Post by wackyraki on Apr 21, 2012 1:28:08 GMT -5
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Name:
Sadik Adnan
Age:
Forty-Eight
Nationality:
Birthday:
29 October
Occupation:
Upper, Middle, or Lower Class?:
Attitude Towards Bots?:
Appearance:
While there are many features that compose Sadik and great the unmistakable image of a man that he is, undoubtedly his facial qualities are most outstanding to anyone who sees him. A strong, angled jaw chizlse a shape of masculinity and undaunted power, sculpting at first glance the inner drive that the man possesses. Lining such a powerful, apparently youthful structure is a purposefully shaved and designed trickling stream of dark, stubbled hairs. The chin straps that lead from his sideburns to his somewhat pronounced chin age his otherwise deceptively young features, adding years to the face of the truly older Turkish man. A smile has curled its way onto Sadik's face, a rather pleasant look as it usually stands, though can spark into confidence, and intimidation within a moment’s notice. A single stress at one corner can change his look from kind to menacing, and he is completely aware of this change in appearance and mien. Sadik embraces his facial features, being a very expressive man, and does not let any part of his face not hold an emotion; however, he certainly knows how to keep a poker face, and how to be rigid, quiet, and disciplined when needed. Perhaps it is the definition in his strong cheeks, masculine on their own, that gives this rigid obedience so much strength that it can change a man's presence with a simple straightening of a lip.
Or perhaps the reasoning could be seen in his eyes... if his eyes could easily be easily seen. Sadik is said to have brilliant, light green eyes that seem almost yellow in the right light, or appear emerald in the right darkness. However, very few people know for certain whether this is fact or not, as Sadik is rarely seen without his eyes and brow being hidden away by a white colored eye mask that shadows over his eyes oh-so-perfectly at times to the extent of making it appear as though he simply did not have eyes. As if this weren't curious enough, Sadik's eyebrow is also covered by this mask, sometimes making the reading of his emotions difficult if his mouth doesn't give away clue. Perhaps, though, he does this on purpose...
Sadik's hair is rich, thick, dark brown color, oddly absent of the greys and whites of aging (though some hair product might be the cause of that). The short-style flops, as though it were perfectly planned, in a very suiting manner atop Sadik's head. It was not cut long enough to hide any features of the Turkish man's rectangular face, but it was not so short that every little aspect of the man's head could be seen with a pair of spectacles and a pen. The soft, well-kept locks were perfect in the most unplanned event chain. His hair appeared wind-tossed, unbrushed, possibly greasy and uncared for from a certain distance; however, it's almost unavoidable to see just how perfect this intentionally messy, bed-head appearance fits Sadik very well. If hair could describe a man, then certainly this man's hair could it. Dark in color, uncared for, uncaring, unmoved by hair it came across, yet still soft, elegant, and fitting into the situation it was found; Yes, these were the man of Sadik. To add on to the image of Sadik's hear further, though, it would be important to note the location of a double hair curl off the back of his neck, looping its ends into two opposite directions before curling back up and in toward a think, strong neck.
Sadik's body is wrapped up and held together in a gorgeous creation of wondrous copper skin. Kissed by the sun throughout generations, Sadik is truly the result of mediterranean breeding and raising. His skin literally seems to have a shimmer to it, and it isn't from sweat or special body product, but simply the complexion of his skin. From the top of his head to the tips of his fingers, Sadik is undoubtedly tanned. His fingers, his hands, wrapped in this skin, do not possess the same beauty and glory as the rest of skin, though. His hands, large and seemingly clumsy in handling certain things such as jack buttons, zippers, needles and thread, and mechanical pencil lead, are very rough and very dry. They are calloused and worked, and occasionally bear a great deal of pain within the joints, leaving Sadik in a storm of curses toward is aging body. Similarly, Sadik's feet seem to share the fate of his hands, being rough, tough, and dried skin. He does not take poor care of his skin, certainly not to this extent, but when one is constantly wearing heavy boots, one's feet tend to become very rough and very worn. Sadik is no exception this. Unlike his hands, Sadik has oddly soft cheeks. In fact, all of the skin on Sadik's face is unexpectedly soft and smooth. The only inference to this would seem to be the cloth coverings that he always needed during his work to muffle the sound of his breathing and eliminate other factors that would prevent his invisibility in the field.
