Post by heracles on Nov 29, 2010 15:52:40 GMT -5
! Χ ΕΡΑΚΛΕΣ ΚΑΡΠΟΥΖΙ ¡
° N-ame || Heracles Karpousi
° A-liases || Sadik often insults him with the nicknames Hera or Raya. He’d prefer it if he was called by his full name.
° A-ge || 26
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || No family
° S-ight || As a child he used to see magnificent things, but he became more cynical with age and finally lost his sight as an adult.
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° E-ye color || Myrtle green
° H-air color || Chestnut brown
° H-eight || 187 cm
° W-eight || 75 kg
° S-kin tone || Light olive skin
° D-efining features || big droopy eyes with heavy eyelids that can close any second, slightly wavy brown hair, and beautifully shaped lips that made people confuse him with a girl when he was younger- other than that he blends in with the rest undetected and out of harm’s way (unless Sadik is nearby)
° A-dditional features ||Got a tattoo when he was younger that says “wisdom” in his language on his inner left thigh near his lower region. It’s important to note that he was drunk and much more philosophical than tired back then. He hasn’t shown the tattoo to anyone and would rather forget he even has one. He has lean muscles that he covers up with casual clothing, because he doesn’t believe in material goods or fashion and sees no reason to attract male or female companions.
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° J-ob || owns a bookshop
° R-ank || N/A
° R-eason for current profession || Enjoys to read and sleep in quiet places. He lives over the bookstore, so you'll find many cats around the place. You can also find a napping Heracles behind the counter.
° H-ome town || Juesta City
° B-irth town || Regrack City
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° P-ersonality || Those who aren't close to Heracles label him quickly as a lazy slob, which isn't odd since he sleeps most of the time during the day. However, the reason to why he’s so sleepy is something most people don't know. Heracles is a nocturnal creature and does his business in the dark, where he feels safe and undetected. He goes on one man missions to steal supplies to what's needed for the utterly poor for free.
Heracles is a mild and soft spoken person who doesn't like fights or wars and for a very long time he tried to endure the injustice and not get involved with any defining group, but after witnessing the atrocities done to the innocent people, he felt compelled to do something, if anything, to help. It’s not so much about who’s right in the matter, but the innocent people who are caught in the middle and neglected.
There are many people who are pirates or in the military that Heracles gets along with, according to Heracles it’s the higher ups that are to blame.
Heracles enjoys the quiet time he gets during the day in his bookstore and stays away from noisy places as much as possible; however there are a few obnoxious and unpleasant people (Sadik) in this small world that can push his buttons.
As a pensive and quiet person, he spends his in-twilight days reading books, falling in and out of sleep, causing him to lose touch with reality during the days. He feels awake and more alive during the nights. He's a very empathic person and even though he looks too tired to care about anyone the innumerable cats residing in his home proves otherwise.
Heracles is a true idealist for thinking that what he's doing can change peoples lives in the long run and change the big picture, but it still angers him if someone calls him naive, because that's what he likes to believe.
He tends to become very childish when he argues with Sadik, because of the Turk’s rambunctious personality. No matter how many books he reads on psychology, philosophy and human behavior- he still can’t understand why the Turk gets to him. Heracles gets along with most people because of his personality, but Sadik just doesn't budge and doesn’t seem to like Heracles and vice versa.
When provoked he doesn’t know what to do with himself, whether he should defend himself or lash out on the person in front of him. The person who took care of him for most of his life is a nun and told him to always look for a solution and not to fall to the other person’s level, but Spider was the one who taught him to truly stand up for himself as a man.
° L-ikes ||
•Naps
• Good food
• Cats
• Silence
• Literature
• The ocean
° D-islikes ||
• Loud people and places
• People who obey orders without second guessing them
• Cold places
• Selfish people
• animal cruelty
° F-ears ||
• Being sold out to the military- because that would officially involve him into their warfare.
• His friends turning on him
• Being engulfed by his own frustration and feelings
° L-esser known facts ||
• When he was younger, he was much more adventurous and wanted to join The Rebels, but after finding out what damages they made, he decided not to join any of them.
• He has a complicated relationship with alcohol. Even though he loves to drink he tries to refrain from it, since it makes him do very silly things when in a drunken state.
• Loves to cook and eats his breakfast at midnight when he feels awake, he munches on fruit and snacks during the day, no big meals.
° G-oals ||
• To make people around him suffer less until things finally get solved
• live peacefully and undetected from the military
• save as many kittens as possible~
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° H-istory ||
Heracles has a bad habit of bringing in homeless cats, which stems from his childhood. As an orphan he was never really alone, since he could speak to creatures no one else could see such as fairies and beautiful people claiming they were “gods”, but he still felt like he was alone since no one ever adopted him- he looked too meek and feeble, and a child like that would never survive the harsh conditions in the outside world.
