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Post by Greece on Oct 15, 2010 20:21:46 GMT -5
Name: Heracles Karpusi
Country of Origin: Greece
Gender Male
Age: Twenty-seven
Height: Six feet, two inches
Weight: One hundred seventy four pounds
Appearance:
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Crew member of: ---
Status: Crew, whenever to be accepted.
Pet: ---
Crest: ---
Personality: Very philosophical, quite, and soft spoken. Most of his time is spent with pondering world meanings and how the hell he got into this predicament. He enjoys reading and looking into the past while studying history. A very pensive human being, he's quiet and generally zoned out when people are talking to him. His mind easily wanders, and thus he generally loses touch of reality. He could spend hours staring at the skies and the stars, for the astronomer in him longs to venture out. Surprisingly whimsical, wise, and informative, everyone generally sees him as 'the guy who sleeps all the time'. Angered by people who bother him or are just so obnoxious and rambunctious - he does indeed enjoy his quiet time.
History: He grew up in his islands, generally studying the land. His mother, perhaps not as significant as she once was, was distant, and thus made him rather indifferent to reality. She would simply watch over the two boys, the other besides Heracles himself being one that wasn't exactly favored by the family. Perhaps indifferent to the Turk's intent at becoming more dominant, Heracles never found materials things to truly be of value. Although he had some and would engage in competition whenever the challenge arrived, Heracles kept to his books, mostly. The desire for material wealth made him ponder, and thus his love for philosophy blossomed as he grew older.
As the Turk left the household, truly there was nothing left to do. With a father out of the picture and a mother practically on her own, the Greek took up reading for a living, studying the workings of the world and the environment he lived in. Taking a like to both air and water, he enjoyed to live out in nature.
Allegiance: Unknown. His love for sea and air is rather equal.
How They Died: It was only just a scrape. It wasn't supposed to be anything harsh. He'd won, though, with hands around the neck, and heart racing fast with adrenaline that caused such harsh crime. He sat upon the man, watching his blank face before stepping off, unaware of what had just occurred. Perhaps it was just a dream. Wake up, Heracles, you silly goose! Sadik's about to come over to play! And show off his brand new toys, and make sure you feel as bad as possible..
A tightened fist into the nearest tree.
He'd done it, that's for sure. Nothing left no - no more obstacles. That Turk was all he had left to get rid of, and now there was nothing left to conquer, truly. His childhood foe now destroyed. What challenge was there to be in life?
His knowledge. He felt as though it was the answer. He went to his books and read until his head was overflowing with knowledge. Unlimited carrying capacity was becoming limited further and further, but then, one day, he just quit. He closed his books, set down his pen and paper and sighed, walking down the hill that was his usual study spot. Life suddenly had no meaning, it was true. Although falling off the rocky terrain and into the depths seemed like an easy way to rid of all woe and agony, he simply sat on the edge of the cliff and stared at the water, teal eyes seeming to move like the ocean itself. Thoughts became just as rapid as waves, until everything went still.
His life. It flashed, though not as quickly as it would have if someone had had just come up behind him and killed him. No, in fact, quite the opposite. His best and worst times played like a movie in front of his eyes. His own smiling face was visible, as was his mother's. His cats, all lined up so neatly and awaiting their food, even though mother dearest protested. A sharp pain ached in his gut and he curled, careful to gain his balance before he went skydiving off the edge.
Returning upon his home, he went about his usual hobbies - taking care of his cats and sleeping. Upon curling in his bed and falling asleep, everything seemed to distant. His brain detached from his body and all went dark. Perhaps the best way to go for such an isolated and suddenly troubled individual.
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