As previously stated, there are many features that compose Sadik. One of the most crucial, especial in the position he's in at the moment, is his physical strength. Sadik is built like a soldier, made to survive and endure through the toughest circumstances the field can present. Weighing 82 kilograms and having the ability to carry it all is not easy, especially joints and bones and muscles that occasionally decide that aging is a perfectly good reason to destroy one's strength. Sadik's body is a pillar of strength and control, condition from a young age to be both lean and muscular, if such an explanation makes sense. His shoulders, broad and strong, could hold the weight of the world on them with litle struggle; certainly they could lift another person and sling them, be it gracefully or mindlessly, over his shoulder. There's also an advantage in his height in such an instance... not that it's a common one... But, strong shoulders are nothing without a strong chest to support it, and Sadik undoubtedly is strong not only in his broad chest, but also in his worked and hardened abdomen. His arms, too, have a good deal of muscle to them, his left arm being generally stronger than his right due to hand dominance. With so much muscle, though, it's hard to say that Sadik is a thin and trim fellow; in fact, beneath the layers of clothes that he's often found wearing, he looks like he's rather bulky, almost chubby. But, peeling back layers, it's clear to see the muscle, the strength, and in a way, the tribulations that Sadik had to face in his life, either of his own accord, to for the people he served.
Sadik is a man of the land, or at least a man who can blend with the land. Having to be accustomed to being one with his surroundings in the most literal sense, Sadik quickly found a fondness in wearing neutral colored clothing and very earth-rich toned colors. Darker and muted greens, browns and tans of any sort are right up his alley and he's more likely to be in such colored clothing than anything bright and outlandish. The goal is survival of the fitness, not survival of the fab-est.
This doesn’t mean, however, that Sadik is not a sharply dressed individual—quite the contrary actually. When thinking “black market” the first thought that will pop into someone’s mind is a dealer, dressed in ragged, poor-appearing clothes, someone who obviously needs the money that he’s trying to gain. Sadik, though, takes great pleasure in not blending with the obvious lower class members of society. He came from a slightly higher standing, after all, and has a bit of pride over his appearance for this reason; not only that, but the Turk believes that he’s in a business, and that being in such he should dress for success.
Black would be too dark and non-descript for someone like Sadik. For this reason, the suits that Turk wears, and there are only two of them, are either a dark grey or his beloved earth tones. The former of the two is actually more common to see him in. He wears long, pleated pants that, when standing, fall just to the plastic heel of his dress shoes, a black in color-- the only dress shoes he owns. He wears a long suit jacket (complete with decorative pocket square) over a similarly shaded vest and white long-sleeved button down. Tucked between the collar of his shirt and his vest rests a wide-necked solid grey tie. A top his messy head sits a fedora, matching the coloration, wrapped with a black puggaree.
Outside of this line of work, if the Turk is just relaxing and spending an evening at a local pub or some other activity, He’ll more commonly be seen wearing very laidback clothing. Usually over a simple black muscle shirt, or even just a wife-beater, Sadik will wear a green parka, sometimes with the hood drawn, sometime with the hood completely removed. Continuing his earthy trend, the Turk wears a pair of cargo pants, a dark beige in coloration and stretchy fabric, making them perfect for moving with ease. He tucks the bottom of his pants into the top of a pair of long, thick black boots, as strong and sturdy as he is despite the wear and tear they've faced.
His final attire is more of a throwback to his teaching days, but is still an ensemble he greatly enjoys. Now it has seen some difficult times, but generally speaking, it is just as presentable as it was when he taught. Cargo pants are replaced with dark, chocolate brown dress slacks, a perfect length and almost slimming fit on the large-built man. His pants cover the black and yellow argyle long-socks he wears beneath his black dress shoes, shined and very impressive looking in his own opinion. Tucked into his slacks is a forest-green long sleeved shirt, kept at a perfect length with belted sleeve garters. The collar of his shirt holds a silver-colored tie, which, like his white mask, is a somewhat bold, outlandish statement on his part. This tie, though, is partially concealed, as it tucks into the body of a tan-themed two-tone dress vest, the front of which is pin-striped and the back of which is solid, the seamline found at the shoulders and sides dividing the patterns.
Everyone tends to break their own rules, and he is no exception, as on his face he wears a white mask, covering his eyes and his brow. It breaks the norm of his earthy tone and is quite outstanding, not subtle at all, yet he is always seen with it on. At times, he wears it when he sleeps, almost as a precaution, but more from forgetfulness. He also has a red hat in his possession, known as a fez, but he doesn’t wear it all that often.
Likes
+ Sweets
It doesn’t matter how old you are, it doesn’t matter what your background it; EVERYONE loves sweets… right? Well, Sadik definitely does, perhaps to a slightly strange extent. Cakes, chocolates, candies, cookies, brownies—he loves all of those things, desperately, and would be more than content with gorging himself with them. Ice cream, especially, is one of his favorites, but not his top choice. He very rarely drinks his coffee without at least two pieces of lokum on hand, made by hand by him, even if he’s already scooped twelve spoons of sugar into his cup. Ashure, though… that is his lover, with whom he has been through his most difficult of times, his most heartbreaking moments, the strongest periods, and the greatest of successes. No one makes Ashure like his mother did, but he’s very close to getting it down perfect.
