Post by Turkey on Oct 13, 2010 17:21:05 GMT -5
Name: Sadik Adnan
Country of Origin: The Republic of Turkey
Gender Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 160 pounds
Appearance: A relatively tall, and fairly muscular man, Sadik can come off as quite frightening in appearance. He has a way of looking meaner than he really is, and no one knows quite why. Typically he wears a white half-mask on his face, which covers his eyes and nose, and effectively hides his identity. This, combined with his height and build explains why he is often found to be so intimidating. He is olive-skinned with dark brown hair and has hazel eyes. He has a slight stubble on his chin. Typically he wears a long green coat with brown pants, knee high boots, a slightly tattered tan scarf and a red fez (see Here). Although from time to time he will alter his outfit in favor of a More Extravagent Set of outfits. It should be known that it is incredibly rare that he is ever seen Without His Mask, since he treats it as a form of "safety blanket", he figures he's safe so long as no one really knows what he looks like under it. He almost always carries a Kilij at his side.
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Personality: Not the kind of person to seem as threatening as he often looks, Sadik is quite the optimist. He tries to keep in good spirits, and is almost always cheerful. While he seems to intimidate quite a few people, he is actually surprisingly friendly. As well as being relatively good natured, he is also incredibly curious and nosy. He likes to know what is going on at all times in all places around him, and will try as hard as he can to do just that. He doesn't always realize that it's not always wise to involve ones self in other people's business.
He is also incredibly stubborn, and once he sets his mind on something it's hard to change it. This makes for someone who is incredibly dedicated to his goals, but also one who can be hard to work with. He dislikes being proved wrong, and will go to any length to prove he is the one that is right. Sadik is also a show off, and likes to be the center of attention. He also enjoys being fashionable, and will go to great lengths to make sure he stays on top of the fashion trends (although he still likes wearing his usual clothes as well, since he finds them incredibly fashionable).
Sadik has a love for adventure and travel, and loves to see new places. He also enjoys trying foods from all across the world, and has an incredibly varied diet. He is also known to have quite the sweet tooth. Things he is unfamiliar with fascinate him, and he is always wanting to learn more about them.
History: Born into a rich Turkish family living in a small city in Turkey, one would have expected him to be a spoiled brat. Of course, rich as his parents may have been, they never went out of their way to spoil their son, he was raised like a normal child of the City, and treated like the other children. Sure, his clothes were nicer, and his toys were better, but he wasn't treated any differently, and he didn't always get what he wanted when he wanted it. His parents were wealthy merchants, and because of this they traveled often, leaving him behind in the care of a Greek woman they had paid to watch him and her son during their times away. Of course, Sadik and her son rarely got along well, and spent most of the time bickering, fighting and generally misbehaving. There were rare days when they got along, but one could tell that there was still tension present between them.
As time went on, his parents trips grew longer and longer, and his rivalry with the Greek boy grew. This is what would shape most of Sadik's youth, a constant struggle to be better than the other boy, and to prove it to everyone who would bother to listen. He became protective of what was his, and would aggressively protect it from the Greek child. Even in the months after his parents decided they no longer required a babysitter or a playmate for their son, and let him stay on his own, he found himself trying to keep other people away from his things. Eventually he adjusted to living without a constant rival, and life returned to normal. He mellowed back out, and, with no one to challenge or threaten his position, he lost his aggressive edge.
Steadily the years passed, and the scrappy boy grew into a generally well-mannered man. He found himself driven by sheer wanderlust and a desire to learn, as he slowly began to turn his back on his family. He would beg to go on trips with them, only to be denied and left home to "protect the household". After some time they finally promised to take him with them on their next trip out. It wasn't meant to be, however, and before they could bring the then twenty one year old Sadik with them, they caught ill and died.
Finding himself suddenly quite wealthy and well off being the only one entrusted in their wills to everything they owned, he decided to travel. He left the house in the care of the few servants his family had kept, and promised to return every now and again to check in on things. With that he set off from Turkey to see the world, using his money and skills to get him onto ships of the seafaring variety, traveling across the sea and to Europe. There he spent much of his time studying the history and landscapes, and learning about the people.
