Sadik Sarait Adnan || Turkey

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Sadik Sarait Adnan An excessively lively 'old' man with a sweet tooth and an addiction to coffee. He has a killer sense of style, a penchant for mischief, and a fondness for women. His actions sometimes border on flamboyant and he seems larger than life itself. After an accident that left him badly injured, he beat the odds stacked against him through sheer force of will. He is never seen without a rottweiler and his trademark sunglasses and scarf.

CODE NAME: Papa Bear (AKA Slavedriver)

Male

36

Heterosexual

Turkish Scottish

Home Secretary

Government

Physical

183 cm

91 kg

Dark Brown; Wavy

Peridot

Olive Tan

Large; Robust

Personal

Friendly – Who said that he was a grump all the time? Fun has always been the name of his game and he loves socializing and entertaining people. As long as someone is a guest in his house they will be treated like royalty – provided that they don't overstay their welcome of course. Boisterous - Although age has mellowed him it doesn't mean that he lost any of his vigor. He enjoys a good debate and thrives on a healthy dose of competition. He'll give anyone who challenges him a run for their money. His actions border on flamboyant. Vanity – Narcissism is such an ugly word. Is it really all that bad to be vain? Eyecandy is just as sweet as any dessert and it certainly doesn't hurt to indulge in it. He has always held the firm belief that a person should take pride in their appearance and pamper themselves the way they deserve. After all, who else is going to love you if you can't love yourself? Talkative - You could say that he loves the sound of his own voice – but who could blame him? With a voice like spun gold who wouldn't want to listen to him? You can trust him with your secrets – just don't blame him if he accidentally lets one slip. He isn't trying to hurt you, he just loves to speak. Good luck trying to get a word in edgewise. Flirt – Don't expect him to fall in love or anything. It's nothing serious after all. He'll make passes at anyone with a skirt and is comfortable enough in his own skin to hit on men. He isn't gay in the slightest, but it sure as hell is amusing to watch them squirm. Physical – Sadik gets rather... intimate when it comes to personal space. He greets people with a kiss, stands too close for comfort, and doesn't have a problem with draping his arm around a person. Combined with his strength his hugs are positively rib cracking and his handshakes could make a person's arm fall off. Liar – If he were Pinocchio then his nose would have grown into a forest by now. He might exaggerate the truth a bit or put a spin on his stories, but only to make things seem more interesting. There is nothing wrong with telling a little white lie here and there. Whatever you do, don't let him catch you lying to him. Nosy – Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it hasn't killed him yet. It has always been a bad habit of his to eavesdrop and stick his nose where it doesn't belong. He has a weakness for gossip and there is nothing more that he loves than plucking a good story from the grapevine. Hmmm, a scandal? Oh, do tell. Gullible – What's that? There's something behind him? Hah. As if he is going to fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book. You're going to have to put in some more effort if you want to fool him. ...Ehhh, what do you mean 'gullible' isn't in the dictionary? Generous - If you ever need anything then just ask for it. He has more than enough and the money to spare. Anything of his is yours and anything of yours is his after all. Just be careful not compliment anything of his too much. He'll give a person the shirt off of his back if he thinks that they admire it badly enough and even ship it to their front door, free of charge. Humor – There is a bit of humor to be found in every situation. Knowing how to laugh even when things turn to shit is vital to staying healthy and keeping one's sanity. It never made any sense to him to wallow in self-pity when there are better things to be done. People just need to relax and make fun of themselves every once in a while. In fact, he would gladly demonstrate the sound of one hand clapping. Temper – He used to be a spitfire youth with a hair-trigger temper, but he take things easier nowadays. His temper dissipates as quickly as it flares up – usually after giving someone an earful. He is normally all bark – but with plenty of bite to back it up if he needs to. Surprisingly, he isn't the type to hold grudges - for long anyway. It's not healthy to stay angry at someone and it won't do him any favors. Impatient - He hates anything that wastes his precious time. He impulsively rushes into things headfirst without stopping to consider the consequences of his actions until later. Decisions should be made quickly and put into action as soon as possible. So quit beating around the bush and cut to the damn chase already! Ruthless - Sometimes a person has to be cruel in order to be kind. It might seem harsh, but it's simply a fact of life. If it comes down to it, he is determined to do whatever he must and sever ties without a moment's hesitation. The only way is forward and he refuses to look back. The past is the past, and it only serves as a distraction from his goals. Efficient – While others see him as lazy, he claims that he is efficient. He has a great work ethic and is more than willing to put in overtime - if it means less work later. For the most part, he pushes the things he considers frivolous onto his underlings in order to free up time for more important things. Hey, it doesn't matter HOW the job gets done as long as it gets DONE. Muslim - He is enthusiastic about his religion, but somehow manages to miss the point of it entirely. About the only things he actually gets right are the prayers – which he combines by the way - and being (mostly) Halal. During Ramadan, he (reluctantly) fasts and gives up sweets and cigarettes. Hey, he isn't a saint by any means. He may not adhere to the letter of the law, but he practices in spirit and that is where it counts, right? He is more than happy to share with anyone who is interested.

