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[Player information]
Player Name: Mal
Age: 21
E-mail: deanpants [at] gmail.com
Other characters played at Cape Kore: N/A

[Character information]
Name: Abed Nadir
Canon: Community
Canon Point: Post 3.22, 'Introduction to Finality'
Age: Unconfirmed, but at least 21. Likely in his mid-twenties!

Appearance: Abed has been aptly described before as a beige praying mantis. He is a very tall, gangly sort of guy, long and thin-limbed but somehow not awkwardly so. He's very assured about himself and his movements and carries himself as such. He has dark hair and eyes and always dresses very casually, generally in jeans, hoodies, and some sort of token t-shirt or another.

Inventory: The clothes on his back, and a small case of cigarettes.

Abilities: See within: The ability to reference every television show or movie that exists in the world. Pitch-perfect impressions of a number of the above, additionally including the people he knows and meets. Fluent execution of three different languages: English, Polish, and Palestinian Arabic. An excellent athlete and dancer, though he doesn't try particularly hard. A wealth of medical knowledge, up to and including being able to birth babies in the back of vans. Other various and seemingly random talents are included, but overall Abed is just a strange human with human-y abilities and limits.

History: Abed @ wikia

Personality: Abed is a perfectly normal and well-adjusted human being, with all the normal emotions and reactions that a human being would use in a situation like wait no that's not him at all

Actually, he's kind of thoroughly odd. At first meeting, people can tell that something's off about Abed - he's, affectionately, a bit of a robot, hardly ever showing any ostensible signs of emotion. He smiles, jokes, and recognizes social cues to the best of his ability, but all of Abed's responses are calculated, thought-out and then acted out accordingly rather than a natural reaction as he should be displaying in such situations. He's come a long way from the first season, from caustic digs that he didn't quite understand were hurtful, but it's safe to say that Abed doesn't quite get communicating.

The term 'Asperger's' has been thrown around in regards to him. Though an affirmative diagnosis of Abed has never been made canonically, it's safe to assume he at least displays some signs on the spectrum.

Consequentially, Abed can find himself easily hiding in his own little world of pop culture, using references to some of his favorite media (generally live-action movies and television shows) rather than communicating without. Movies are things to be analyzed and taken apart. Movies are predictable and make sense, and are easily where Abed learned most of his rudimentary communication skills in the first place. They're a crutch, one of which he's painfully cognizant.

For all his faults, he seems fairly certain of and accepts all of them - sometimes easily, sometimes not. He's insulted himself on a number of occasions, either by direct self-admittance in a jocular fashion or even, on one occasion, an indirect filter, instructing someone to pick apart his flaws in the most brusque and pointed of ways. Abed is cripplingly self-aware of his shortcomings, but he doesn't try to bury himself in them often. Better yet, he's just as aware of his strengths and his limits, and acts accordingly on all of them. For someone with such difficulty with emotion, he's more or less accepting of the fact and surprisingly balanced.

Well. Most of the time.

He gets lost in himself sometimes. There are some triggers and situations to which he gives far too much thought overall, over-analyzing and over-thinking a dilemma to the point of self shut-down. Abed's imagination is something of a wonder, and in the past it's been a mite unstable thing, going even so far as causing some psychological breaks - once over something so small as daylight savings time confusing him, once on a larger scale when a family disappointment caused him to see all of his friends and neighbors as silicon-animated figures.

The concept of different timelines can plague him as well, the what-ifs of a randomized situation changing and turning out in different ways. He's even gone so far as to create a 'dark' timeline in his mind, one in which his group of friends was crippled in unspeakable ways and it turned him 'evil' as a consequence. The idea is an obsession, entrenching itself enough in his mind to cause the 'good' Abed to be taken over by this dark entity and try to bring everyone else from the 'good' timeline to his own level (even going so far as to try to cut off someone's arm with a bone saw).

Okay, so not so balanced. But it takes some extreme circumstances to really drive Abed to his edge - getting expelled from his school with the prospect of losing the only friends he's ever had seemed to do the trick last time. For Abed, someone who friendship has never come easily to, he cherishes his relationships and his friendships more than anything else, especially his friends he's come to know in his study group - Jeff, Britta, Annie, Pierce, Shirley, and his best of all friends Troy - and he'll do most of anything for them. Like sitting in a room doing nothing for twenty-six hours straight because someone asked him to.

So Abed goes to extremes, but overall he means well - he's a caring guy under that robotic exterior, and fitting in and keeping friends means more to him than any movie.

Except maybe Pulp Fiction.

[Samples]
First Person: [ The camera shows two feet attached to some very stick-like legs, just plodding one in front of the other. A voice is speaking off-screen, the source of which is unseen. ]

The Wearied Hero continued along his path, a lost wanderer without a purpose. Perhaps it was this journey he was on, this path he took. But to where did it lead? Boldly, he took one step after the next, each step a decision in a long trail of unknowing.

[ The feet stop, and the voice picks up, quicker than before. ]

He heard naught a sound nor a whisper, and it led to a dilemma within. To what purpose was this leading him? Was there one? Was there any point in continuing on, or did he merely walk for something to do, something to fill the dreary, television-less existence to which he'd been miserably drafted? The questions filled his mind. Why carry on? Why these shoes, why these socks? Why today?

[ A leaf blows across the tennis shoes. ]

When suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted; nay, bludgeoned. What enemies lurked in these shadows? The shift of the winds was a - damn -

[ A finger covers the lens for a split second, and the camera jostles around unhindered. ] New take. Leaf, reset your position. [ The shot tips back upward, up Abed's nose and into his face. ] I need more hobbies for when the cable goes out.

Third Person:

Anything Else? Nope, so here's a vampire.