Over the span of nine years he has been traveling he has learned to speak several languages, including French, Spanish, English and Italian, while never forgetting his native tongue. He has set his eyes to the skies, hoping to find his way into the service of an airship captain, since he wants to know what it's like to fly, and see the world from above.
Allegiance: The Skies.
How They Died: "No" The Greek's words broke through the night air harshly, causing the Turk's head to snap up and twist to face him with a glare. There was a tense silence for a long moment before Sadik growled "What did you say?" Another long silence, the air practically crackling from the heat of the glares exchanged between the two men.
"I said no. You shouldn't involve yourself in this war Sadik. Germany has already done unspeakable things to me, to my people, do you want the same to happen to you? Even if you side with the Allies there's still a chance that you will loose, and your mighty empire will fall to the Germans. Do you want that to happen?"
Sadik scowled rumbling "My choice is my own Heracles, I know the risks involved and I'm willing to take them. I'm strong, I've always been strong, and I can take care of myself. Besides, it's a diplomatic gesture, I want to get on the good side of these men, I want them on MY side." He narrowed his eyes viciously behind the mask, holding his tensed pose for a short while before turning to leave. The only thing that stopped him was Greece's hand on his arm. His muscles tensed as he flared his nostrils, glaring over his shoulder at the smaller man. "Let go of me." His words were cold and angry.
When the Greek man refused silently with a shake of his head, he tried repeating himself. "Let go of me Heracles." Another shake of his head followed by "No Sadik, I can't let you go to them." A thought briefly crossed the Turk's mind Why does he even care, he hates me... before he felt the grip tighten. His eyes widened angrily as he shouted "I said let me go!"
Only silence answered him, which only angered him more. He was doing what was best for his people, for everyone he cared for. Things could change for the better, he could make everyone happy by forging an alliance to those calling themselves the Allies. Even now though, the Greek was standing in his way, challenging him angrily. It was the final straw.
With a bellow like a rabid beast Sadik whirled around, jerking Heracles' hand off of him. It was rare for the Turk to loose his temper, but there was no stopping him now, not when he was so riled up. With another shout he lept at the Greek, sending him tumbling to the ground. Instantly the man was sent into Fight or Flight mode, and fought back aggressively. The two men found themselves wrestling in the dirt, limbs flying this way and that pounding angrily into the other. They had both finally snapped, loosing their tempers and giving in to the primal urge to fight to assert their domminance over the other. Each simply trying to get his way.
As fate would have it, their struggle escalated to more than just violence. The Greek had obviously lost all sense of himself and his mellow nature, a rage ignited only by the fierce tension that still lingered between the Turk and himself. He had fought for his independance from the man, fought to regain everything he once had, to expand, and the Turk had still been there challenging him at his ever turn. He had finally had enough of it, and, just as Turkey had moments ago, he had snapped. There was a murderous intent in his eyes as anger consumed his mind, and took over his actions. He managed to flip the Turk, crouching on top of him, pinning him into the dirt.
Before Sadik could even get out the words 'ok you win, I won't do it' the Greek had his hands around his neck and set to work both strangling him and attempting to smash his skull into the earth. Sadik's eyes went wide with terror as he gapsed out "Heracles!" A few ragged breaths and another short gasp of words "Heracles STOP!" Either the Greek ignored him, or truely didn't hear him through his rage, whatever the reason he kept it up.
Sadik's vision grew foggy, he could feel his skull beginning to ache, and his breaths were becoming harder. Even as he struggled to stay concious, he knew it was impossible. He felt himself slipping into the inescapable darkness, he could feel blood coming from somewhere at the back of his head, and his throat ached. Even when he felt the weight lift from his chest, he knew it was too little too late. Something in him told him he was done for, that this was the end.
As the Turk slipped into oblivion he could hear a voice saying "Dear god, what have I done?"