He felt rejected, like the homeless cats, and decided to take them in, one by one, feeling as if he was contributing with something. A week after he started this activity he had in total 9 cats in his room and after being caught he was forced to let them go, much to his regret.
When he lived in the orphanage, a nun took pity to the boy and decided to give him some more books to read after school since he was such an avid reader to begin with. Thus his years in the library began until the day he turned 18, which was the time he had to leave the place.
The sweet nun who had been looking after Heracles had an older brother named Spider who owned a bookstore and she decided that it would be safe if she sent Heracles to him, but little did she know that the man she was sending Heracles to was a rebel. Spider decided to leave the city after he found out that the military was after him, both to keep the boy safe and to keep doing his work as a rebel.
After Spider left him, he took over the bookstore and felt as if he was in heaven. The two years he had been living with Spider were both interesting and enlightening. He had learned a lot from the man- from handling the money as a cashier to how one should deal with assholes like the military.
Spider had been strongly against the cat hoarding Heracles had going on, but still let him keep one, however after he left, the place above the bookstore has been packed with them much to Heracles pleasure. His house on the second floor is not so clean due to his busy lifestyle. He keeps most of his cats and work there. Extra supplies (that he has stolen) such as food and alcohol is stored in the safe room next to his bedroom. It has a lock on it and the only one who has the key is Heracles, around his ankle, where it's safe.
When he first wanted to work illegally he had no idea what he was doing and almost got caught several times during one night. He learned with the years and now he perfected his sneaky skills. He doesn’t like to lie about it or to sneak around the way he does, but there’s so many suffering and the big families suffer the most- who's going to help them?
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° R-oleplay example ||
[I’ve never rped Greece before, so have mercy on this poor soul]
He had forgotten to close the window. The cold air kissed his naked legs that weren’t covered under the quilt. The key that he had tied around his ankle with a cotton wristband felt like it tried to pierce a hole in his skin to steal the little warmth left in him. How much was the time anyway? He heard birds chirping outside so it had to be daytime.
His face peeked up from the top of the the quilt with closed eyes and a slight frown between his eyes from exhaustion.
It had been a rough night, he recalled. He had two missions the previous night; the first was the regular one he did twice every week which was to bring food supplies to poor families he knew was struggling; the other one was to bring three bottles of absinthe that he had made himself in his basement, to a barowner nearby. The latter was the type of assignment that fed him, so he had no objections making the alcoholic beverage.
Heracles rubs his eyes that watered as he yawned and stretched his limbs as far as he could, arching his back and curling his toes together feral-like on his big bed. The young man opened his eyes carefully and blinks in frustration, the rays are too strong and his eyes too sensitive. Heracles slowly brings up a hand to put a shadow on his face as he closes his eyes again and focuses on his heart that was beating with more force from the good stretching. He opens his eyes and exhales as he slowly drags himself up from the bed. There was a loud disapproving cat sound as he put his feet down and felt something soft under his right foot. “Oh, Signommi” Heracles apologized groggily as the cat strutted away from him.
Heracles dragged his feet slowly to the kitchen and put on a t-shirt he had tossed over a chair the night before, after that he put on the coffee and slumped down on a chair next to the kitchen table and buried his head in his hands and yawned once more. He had some research he had to do, he remembered as his eyes automatically rubbed themselves in the palm of his hands, moisting them slightly. Someone had written a note and placed it on the book he was reading before he fell asleep behind the counter. It said “I have tried to find it, but was unsuccessful in my pursuit. Can you please find the collective work in the first edition of Haruki Kakatsuki for me?”. Heracles found it odd how polite the note was, too bad he didn't see the mysterious person behind the note. He could have simply waked him up there and then, he thought to himself as the kettle whistled loud enough to wake the neighbors.
He poured himself a cup when his black long haired cat Haji jumped up on the counter next to him “Ah, it’s hot. Careful” he whispered softly and pushed the cat away cautiously with his elbow. Haji always reminded him of that stoic looking fellow with jet black hair and who wore his uniform so proudly. That man always stood quietly in a corner and read a paragraph or two before he stepped outside again after looking at his watch. He seemed too busy for his age, he thought to himself and took another sip of his coffee. He wondered if he could ever have a chat with him. Heracles lifted Haji who purred in consent and who dug his claws on Heracles' t-shirt as Heracles brushed away the tousled hair from his own face preparing for a face cuddle. “Yeah, he will” he answered, assuming the cat purred sentences to him and greeted the cat with a good morning cuddle.
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° U-sername || Heracles
° A-ge || 22
° T-ime zone || GMT +1 hour (I think?)
