Al Haitham was a man of intellect before anything—such was required for his job as Scribe of the Akademiya. Although he held the title, he held no regard for clinging to titles nor for appearing in meetings held by the Akademiya that he found no need for.

He moved through his life, pursued knowledge, in a fashion that served his interests. Anything that proved unable to pique his interest, was dismissed.

It was late at night, and Al Haitham had just come back from drinking out with his.. more or less 'friends' when he'd bumped into a passerby simply standing there on the street? What kind of person would stop to do a thing..? To study constellations? The nights were too short now that it was Summer.