Sweets were always incredibly important to Sadik as he grew up. If you’ve ever eaten Turkish sweets, you’d understand in a heartbeat why he became an addict at such a young age. They are layered with discreet flavors, hidden by other flavors, wrapped up in tempting colors and delectable sugar coats. From the streets and markets in Turkey, Sadik has gotten to sample all of the treats of his homeland. A word of advice, though… don’t try to tell him that baklava is a Greek treat; nothing enrages him more than this horrendous lack of intelligence.
“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone. “ ~Jim Fiebig
+ His Homeland
If Sadik were to give you five-thousand lira to go and look around all of Turkey, he’s certain that you would never find a man more in love with his country than he. There isn’t a single aspect of Turkish culture, Turkish history, Turkish food—anything relating to Turkey—that he does not fill him with pride. Everything that Turkey has been involved in Sadik takes total pride in, from victories to failures, from risings to fallings. In truth, he completely believes that if the country were to be represented by any one person, it should very well be him. Call it conceded if you wish, but Sadik has convinced himself, and some others, that he is the embodiment of Turkish ideals.
But this is also a sentiment of heartache. Sadik honestly misses his home and would love more than anything to see it, but there are many factors again this being a wise decision. That aside, he’s found a bit of a home in the arctic, where his son has so many opportunities for a safe lifestyle. While he misses his home, he likes to hold it as a place he can always revisit in his memories despite his unquenchable thirst to return.[/list]
“Gozden irak, gonulden de irak olur. (If one is far away, one also gets far away from the heart.)” ~Turkish Proverb
+ Competition
There is no greater thrill than going up, one-on-one, mano-a-mano, throwing you’re all into something and reaping the benefits of victory; at least, not for Sadik. Ever since he was a young boy, Sadik was extremely competitive in everything he did. From wrestling to football, from music making to belly dancing, he’d never allow anyone to be better than him, not even his family. (There was a time when, around age eight, Sadik and his cousin had been belly dancing. So moved with a competitive spirit, Sadik booty-bumped his cousin to the side, telling him that “greatness needs space”.)
Perhaps it can be said that Sadik’s competitive nature comes from a driving force to be the best at everything, and therefore be the best man he can be, but any reasoning is long out of any questioning force. Sadik’s drive for success has become a defining feature of his personality and something that people suspect from him. Whether it’s a simple debate or an actual, physical challenge, Sadik does not back down until victory is undoubtedly his. He strives to excel over others.
“Yenilen pehlivan gurese doymaz. (A defeated wrestler never tires of wrestling again.)” ~Turkish Proverb
+ Cute Things
No one said that a man couldn’t enjoy the little things in life—by which, very literally, “little” is meant. Sadik loves cute things, the things that most “men” would be embarrassed to show any sort of enthusiasm for, and he is very openly enthralled in them. While he’s not the one to coo or baby talk, or maybe even spaz about something, he does show his interest, most notable by a large grin and a slight rubbing of his beard. Though he has a hard time being able to say it, because of how people treat the phrase, Sadik is extremely enthusiastic about children, especially toddlers, and absolutely loves them. Compared to his gigantic stature, toddlers are unbelievably tiny and amazing… Yes, children are undoubtedly a guilty pleasure of Sadik’s and he could spend ages with them, blissfully ignorant of the passing world.
The biggest guilty pleasure he has toward cute things, though, is definitely toward cats. Many people believe that Sadik hates cats; this couldn’t be more of a fallacy. Sadik always loved cats, always wanted his own cats, even to the extent of naming strays and occasionally feeding them. The only problem is this: Sadik is allergic. That doesn’t stop Sadik from indulging, though; but he’s usually not the one who wins from this indulgence.
“ The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” - Leonardo da Vinci
+ Alcohol/drinking
To Life! What else is there to drink to? At the end of the night, when everyone’s left and that old war veteran is sitting at the bar, staring down at his gin, he realizes that this spirit is the only one that has ever really stuck by him in tough times. (Sadik once joked that alcohol was his lover, and that he was cheating on his sweets with the bitterness of alcohol. No regrets.) Coming to a midpoint in his life, Sadik can hardly remember a time that he did not have alcohol with him, be it in his coat pocket during his service, in his nap sack, by his bedside… He was never an alcoholic, it was just something that helped take the edge off. That is, until the alcohol started losing its bite and was just another substitute for water.
