activities to the north. At time Colonel Saud thinks that the Americans might pose a greater threat to the kingdom than Saddam Hussein. Area of Operations Mostly Saudia Arabia. From time to time the Directorate will covertly sneak into other Middle Eastern countries, northern Africa, and even as far as Pakistan. Goals The primary mandate for the Directorate is to gather together Saudi Arabian uberhumans and enlist them in the defense of the kingdom against threats foreign and domestic. The Directorate is responsible for combating super villains wherever they might show up in the kingdom. Colonel Saud as the head of the Directorate keeps an eye on terrorist organizations, extremist groups, and any Middle Eastern uberhuman. Imam the leader of Fatwa is high on the list of super villains sought by the Directorate. The main reason being that he is Saudi Arabian. Reputation The Directorate has a mixed reputation in the Middle East. Most other countries do not trust the Directorate, and at times there has been conflict between the Directorate and Five Pillars. Five Pillars are not allowed to operate in Saudi Arabia. However, the other countries in the Middle East do see that while the Directorate concentrates mostly on Saudi Arabia they do an excellent job of protecting Saudi Arabia from superhuman threat and thus provide some stability to the Middle East. Outside the Middle East, and the Directorate is met with mixed blessings. The United States official group Sanction has good relations with the Directorate as does a few super hero groups in Britain. However, groups like Russian Dawn are suspicious of the Directorate, especially after they discovered that Doctor Yklymberdi Aronshtam, a wanted criminal in Russia is working for them. To the east, the Assembly look upon the Directorate as a force of possibly instability in Pakistan. The Directorate has often been accused by the Assembly of sowing discord in Pakistan.

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