Zubeir is, by his own admission, kind of an ass. His face just does this thing where he looks like he thinks everyone is an idiot (and, to be fair, that’s kind of true) and his default setting is scathing. He has a bad habit of picking exactly the worst sarcastic comment at the worst possible time. Or maybe the best comment at the worst time. It’s a toss up, really.

Five eleven and wiry, Zubeir cuts a professional figure at school, his clothing meticulously pressed and each outfit carefully coordinated. He take great pride in his (excellent) hair and goes to great lengths to keep it perfectly coiffed. It's always styled, even at home, where he lives in old shirts and ratty sweats.