Post by Sadik Adnan on Jun 25, 2010 19:37:39 GMT -5
Character Information
Character name: Sadik Adnan
Nation: Turkish Republic
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthdate: 29 October (for player's own reference)
Appearance
Height: 175cm/5'9
Hair/eyes: Brown/brown
Notable Features: Sadik has a split curl similar to Greece's at the base of his neck. He is also rarely seen without his half-mask (which, in personal canon, represents Istanbulnot Constantinople.)
Personality:
Sadik (as it would be spelled in Turkish) is said to have a "lively personality," as well as being competitive and friendly. He really likes to entertain guests and tourists, and loves sweet things like Aşure.
Personal canon states that Sadik is a relatively "good" Muslim; he doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, that sort of thing (although he does enjoy the occasional slice of bacon). Being around Greece makes him cranky and more than ready to pick a fight, usually over stupid things. Despite this, his years of helping raise Greece has left him with a (very, very) deep soft spot for him.
Mythology
Turkish mythology stems from the Turkic and Mongolian lore from before the country became Muslim. The Gray Wolf symbolises honour, and the mother of the Turkic people. The Horse, considered to be an extension of the person riding it, is another prominent figure. The Dragon (also known as a snake or lizard) is a symbol of power, and is still believed to live in mountainous regions.
Äbädä is a forest spirit that features in Tatar mythology, that looks like an old woman. Şüräle has long fingers and a horn on his forehead, and kills his victims by luring them into thickets and tickling them to death. Şekä is a dwarf-like being that lives in run-down houses and appears mostly for comic effect. Tulpar is the Turkic equivalent of Pegasus, described as a winged or swift horse.
The most well-known is the legend of Temir, who found a strange rock that fell from the sky, and made the first sword from it.
Sample Post
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Damn, or shit, for some variety. Sitting up, his rough blanket scratchy and uncomfortable, Sadik rubbed his eyes as he listened, hoping he'd misheard that tell-tale sound of a sick kid. Glancing at the water clock that sat in the centre of the tent, he groaned, rubbing his eyes again. Two in the fucking morning. He slipped his mask into place, snagged his pants, and trudged outside.
As predicted, Herakles hadn't had the foresight to vomit into the grass outside their camp, instead choosing to simply gag his last two meals up a few yards outside the main tent's entrance-flap. Waiting for a lull in the boy's heaves, Sadik nudged him with his foot before picking him up, slinging an arm over his shoulder and kicking dust across the mess in the process as he manoeuvred Herakles away from areas where people would actually want to be.
"F-Fuck you, old man," came the shaky reply. Herakles was so skinny. If Sadik was wheedled enough, he might admit he was a little worried. "Where'd you learn a word like that, kid?" was the gruff response.
"Listening to you," was the attempted response, before another round on nausea put the kabobs Sadik had worked so hard on ended up on the ground. Disgusting. In a surprising display of kindness, he actually set Herakles down, instead of dropping him like he wanted. "Fair enough. So, something you ate, or you just got the stomach thing again?" It was in the interest of their camp if something had gone bad. That was all.
"Dunno." Sadik wondered how long Herakles had been out here by himself. 'Kid's voice is rougher than mine,' he mused to himself as he watched the gawky teenager lay on the ground, holding his stomach. When did his legs get that long, or his voice that deep? When did Herakles grow up, and how the hell had he missed it.
"Well, if you get any ideas, let me know, all right?" he grumbled, tossing his shirt on the ground to sit next to him. Well, this was a nostalgic scene. It hadn't been too far from here that Sadik had been holding Hellen's hair back from her face, wondering what in the world had been making her so sick. Although, it was with a snort that Sadik realised it couldn't be the same thing with Herakles. Thinking of Hellen, though, Sadik remembered the promise he'd made to her. 'I'm watching over him, just like you asked, aşkım,' he thought to himself. 'Too bad your kid's such a goddamn brat sometimes.'
