Post by Sadik Adnan on Apr 10, 2011 1:04:31 GMT -5
Sadik Adnan/Türkiye Cumhuriyeti
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NAME:[/font] Sadik Adnan
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Turkish
POSITIVE TRAITS:
It's hard to label Turkey as having specifically good or bad traits, seeing as though it all really depends on what kind of an impression you make on him. Beside how willing he often is to help a friend or enemy in need, and the fact he jumps at any chance for a competition, he'll be nice if he likes you and mean if he doesn't.
- hospitable
- charismatic
- cultured
- lively
- modern/up to date
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- brash
- (very) competetive
- irritable
- arrogant
- loud
LIKES:
- sweets
- fights/competitions
- hot baths!
- alcohol (raki)
- entertaining people
DISLIKES:
- brats
- losing
- things too strong, sour, salty, or spicy
- the association between his name and a giant, dumb bird
- people who bust his personal bubble. Sadik generally doesn't have that big of a problem with anything affectionate or sexual alike, just so long as he's in full control of it.
FEARS:
- the supernatural kind of can't-be-proved things, like bad luck, hence the mask and bracelet, to protect him from the 'evil eye'. (That's at least my thoughts!)
- death
out of character
NAME: Hi, I'm Holly, and I'm an alcoholic.
OTHER CHARACTERS: None. :| Aha~ perhaps TRNC, but unless someone wants him (I doubt anyone really knows the poor kid) I'm happy to just stick with the Turk.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Revelling in the overall coziness connecting himself and the Grecian once more, Sadik struggled to not think of when they would have to separate, or even the future. It may have only been because of his age and memory, but he couldn't bring himself to recall ever feeling exactly how he did now. Even as an empire – sunbathing in magnificent gardens, intricately designed garments draped over his body just the same as beautiful, scantily clad women, both stubborn and submissive – no matter how great it was, never had it felt so good to just hold someone.
Moreover, the smile that somehow broke through Sadik's emotional barrier-of-pride was for once not crooked and beast-like. Upon seeing the Grecian looking no different from forever ago, when he would throw hissy-fits over nothing (nothing in the Turk's opinion) and fall into a quiet slumber so soon afterwards, just from the young exhaustion and lack of energy, at least that was how it would be explained as a mere toddler, but perhaps it didn't change with age. "Hell if I know," he nearly hoped for Heracles to just fall asleep in his arms, Sadik knew he could've done so if it weren't for the thought of those two – two louts, barbarians either of them to belittle others as they did. Without realizing it, Sadik tensed, clenching his fists at the mere thought of France and Prussia, never would there be a word in the dictionary of any language to explain how much he resented every molecule that made up their unfortunate, pitiful souls.
Sighing – or huffing, rather, Sadik broke away from Heracles regretfully, his smile lost and exchanged for something of a broken scowl, before leaning down again and placing as genuine of a kiss as he could muster on the other's lips, allowing himself to linger for that foreign feeling he couldn't categorize as good or bad.
((My apologies for the horribly short sample, I've never actually found a literate roleplaying group that I wasn't either too scared to apply for or didn't have any characters for me to take, so I've had to force my illiterate group to do this with me, meaning I couldn't write a whole lot without them complaining. =3= As well as that, it doesn't make complete sense without the rest of the roleplay, but the other parts aren't all mine so I'm just making do.
Oh, and I like to use a 'k' for his name, if nobody minds. ))
Moreover, the smile that somehow broke through Sadik's emotional barrier-of-pride was for once not crooked and beast-like. Upon seeing the Grecian looking no different from forever ago, when he would throw hissy-fits over nothing (nothing in the Turk's opinion) and fall into a quiet slumber so soon afterwards, just from the young exhaustion and lack of energy, at least that was how it would be explained as a mere toddler, but perhaps it didn't change with age. "Hell if I know," he nearly hoped for Heracles to just fall asleep in his arms, Sadik knew he could've done so if it weren't for the thought of those two – two louts, barbarians either of them to belittle others as they did. Without realizing it, Sadik tensed, clenching his fists at the mere thought of France and Prussia, never would there be a word in the dictionary of any language to explain how much he resented every molecule that made up their unfortunate, pitiful souls.
Sighing – or huffing, rather, Sadik broke away from Heracles regretfully, his smile lost and exchanged for something of a broken scowl, before leaning down again and placing as genuine of a kiss as he could muster on the other's lips, allowing himself to linger for that foreign feeling he couldn't categorize as good or bad.
((My apologies for the horribly short sample, I've never actually found a literate roleplaying group that I wasn't either too scared to apply for or didn't have any characters for me to take, so I've had to force my illiterate group to do this with me, meaning I couldn't write a whole lot without them complaining. =3= As well as that, it doesn't make complete sense without the rest of the roleplay, but the other parts aren't all mine so I'm just making do.
Oh, and I like to use a 'k' for his name, if nobody minds. ))
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