Sadik’s favorite “alcohol” is a Turkish spirit called rakı, which, while not strong, is a very unique alcohol with a sweet, fruity flavor. Sadik greatly favors it because, well, it’s Turkish, but also because it combines two things he loves: sweets and drinking. Sweet, spirits, Turkish… perfect for Sadik.[/list]
“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
+ Being in Good Company
There are very little joys in life that parallel having a good friend, or at least having someone around you that you enjoy. For Sadik, that usually means having someone who can stomach his… well, his intensity. Or someone who can combat it. Sadik’s love for competition often leads him to enjoy the company of those who gladly and mercilessly challenge his views and ideas, but his short temper draws him to people who can just accept his different thoughts and understand them. Regardless, he’s drawn to good-humor, and drawn to those he knows he can get along with. Very rarely will he openly start a conversation with people he feels won’t be a friendly face.
Though he likes to think he’s a great judge of character, Sadik is not that great at it, mostly because his notions are taken from deep-set prejudice and profiling. He’s awful quick to assume that someone who is Greek will be obnoxious and stubbornly ignorant, or that a Brit is a meddlesome jerk with no heart other that his own black hole.
“The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.” ~Epictetus
+ Talking with the children he's taught
Sadik honestly and truly believes that children are the gateway to the future. The problems he’s dealt with in the past have allowed for the solutions in their lives, and for even more problems. But the latter is okay, because at least they will have the freedom and the necessary resources to struggle with their problems. One of those resources is himself. Sadik adores trying to help his students through their lives’ issues; it gives him a sense of fulfillment, like he’s honestly done some good.
But other than that, Sadik just honestly enjoys listening to what children and teenagers have to say. He’s met so many young people who have so many interesting views on the world, so many amazing desires for the world they live in… He can’t help but admire them, and he can’t help that he wants to live so many amazing things through these kids, but desires to protect them, not having children of his own. In addition to this, and perhaps the most important, Sadik desires to set an example for younger people, to show that adults can be trusted, and that there is someone they can rely on. That is his most honest desire, and something he loves to be.
“Children are great imitators. So give them something great to imitate.” ~Anonymous
+ Collecting old weaponry
Simple enough, everyone has something odd they collect, even if not purposely. For Sadik, that’s old weaponry, particularly rifles, firearms, and assorted blades, especially scimitars. While weaponry from Turkey is, of course, his favorite, anything he comes across that strikes his fancy he will gladly adopt. But once he does, he usually ends up studying up everything about it; the model, the time period it was used it, the history of that particular weapon… For Sadik, it’s exciting to look into.
Most of Turk’s collection, though, is not in his apartment, but is stored away in a warehouse that is incredibly secured, as it must be for holding firearms, some of which are still able to function.
““Weapons are an important factor in war, but not the decisive one; it is man and not materials that counts” ~Mao Tse Tung
+ Bellydancing
The sport and the art of belly dancing is something that Sadik is extremely proud of. It has been in his family, in his heritage, for ages. There are many things about it that Sadik can’t help but adore. Dancing gives Sadik a sense of freedom, a sense of tranquility; it’s something that he can do and KNOWS he can do. Though he may exude self-confidence, there are many things that give Sadik a feeling of uncertainty when he is doing them—dancing is not one of these. Dancing is just free expression, dancing is Sadik being able to move spontaneously and be able to feel his hair, wet with sweat, hit his forehead as he turns… He loves it.
Be warned, though, should you call his style of dancing provocative. Yes, Sadik recognizes that it’s easy to see that this dancing is used to be alluring, but he insists on telling people, and not with great patience, that belly dancing isn’t about sex—it’s about beauty and fitness. After all, belly dancing was originally for women trying to get back in shape after giving birth…
"Egyptian dancers glisten, Turkish dancers sweat." ~Anonymous
Dislikes
- People who close-mindedly argue
- Some types of beer
- Having the feeling of solidarity and abandonment
- Being led to believe everything he's done is for naught and there is no purpose to his actions.
- Brats; Childish behavior and schools of thought
-Throwing his back out
- Drugs; People who overdose
Strengths
Competitiveness
Weaknesses
Attachments
Regret
Age
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Contact Information: Private messages are perfectly fine. Any of my Chatango accounts are fair game as well, (WakiRaki, TurkishShadows, CymryCryfder, Candipants, BloodyAshure, TheGREATOttomanTurk), though for this site, I will be using “OFMasksAndMayhem” the most. MSN is probably one of the best methods of contact though. [TogatosX@hotmail.com][/size]
