Post by turkeylovins on Feb 21, 2011 12:46:46 GMT -5
!S adiq Adnan¡
° N-ame || Sadiq Adnan
° A-liases || Sadik (Same pronunciation, different spelling), Phantom
° A-ge || 35
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || A son (TRNC), the rest is unknown. Has a habit of treating his crew like family.
° S-ight || Not...really...Presumably used to see dragons as a child, and that was enough to make him afraid of them for life. Would probably be able to see a dragon if he ever came across another.
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° E-ye color || Hazel
° H-air color || Dark brown
° H-eight || 6'4"
° W-eight || 160 pounds
° S-kin tone || Olive-toned, but also somewhat darker tanned.
° D-efining features || Mask. Always with the mask. Also noted to have several scars along his body from various fights, along with several tattoos of assorted natures (mostly very decorative ones with little to no real meaning).
° A-dditional features || Always wearing a mask, always. Though the complexity of the mask varies day to day (sometimes it's more decorative, sometimes it's a simple white half-mask) the purpose (hiding his identity) always remains the same. His clothes are generally very extravagent, though when he's "in character" they tend to look far less flashy. Has a strange double-curl on the back of his neck, and stubble on his chin.
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° J-ob || Pirate
° R-ank || Captain of the "Ghost Ship", The Gypsy
° R-eason for current profession || The life of a spoiled noble just wasn't working for him, he needed adventure in his life.
° H-ome town || Nowhere (presently lives on his ship)
° B-irth town || Unknown (some small town in a warm-weather region)
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° P-ersonality ||
Not the kind of person to seem as threatening as he often looks, Sadiq is quite the optimist. He tries to keep in good spirits, and is almost always cheerful. While he seems to intimidate quite a few people, he is actually surprisingly friendly. As well as being relatively good natured, he is also incredibly curious and nosy. He likes to know what is going on at all times in all places around him, and will try as hard as he can to do just that. He doesn't always realize that it's not always wise to involve ones self in other people's business.
He is also incredibly stubborn, and once he sets his mind on something it's hard to change it. This makes for someone who is incredibly dedicated to his goals, but also one who can be hard to work with. He dislikes being proved wrong, and will go to any length to prove he is the one that is right. Sadiq is also a show off, and likes to be the center of attention. He also enjoys being fashionable, and will go to great lengths to make sure he stays on top of the fashion trends (although he still likes wearing his usual clothes as well, since he finds them incredibly fashionable).
Sadiq has a love for adventure and travel, and loves to see new places. He also enjoys trying foods from all across the world, and has an incredibly varied diet. He is also known to have quite the sweet tooth. Things he is unfamiliar with fascinate him, and he is always wanting to learn more about them.
As far as captains go, Sadiq likes to think he’s a good one. He’s kind to his crew (and even to his prisoners) and is always willing to help them out. He tends to put those he considers close to him before himself, though most of the time it’s not very obvious he does so.
° L-ikes ||
• Adventure
• Legends
• Food (especially sweets)
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• His Crew/The Gypsy in general
° D-islikes ||
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• Being told what to do
• Being called old
• Losing
° F-ears ||
• Death
• Losing the crew
• Someone he cares for dying
° L-esser known facts ||
• He likes cats, quite a bit actually
• He is terrifed of dragons, but will never admit to it, because that's a really silly fear, there's not really dragons...right?
• Actually cares a great deal for his family and crew, and puts their lives far before his own.
° G-oals ||
• Wreck general sorts of havoc upon the world below
• Kidnap some peeps
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° H-istory ||
+ Born into a fairly well-off noble family, he had a fairly normal childhood, was pretty spoiled.
+ Lived in a smaller town, not a big lavish city, but he was happy.
+ Grew up, blah blah nothing really special happening here.
+ On one trip out of the town and into the wilds he stumbled across the wreckage of an old pirate airship.
+ Decided right then and there that the life of nobility was not for him, and became a pirate in that moment.
+ Traveled to a nearby town to get books on airships and pirates.
+ Ended up befriending the cat-loving owner because of how often he wound up there.
+ Managed to repair the Gypsy, and get her flying again.
+ Added some minor adjustments to the ship to give it a more ghostly presentation.
+ Began to play off of the myth that the legendary ship (thought to be long gone) had returned from the shadows
+ Been coasting around the globe being a general ghostly menace, kidnapping people and having fun with his adventures.
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° R-oleplay example ||
The Turk was reclined comfortably on a plush egyptian-styled bench in one of the upper rooms of the manor, his mask abandoned for the day since he was supposed to be alone anyways. The dust storm had spoiled any plans he'd had for that morning, since he would have to wait for it to be over to leave the safety of the large building. There was no one in the town stupid enough to go out during a dust storm, they would suffocate or be torn to ribbons by the flying sand. Above the growling and hissing of the wind, he vaguely heard the shifting of wooden floorboards down below him. He didn't look up from his reading though, passing it off at first as just the house settling a bit. It was old afterall.
Then he heard sounds of movement below, his ears long ago adjusted to the sounds of the house. He had grown up here, listening to every inch of it and he knew the sounds of a person moving when he heard them. Someone was in his house, and he knew it couldn't be a servant. He had given them all the day off, hoping to keep to himself for the day, get things done on his own time. He didn't need them nosing about while he searched books for clues to his past, to who he really was. He had written down a lot of information in journals from when he visited libraries around the world. Of course, there was no point in doing research when his very life could be in danger.
He slowly rose to his feet, setting his book aside and moving catlike across the room and out, towards the stairs. He crept down the stairs to the main hall of the manor, wondering where in the world this intruder had gotten to. His eyes moved across to the "living room" where the apples sat in their silver bowl. He took note that there seemed to be a smaller number there than he remembered putting out. There were less red apples than there had been, as there had been an even number of each. He couldn't remember eating the apples himself, so he assumed the intruder had passed through there.
Moving silently through the house, carefully keeping his movements fluid and soft, as not to draw attention to himself, he slipped through the room. Then, he saw the shadow creeping from the next room. He smirked thinking something about how easy it had been to track the intruder. He slid into the room, coming to a quiet stop behind the boy, looming over him like some sort of angry giant. The boy seemed young, but then again theives came in all shapes, sizes and ages. "Just what do you think you are doing in my house boy?" He accused, his voice sounding threatening, but not as angry as one might expect. If anything, it sounded genuinely curious.
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° U-sername || turkeylovins
° A-ge || 17
° T-ime zone || Eastern US~