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow
Country of Origin: The Republic of Turkey
Gender Male
Age: 30
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 160 pounds
Appearance: A relatively tall, and fairly muscular man, Sadik can come off as quite frightening in appearance. He has a way of looking meaner than he really is, and no one knows quite why. Typically he wears a white half-mask on his face, which covers his eyes and nose, and effectively hides his identity. This, combined with his height and build explains why he is often found to be so intimidating. He is olive-skinned with dark brown hair and has hazel eyes. He has a slight stubble on his chin. Typically he wears a long green coat with brown pants, knee high boots, a slightly tattered tan scarf and a red fez (see Here). Although from time to time he will alter his outfit in favor of a More Extravagent Set of outfits. It should be known that it is incredibly rare that he is ever seen Without His Mask, since he treats it as a form of "safety blanket", he figures he's safe so long as no one really knows what he looks like under it. He almost always carries a Kilij at his side.
Crew member of:
Status:
Personality: Not the kind of person to seem as threatening as he often looks, Sadik is quite the optimist. He tries to keep in good spirits, and is almost always cheerful. While he seems to intimidate quite a few people, he is actually surprisingly friendly. As well as being relatively good natured, he is also incredibly curious and nosy. He likes to know what is going on at all times in all places around him, and will try as hard as he can to do just that. He doesn't always realize that it's not always wise to involve ones self in other people's business.
He is also incredibly stubborn, and once he sets his mind on something it's hard to change it. This makes for someone who is incredibly dedicated to his goals, but also one who can be hard to work with. He dislikes being proved wrong, and will go to any length to prove he is the one that is right. Sadik is also a show off, and likes to be the center of attention. He also enjoys being fashionable, and will go to great lengths to make sure he stays on top of the fashion trends (although he still likes wearing his usual clothes as well, since he finds them incredibly fashionable).
Sadik has a love for adventure and travel, and loves to see new places. He also enjoys trying foods from all across the world, and has an incredibly varied diet. He is also known to have quite the sweet tooth. Things he is unfamiliar with fascinate him, and he is always wanting to learn more about them.
History: Born into a rich Turkish family living in a small city in Turkey, one would have expected him to be a spoiled brat. Of course, rich as his parents may have been, they never went out of their way to spoil their son, he was raised like a normal child of the City, and treated like the other children. Sure, his clothes were nicer, and his toys were better, but he wasn't treated any differently, and he didn't always get what he wanted when he wanted it. His parents were wealthy merchants, and because of this they traveled often, leaving him behind in the care of a Greek woman they had paid to watch him and her son during their times away. Of course, Sadik and her son rarely got along well, and spent most of the time bickering, fighting and generally misbehaving. There were rare days when they got along, but one could tell that there was still tension present between them.
As time went on, his parents trips grew longer and longer, and his rivalry with the Greek boy grew. This is what would shape most of Sadik's youth, a constant struggle to be better than the other boy, and to prove it to everyone who would bother to listen. He became protective of what was his, and would aggressively protect it from the Greek child. Even in the months after his parents decided they no longer required a babysitter or a playmate for their son, and let him stay on his own, he found himself trying to keep other people away from his things. Eventually he adjusted to living without a constant rival, and life returned to normal. He mellowed back out, and, with no one to challenge or threaten his position, he lost his aggressive edge.
Steadily the years passed, and the scrappy boy grew into a generally well-mannered man. He found himself driven by sheer wanderlust and a desire to learn, as he slowly began to turn his back on his family. He would beg to go on trips with them, only to be denied and left home to "protect the household". After some time they finally promised to take him with them on their next trip out. It wasn't meant to be, however, and before they could bring the then twenty one year old Sadik with them, they caught ill and died.
Finding himself suddenly quite wealthy and well off being the only one entrusted in their wills to everything they owned, he decided to travel. He left the house in the care of the few servants his family had kept, and promised to return every now and again to check in on things. With that he set off from Turkey to see the world, using his money and skills to get him onto ships of the seafaring variety, traveling across the sea and to Europe. There he spent much of his time studying the history and landscapes, and learning about the people.
