On May 15, 1252, Pope Innocent IV issued the Ad Extirpanda, The papal bull that authorized the use of torture by the Inquisition for eliciting confessions from heretics. Serious crazy torture. Y’know, the kind they use in movies as an excuse to get hot chicks in period costumes to show some panty-candy.
729 years later, to the day (!), Nadir was born through the froth of the multiverse, and found himself inextricably stuck on this shitty 3 dimensional membrane. Coincidence? Yeah right.

Growing up with a love of the classical style Nadir struggled to join the ranks of arguably the best artists alive today; Comic book artists. To this end he studied at Alfred University and interned at Marvel, learned some stuff, joined some companies, worked as an art director, joined some other companies, worked as an illustrator etc. Basically he draws books. He’s a penciller first and foremost, though color dabbling happens on occasion. If you had to describe him in one sentence you could say he was a script-interpreting fat-fingered graphite-jockey, but I mean, not to his face.

He is also a skeptic.

As a child Nadir always had the nagging suspicion that grown-ups and authority figures were full of shit, and the final nail in the coffin was delivered when, as a teen, he learned that the Great wall of China was nowhere near visible from space. Simple but relevant since this was always referenced as a granted fact. It was then that he started using the skeptical raised eyebrow as his default face during conversation. This expression was subsequently hijacked and used into meaninglessness by Dwayne Johnson but then reused back into relevance by Sam Harris.

 Nadir is also an avid Mancala player and has won the Northern Philadelphia Mancala Championship Games twice (2008-2009).