Amir is the son of immigrant parents that moved to Baton Rouge when he was just a young boy. He spent his life growing up in the inner city and after high school he married his long time sweetheart Evelyn Crane. Shortly after they returned from their honeymoon, Amir joined the police force to provide for the family he hoped to have. The years passed, but they were never able to have children, not that it diminished the love they had for each other or their devotion. Even with the stress of Amir’s job, the pair were inseparable, almost a fairy tale love. That isn’t to say that they never disagreed or fought, but they were a simple couple and believed in resolving arguments before going to bed, kissing before they left each other’s company, and saying ‘I love you’ often. It was a care that saw them through any hardships.
It didn’t take Amir much time on the force before he realized that there was a darkness in the city and a corruption on the force. Other cops seemed to look the other way at the most gruesome of crimes or take the easy answers, some calls they seemed slower to respond to, and nosey rookies had a tendency to not last long on the force. He was no fool himself and soon he caught on. There was something or a group of someone’s more dangerous than anything he’d ever imagined and he learned the game. He wasn’t gung ho enough to want to die for something he had no chance of changing, so he bided his time and he did what was within his grasp to protect the city his precious Evelyn loved.
It was a dangerous game he played. Amir knew damn well that the cost of failure was his life or the life of his love – so he made sure he played it well. He couldn’t just stand by and let whatever plagued his city and preyed upon the people get away with everything, so he made sure that they had to work for it. He made himself just enough of a pain that they had to be careful and watch themselves, but not so much of a pain that he felt he was likely to warrant ‘personal’ attention. When he saw too much, he kept his mouth shut and tucked away the information for later. Never once did he go on the ‘take’ or approach any of the other cops to get into the ‘circle’ of corruption that he knew existed on the force. Not that they’d have accepted him, not when it was known that he held his morals tightly and with his activities to hinder the monsters in the shadows. It did however mean that Amir was passed over for promotion on a regular basis and assigned the shit patrols, but he wore that as a badge of honour.
Numerous times during his career, Amir was injured on the job, the last time was a bullet to his thigh that nearly took his life. When he woke up in the hospital there was a change. Not only would the injury ache for the rest of his life, but he could see things he couldn’t before… His brush with death had opened his mind and all he could see around him was death and decay. That was how he first learned his wife was keeping a secret, she was dying of cancer. Aging, injured, mentally unstable, and with his wife’s health failing, Amir took an early retirement package so that they could spend her last few months together. After her death, he was approached by Orpheus and offered a chance to join them in return for training. Stricken with grief over the loss of his Evelyn, he believed that joining them might allow him to see her again and at the very least it would allow him to continue to protect that city she loved.
These days Amir has accepted that she has truly moved on, thankful that he hasn’t seen her in the shadowlands and spends his time on missions for Orpheus, roaming the parks as he smokes, or drowning his emotions in a bottle.