Over the span of nine years he has been traveling he has learned to speak several languages, including French, Spanish, English and Italian, while never forgetting his native tongue. He has set his eyes to the skies, hoping to find his way into the service of an airship captain, since he wants to know what it's like to fly, and see the world from above.
Allegiance: The Skies.
How They Died: "No" The Greek's words broke through the night air harshly, causing the Turk's head to snap up and twist to face him with a glare. There was a tense silence for a long moment before Sadik growled "What did you say?" Another long silence, the air practically crackling from the heat of the glares exchanged between the two men.
"I said no. You shouldn't involve yourself in this war Sadik. Germany has already done unspeakable things to me, to my people, do you want the same to happen to you? Even if you side with the Allies there's still a chance that you will loose, and your mighty empire will fall to the Germans. Do you want that to happen?"
Sadik scowled rumbling "My choice is my own Heracles, I know the risks involved and I'm willing to take them. I'm strong, I've always been strong, and I can take care of myself. Besides, it's a diplomatic gesture, I want to get on the good side of these men, I want them on MY side." He narrowed his eyes viciously behind the mask, holding his tensed pose for a short while before turning to leave. The only thing that stopped him was Greece's hand on his arm. His muscles tensed as he flared his nostrils, glaring over his shoulder at the smaller man. "Let go of me." His words were cold and angry.
When the Greek man refused silently with a shake of his head, he tried repeating himself. "Let go of me Heracles." Another shake of his head followed by "No Sadik, I can't let you go to them." A thought briefly crossed the Turk's mind Why does he even care, he hates me... before he felt the grip tighten. His eyes widened angrily as he shouted "I said let me go!"
Only silence answered him, which only angered him more. He was doing what was best for his people, for everyone he cared for. Things could change for the better, he could make everyone happy by forging an alliance to those calling themselves the Allies. Even now though, the Greek was standing in his way, challenging him angrily. It was the final straw.
With a bellow like a rabid beast Sadik whirled around, jerking Heracles' hand off of him. It was rare for the Turk to loose his temper, but there was no stopping him now, not when he was so riled up. With another shout he lept at the Greek, sending him tumbling to the ground. Instantly the man was sent into Fight or Flight mode, and fought back aggressively. The two men found themselves wrestling in the dirt, limbs flying this way and that pounding angrily into the other. They had both finally snapped, loosing their tempers and giving in to the primal urge to fight to assert their domminance over the other. Each simply trying to get his way.
As fate would have it, their struggle escalated to more than just violence. The Greek had obviously lost all sense of himself and his mellow nature, a rage ignited only by the fierce tension that still lingered between the Turk and himself. He had fought for his independance from the man, fought to regain everything he once had, to expand, and the Turk had still been there challenging him at his ever turn. He had finally had enough of it, and, just as Turkey had moments ago, he had snapped. There was a murderous intent in his eyes as anger consumed his mind, and took over his actions. He managed to flip the Turk, crouching on top of him, pinning him into the dirt.
Before Sadik could even get out the words 'ok you win, I won't do it' the Greek had his hands around his neck and set to work both strangling him and attempting to smash his skull into the earth. Sadik's eyes went wide with terror as he gapsed out "Heracles!" A few ragged breaths and another short gasp of words "Heracles STOP!" Either the Greek ignored him, or truely didn't hear him through his rage, whatever the reason he kept it up.
Sadik's vision grew foggy, he could feel his skull beginning to ache, and his breaths were becoming harder. Even as he struggled to stay concious, he knew it was impossible. He felt himself slipping into the inescapable darkness, he could feel blood coming from somewhere at the back of his head, and his throat ached. Even when he felt the weight lift from his chest, he knew it was too little too late. Something in him told him he was done for, that this was the end.
As the Turk slipped into oblivion he could hear a voice saying "Dear god, what have I done?"
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow
