Zulfiqar

LISTLESS, LAZY.
Not dissimilar to the jellyfish that would wash ashore along the coasts of his native homeland. Carried by the tide, directionless and pulled along by something greater. Zulfiqar never had much say in his life, has grown complacent around this concern like trees that grow around boulders. Should he care? Probably. That's for another lifetime though. For now, he'll take what life throws at him. At his own pace, of course.

DARK-HUMORED, PESSIMISTIC, LIGHT-HEARTED.
You don't survive long with a broken heart. While he sees the bleak and despair, it's hard not to see the absurdity in it either. And Zulfiqar is never one for bad vibes either. Allergic to seriousness, the hopelessness tickles the insides of his nostrils, scratches at the back of his throat. Better to quell it by coughing up a laugh or sneezing out a joke. Otherwise, you'll end up looking like a sick, sad man. No one wants to see your pathetic underbelly.

PHLEGMATIC, RETICENT.
Seemingly indifferent. More stone than wolf. If there was a contest to do your best impression of a rock, well you can kiss that first place medal bye bye, baby, 'cause Zulfiqar's got this one in the bag. However, even rocks break and tumble and erode. Zulfiqar's definitely got an emotion or two in there locked away. A vast oceanic soul that's bursting to overflow. He's just not sure how to break it open without causing a worldwide flood of biblical proportions.

SELF DESTRUCTIVE, IMPULSIVE.
While he abhors movement of any kind, life pushes him into the fray. Can't deny the flex of strong muscles and surge of blood through his veins doesn't cause a deep, satisfying thrill. The closer to death, the better. Like rubbing shoulders with an old friend, an act of camaraderie. Sometimes it's an itch he can't scratch, can only be appeased with a bold action, an unnecessary struggle, some unorthodox question that'll only hurt him in the end.