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In the wake of the Incident, the destruction wrought carved through more than humanity. For Belltower, loss comes in the form of weakening resolve. Another chip, another crack; and he asks himself how much longer he can keep holding himself together with salvaged cloth and sun-brittled tape. The more he loses, the more he doubts. And when the unshakable bull trembles, the resonant shiver is felt across dead oceans and bleak space. He fears, he fears, the days to come, and those he's closest to may see him crumble.

This is a piece about my Deus Ex OC, Nadir.

Song: alt-J - House of the Rising Sun

there's a voice on the speaker and i can't make out the words. i recall it just like yesterday, i shoulda called you every day. i miss you.

there's a voice on the speaker and i can't bring myself to care. flight 52 now boarding, even though we know you ain't goin nowhere. stuck in a rut, wheels spinnin where you runnin? what's your business?

and everything aches and everything aches

it's crashing down around me, and nobody seems to hear me; pretty face, porcelain. comin apart at the seams i wanna give in.

there's a voice on the speaker and it's counting down; to zero hour to the end of days. and everything i fought for, keeps slipping away.

there's a voice on the speaker and it's mesmerized me; caught in the undertow telling myself it's easier to let go. it's easier to sleep.

and everything aches and everything aches

A piece for @adamxjensen for his birthday. It’s become a bit of a tradition of mine now to get him a piece of Adam and Nadir every birthday, and this one was inspired by a piece he wrote me.

He writes my favorite Adam pieces and has been a constant source of inspiration for my own prose. An incredible influence in my life, I can’t imagine where I’d be without him today.

Happy birthday, dude, despite this getting posted up way later than your actual birthday haha.

WARNING: This story contains a brief symbolic allusion to self-mutilation (the removal of teeth).

Before there was the minotaur locked away in his steel labyrinth, there was the frantic beating of footsteps down the street in the pouring rain. There was the smell of smoke and the surge of fire and the swell of hope that maybe, just maybe we could make a difference.

Before Belltower, there was a revolutionary. And in the shadow of it’s fall, we’ve come back to zero. And so it was, and so it shall be, that history repeats itself on a never-ending path.

This is a piece about my Deus Ex OC, Nadir.

WARNING: This story contains symbolic allusions to self-mutilation (the removal of teeth) and brief mentions of abuse.

In the aftermath of the world’s end, the ash gathers over a huddled form. Furious as the sea and dark as the cloying smoke, he rises again and stands as a hollow king, broken but not defeated. Something akin to the iron taste of madness stains the back of his tongue, and he knows that this cannot last. The sons and daughters of the revolution shall never stop fighting, until we are all dead or free.

Post-Panchaea, post-Incident, he was discarded into Golem City and left for dead. To their dismay, he has always been a survivor, and now the bull breaks from his bars, dedicating his life to trampling the unjust gods.

First, however, he must break from the bonds of his fractured psyche.

This is a piece for my Deus Ex OC, Nadir. It is intended to read with the feel and tone of slam-poetry, because I’m a nerd who likes that stuff.

Sometimes things just go sideways really, really fast. Good thing Nadir is skilled at hiding bodies... Listen, Gavin knew this was coming.

The heat is quickly approaching here in Nevada - because I’m told spring is a myth, and with talk about beaches floating around the house, I felt it was only proper to give Belltower himself some downtime. Nadir has skin-tone covers for his Sarif Industries legs specifically for the beach because it keeps the sand out.

Despite Nadir’s love of oil black and gold, Nadir likes pink, turquoise and gold together a lot. He also likes blue curaçao margaritas, Hawaiian shirts fresh outta Miami Vice and unironically wearing shutter shades.

Artist: @w-intermute Character: Nadir Ibn Al-Dhahabi Fandoms: Deus Ex (top); inFamous (bottom

Description: Nadir is my Canon Lad - I use him as an OC in multiple universes, though Deus Ex is his home universe. Post-2029, after being removed from his position at Tarvos shortly after founding it following Belltower’s controversy, he took to the streets again. In his down time while not programming, he’s fallen in love with art and parkour once more. His love for life in motion can only be stilled by his time spent with Adam.

In the inFamous universe, Nadir is the son of a Syrian immigrant couple, and a Digital Conduit - if it has code, circuitry or programming, it can be controlled. He lives with his divorced mother, running a computer repair shop out of her basement, and gives her most of what he makes. Despite her insistance that he doesn’t have to stay, he’d rather take care of his mother than anything else, letting his more successful sister make her fortune and make their mother proud.

This is an absolutely stunning, drop dead beautiful set of pictures I got from one of my favorite artists on this site, @w-intermute​! I’ve always had my eye on your art, and your style is so vibrant, so full of life and colour. I’m so glad you had such a good time drawing these. They came out so, so much better than I was anticipating, and your personal touches to everything really made them unique. I’m in love with the work done on the throat and arm, and the clothing and symbols really cement the urban feel I was going for!