Mr. Sadik Adnan||Turkey [WIP]

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Winter Casual
Summer Casual
Should you ever have the pleasure of catching him practicing bellydancing...
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In Reality

Deep Within

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Likes:

[/color] Sweets

“Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone. “ ~Jim Fiebig

+ His Homeland

“Gozden irak, gonulden de irak olur. (If one is far away, one also gets far away from the heart.)” ~Turkish Proverb

+ Competition

“Yenilen pehlivan gurese doymaz. (A defeated wrestler never tires of wrestling again.)” ~Turkish Proverb

+ Cute Things

“ The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” - Leonardo da Vinci

+ Alcohol/drinking

“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” ~ Benjamin Franklin

+ Being in Good Company

“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/is teaching

“Children are great imitators. So give them something great to imitate.” ~Anonymous

+ Collecting old weaponry

““Weapons are an important factor in war, but not the decisive one; it is man and not materials that counts” ~Mao Tse Tung

+ Bellydancing

"Egyptian dancers glisten, Turkish dancers sweat." ~Anonymous

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Genial

Competitiveness

Adjustment to Death

Trust

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Regret

Age

Fear of Shadows

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Throwing his back out

Recurring visions

Blood Lust

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History:

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Embrace the Shadows

Growing up

Armed and Endangered

After the Service

A New Era

Shadows Manifest[/ul]
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Arcana: Tower

Drain: N/A
Weak: Ice
Resist: Slash
Repel: N/A
Block: Fire[/ul]


Skills:

[/b]: Halves the HP cost of one physical attack per battle.
Cleave -> Blade of Fury -> Vorpal Blade

[/b]: Inflicts a moderate amount of Slash damage up to 3 times to all enemies. 20% HP[/ul]
Agi -> Agilao -> Agidyne -> Ragnarok

[/b]: Inflicts a small amount of Fire damage to one enemy. 3 SP[/ul]
Assault Dive -> Kill Rush -> Gigantic Fist -> God's Hand

[/b]: Inflicts a small amount of Strike damage to one enemy. 10% HP [/ul]
Mudo -> Mudoon -> Die for Me!

[/b]: Deal a small amount of Dark damage to one enemy. 6 SP[/ul][/ul]


Role-play Sample: [3-4 paragraphs minimum.]

Secrets.

Like poison slipped in a wine glass, they were impossible to identify until it was too late. Unfortunately, it seemed that everyone had they own glass to drink out of, and each was thick with poison. Some people had an immunity to it, though, and continued to drink without the faintest hint of weariness or discontent. Others, though, were victims to the claws of fate; though once blissfully unaware of what they were served, they find themselves teeming with pains of betrayal, and the death of trust. Yes, secrecy often led to the downfall of those involved, merciless and impersonal.

Sadik enjoyed bearing this cup, though. It was a sweet one for him, filled with raki rather than wine, and regardless of the poisonous undertones, he would pleasantly indulge. Everyone had secrets; they were, essentially, the backbone of society. Every country had its secrets, every city in that country, every town and citizen, young or old, and Sadik was no exception. He was a proud young man, very much so, and rarely showed shame for any of his actions or principles. To him, secrets were not things that he didn't want people to know, but rather things that he wouldn't outright tell people. If one asked about a secret Sadik held, sure, he'd share it. Perhaps not in the detail one'd like, but in the detail he felt they deserved.

It was, however, no secret that Sadik could be very nosy about certain things, and it didn't take long for the newer student to become interested in the comings and goings of one Lars van Wubble. It wasn't so much his constant in-and-out habits that drew in Sadik's attention, though, as much as the flowers. Perhaps Lars was trying to hide them and failing, but Sadik always noticed them. Of course, the prevailing question remained of where he kept these plants. It was unbelievable that all the plants Sadik had watched him walk in the house with on occasion could fit solely into Lars' room. Though, the Turk had searched around before. There was no garden in the back, no area on the roof, no window boxes, no chance of understanding without confrontation. Sadik had no issue with confrontation; he just preferred to be informed before striking deals.

Sadik wasn't following Lars, to straighten out the record. He happened to walking to the same destination at the same time at a fixed distance away as to throw off suspicion.. not that Sadik expected Lars to understand the attention to detail and sound needed to be in such a situation... All the same, the large build man tried to fit in the best he could... which was relatively difficult, considering his size and somewhat outlandish clothing. He had followed behind Lars as he went to the flower shop, confirming his belief of Lars' floral activity. Of course, now he just needed to catch Lars in the act of gardening.

The opportunity came sooner than Sadik expected it to, and the Turk leaped to it. He had taken up Lars' wine glass and prepared to indulge, sampling his senses with the tangy aroma. Lars was simply walking through the halls, though at first it began to appear that Sadik's steak-out would be all for naught... Until he followed Lars toward a room behind a door he didn't recognize. After a moment of waiting, Sadik approached the door, gloved hands taking hold of the handle. With a gentle turn of the nob, Sadik completely downed Lars' glass of secretism. The door opened quickly, not hitting the door against the wall and not causing too much of a sound, keeping his entrance polite and less person.

What Sadik saw was almost a present to him. He had longed for a garden for such a very long time, but not being the best with any garden NOT planted in the ground would always end up in disaster, so he shied away from potted plants. Sure he had taken care of some offhandedly in the past, but nothing like what he saw before him. Tulips; vibrant, rich, wonderful tulips, the flower of his country, lining the room in potted bliss. The beautiful bulbs boomed with elegance in the small, well lit room, cared for additionally by small lamps, toward which the juvenile plants reached, like an infant reaching for its mother. Had he not had his mask one, it would be seen that his eyes smiled with a sense of completion, but also with longing, a shimmer and a waver, as though tears would form at any moment.

Finally, the awe subsided and the shock diminished, Sadik shook his head, bringing him out of reverie and into reality. He rapped his knuckles against the door to the room with a faint chuckle.

"Hey... Lars...." Sadik said gently. "What's all this, huh?" The Turk leaned himself against the door frame, arms folded over his chest, looking with humor toward Lars. He was curious, really, to see what Lars would do when he finally reached the poison in his glass.

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