Post by ottomatic on Oct 31, 2010 11:35:53 GMT -5
Name: Sadiq Annan
Country/ Code Name: Turkey. (In the past, Ottoman.)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirate
----If not Civilian: What ship would you like to join? The Flying Dutchman
Ship Positions: Navigation, Gunner. Occasional entertainer (throwing knifes, eating fire, other stunts, and plays the Kemenche, a sort of violin.)
Likes: Ashure, wenches, winning, dangerous activities (providing he wins), back-stabbing.
Dislikes: Getting back-stabbed, Grecians and Frenchmen, pretentious bastards, people who have gotten on his nerves for whatever reason.
Job Skills: Pro at navigating, sometimes will not even use a map just to test his skills. He's not good at shooting, he just likes to. And he's not a magician at the Kemenche, but still okay. Mostly good at navigating, and cooking. And bossing people around, though he's not a captain anymore.
Personality and short background:
A lively and excessively vigorous older man. Old being subjective to the 19th century. He is usually merry and friendly, a lover of celebration and festivity, yet ready to compete anytime with anyone about even the smallest things due to his stubborn nature, which can foil him from time to time. He can also be nosy, with any reasoning down to a simple "Just felt like knowing, even if it had nothing to do with me / I didn't really care about it but you know / etc".
He's too much of a show off, and often derides other people with his pride. He is always seeking for new foods and fashion and the like, and always stays in style. He loves to entertain people, and is quite a gourmet who enjoys eating various things every day, and thus likes to be 'the cook', to keep that dogma true. He favors sweet foods, especially. He likes his coffee with a huge amount of sugar. He also likes copious amounts of alcohol.
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Used to be a renowned captain, under the codename of Ottoman, with a very powerful crew and overwhelming force. He had the intention to pillage the entirety of Eurasia, which was quite scared of him at the time. But, during a conflict among himself and two other major captains over a certain plundering territory, the other two sides ganged up on his and took him down. This was by no means a graceful nor unwarranted, nor tragic fall; they did it in order to stop his own plot to form an agreement with the military, to take them down in exchange for his own amnesty.
Now, he is thinking about being a more humble pirate. He is fascinated with remembering his old days, although he will tend to avoid letting on his past to his current crew, in order to not end up striking fear into them, or having them turn and wish to use his old fame to strike fear in others. Because he is, of course, a very fearsome person still, he feels, by his fame.
Other: In 'the fated battle' he lost most of his sight. He was always known for wearing a mask into all his battles, but now he wears one so it's clear he is blind. This makes him seem kind of creepy. When he's close to people, or solely among trusted persons, he may take it off. Or with wenches.
The sight thing doesn't affect his motors or direction much, he's got excellent hearing, especially on a creaky ship, and is of course a navigator at heart and excellent at it. He will GET you if you try to pull pranks.
Speaks in his cannon accent. Out loud. Not in his head, though. I don't think people speak in accents in their head.
And he's Muslim.
RP sample:
The salted winds stung the very follicles of the hairs upon his quivering chin, and made the lids of his eyes encase their contents from it in a squint, despite the fairly effective umbrella his signature porcelain mask made for them. Yes, there they were on the horizon, as promised. Two bobbing bathtubs full of suds that were not even worth stepping into to clean up. They were completely not worth his time. And yet, here he was, giving them his precious hours and days, allowing them to pursue him? No more. His ship was anchored and he was ready to show these scoundrels who the fucking Ottoman was, and why they shouldn't be screwing with him.
At least, that's how it was supposed to have been, is what he telepathically told the deck above him as he woke up in his familiar kitchen. A pot had needed be pulled off his face as his wistful dream of an alliterated past had turned to black, and left his view in the old monochromatic brown ships generally brings. His view was a 'normal', fuzzy, dark blur, as it had been for the... what, 10 years? 15?... since that dastard of a captain has struck them out, leaving him like a dimming bulb that flickered sparks but never quite glowed anymore. That was pretty much his entire existence now.
Only, well... unlike himself, bulbs could never be fixed after burning out.
He clattered some pots and pans, knowing the crew's quarters would hear him soon enough, making a huge old pot of ashure to tantalize their tastes. It was always funny for him, to cook them this particular stew of berries and curds, as the food was a sign of friendship, and everyone knows a pirate has no friendship, not morals, nor laws... just obligations and promises between crew-mates. That was how they liked it, or they wouldn't be good pirates for long. Being a good pirate had nothing to do with your rank on a ship, he felt, since he was probably a better pirate than his captain. He'd plundered and stole and ravaged and lived a freer life than any man here! That made him worthwhile, successful, and a standard to all his peers... even if he was cooking men bowls of porridge as he currently stood, singing forelorn songs nobody listened to.
"M'name is Ottoman, as I sailed, as I sailed,
M'name is Turkiye, as I sailed
M'name is Sadiq, Allah's laws I did fuh'bid
And most wick'dly I did, as I sailed, as I sailed...~"
He reached for the bowl of raisin and heard a clang. Oops, depth-perception failure. He stepped away from the mess, tsking at the dry fruit that has been scattered. Oh well, they'll all die someday, chances are this won't be more than a prick in their lives. A day or so depleted. If they make it to old age, he snickered and swept them all straight into the pot over the fire without washing them and wasting all their precious voyage water. Oh Sadiq, you economizer, you.
He threw some more-or-less clean bowls out, ready for them all to ladle their own damn food, the lazy dogs, and kicked back with some sugar-enhanced grub of his own.
It wasn't such a bad life, even if it wasn't so glamorous.
"...M'name is Sadiq, Allah's laws I did fuh'bid... And most wick'dly I did, as I sailed..."
OOC Information
Name: Sebrina-Lynn.
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