Other Important Notes
Obviously, Turkey raised Greece after Mama Greece passed away. Whether Greece is Turkey'sred-headed stepchild son or not could probably be open to interpretation, but at its core, that's how I see the relationship - a highly strained father-son/brother-brother interaction.
Character name: Sadik Adnan
Nation: Turkish Republic
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthdate: 29 October (for player's own reference)
Appearance
Height: 175cm/5'9
Hair/eyes: Brown/brown
Notable Features: Sadik has a split curl similar to Greece's at the base of his neck. He is also rarely seen without his half-mask (which, in personal canon, represents Istanbul
Personality:
Sadik (as it would be spelled in Turkish) is said to have a "lively personality," as well as being competitive and friendly. He really likes to entertain guests and tourists, and loves sweet things like Aşure.
Personal canon states that Sadik is a relatively "good" Muslim; he doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, that sort of thing (although he does enjoy the occasional slice of bacon). Being around Greece makes him cranky and more than ready to pick a fight, usually over stupid things. Despite this, his years of helping raise Greece has left him with a (very, very) deep soft spot for him.
Mythology
Turkish mythology stems from the Turkic and Mongolian lore from before the country became Muslim. The Gray Wolf symbolises honour, and the mother of the Turkic people. The Horse, considered to be an extension of the person riding it, is another prominent figure. The Dragon (also known as a snake or lizard) is a symbol of power, and is still believed to live in mountainous regions.
Äbädä is a forest spirit that features in Tatar mythology, that looks like an old woman. Şüräle has long fingers and a horn on his forehead, and kills his victims by luring them into thickets and tickling them to death. Şekä is a dwarf-like being that lives in run-down houses and appears mostly for comic effect. Tulpar is the Turkic equivalent of Pegasus, described as a winged or swift horse.
The most well-known is the legend of Temir, who found a strange rock that fell from the sky, and made the first sword from it.
Sample Post
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Damn, or shit, for some variety. Sitting up, his rough blanket scratchy and uncomfortable, Sadik rubbed his eyes as he listened, hoping he'd misheard that tell-tale sound of a sick kid. Glancing at the water clock that sat in the centre of the tent, he groaned, rubbing his eyes again. Two in the fucking morning. He slipped his mask into place, snagged his pants, and trudged outside.
As predicted, Herakles hadn't had the foresight to vomit into the grass outside their camp, instead choosing to simply gag his last two meals up a few yards outside the main tent's entrance-flap. Waiting for a lull in the boy's heaves, Sadik nudged him with his foot before picking him up, slinging an arm over his shoulder and kicking dust across the mess in the process as he manoeuvred Herakles away from areas where people would actually want to be.
"F-Fuck you, old man," came the shaky reply. Herakles was so skinny. If Sadik was wheedled enough, he might admit he was a little worried. "Where'd you learn a word like that, kid?" was the gruff response.
"Listening to you," was the attempted response, before another round on nausea put the kabobs Sadik had worked so hard on ended up on the ground. Disgusting. In a surprising display of kindness, he actually set Herakles down, instead of dropping him like he wanted. "Fair enough. So, something you ate, or you just got the stomach thing again?" It was in the interest of their camp if something had gone bad. That was all.
"Dunno." Sadik wondered how long Herakles had been out here by himself. 'Kid's voice is rougher than mine,' he mused to himself as he watched the gawky teenager lay on the ground, holding his stomach. When did his legs get that long, or his voice that deep? When did Herakles grow up, and how the hell had he missed it.
"Well, if you get any ideas, let me know, all right?" he grumbled, tossing his shirt on the ground to sit next to him. Well, this was a nostalgic scene. It hadn't been too far from here that Sadik had been holding Hellen's hair back from her face, wondering what in the world had been making her so sick. Although, it was with a snort that Sadik realised it couldn't be the same thing with Herakles. Thinking of Hellen, though, Sadik remembered the promise he'd made to her. 'I'm watching over him, just like you asked, aşkım,' he thought to himself. 'Too bad your kid's such a goddamn brat sometimes.'
Other Important Notes
Obviously, Turkey raised Greece after Mama Greece passed away. Whether Greece is Turkey's