Likes

Dislikes

Sweets – His sweet tooth is so big he could eat sugar by the spoonful and not get sick of it. Dessert is his favorite part of any meal and he loves candy, cake, ice cream, and pastries of all kinds. He always keeps a bowl of candy on his desk just in case he needs a quick pick-me-up. Gourmet – He is a glutton for good and it shows in his expensive tastes. Three courses are a regular occurrence at his dinner table and savors each meal. He loves variety and will try anything once. He may not drink – at least not in public – but it doesn't hurt to indulge in the occasional glass of wine. Of course, he always makes sure to save room for dessert. Tulips – He enjoys their vibrant colors and their crisp scent. Tulips bring back memories of the times he went abroad. He has bouquets of them delivered to his office, but every once in a while he'll swing by to pick them up personally. New – All that glitters is gold, but even time makes precious metals lose their shine. Newer is always better and cost is no obstacle when it comes to getting his hands on the latest thing. It's tacky to be cheap, anyway. As for the old stuff, he regifts it or donates it to charity. It'd be a waste of a perfectly good thing. Fashion – It's a fact that if you look good then you feel good and, trust him, people will take notice. He loves rich colors, bold patterns, and anything that is pleasing to the eyes. He meticulously follows the latest trends – but never enslaves himself to them. Wrestling – The accident may have ended his career, but his enthusiasm for the sport hasn't died. He tapes wrestling matches and catches them when he has the time. It doesn't really matter who is winning though, because he'll cheer on either side. Dance – He translated his passion for wrestling into his love of dance. When the music comes on, he doesn't just dance but lives and breathes the performance and every movement is another extension of himself. Coffee – He prefers his coffee served as sweet as love, hotter than hell, and as black as midnight, but instant coffee works in a pinch. It doesn't matter as long as he can get his caffeine fix. He chugs it down the same way he breathes air and it's almost a guarantee that he'll have a mug near him at all times. He picked up reading coffee grounds and reads his fortune whenever he is bored. Pranks – Sorry, but sometimes the temptation is too much and it's like an itch he has to scratch. He loves a good practical joke and seeing the priceless expression on their faces. Granted, his pranks are not as mean-spirited as they used to be. Everybody has to be having a good time to laugh, right? Soap Operas – Don't bother this man when his soaps are on. Sure, the acting can be subpar and it's true that the plotlines get repetitive after a while, but he enjoys them with the same gusto as everything else. He loves to watch the drama unfold and the cheesier they are the better.

Smoking – He regrets ever lighting up in the first place. It certainly is not /attractive/ to reek like a chimney and it sure as hell doesn't do his health any favors. However, old habits are a bitch to kill and he has to reach for a cigarette. It's annoying to have to rely on such a gross habit. Paperwork - It comes with the job, but that doesn't make him hate it any less. He tries to find any way to lighten his load, but usually ends up taking his work home to his annoyance. Ughhh. Shouldn't everything be digital by now? That would make it so much easier. Formalities – Eh, he has never been one for 'Please, Mister' or 'Thank you, Miss'. Manners have always felt too stiff and awkward for his tastes and he prefers to use nicknames over pretentious sounding titles. He would rather take the edge off and joke around than be addressed by a polite kiss ass. Wants – Sometimes a forbidden fruit is the most tempting to pluck. He can't stand it if something doesn't go his way or is just barely out of his reach. He has never been a very patient man, but he will bide his time or compromise if it means getting what he wants. Middle name – Sarait (pronounced Sahr - uh – EET) seems like a harmless enough name, but his father had a twisted sense of humor. It never bothered him all that much - until a certain someone told him that it meant princess of all things. Don't even try to pronounce it as Sarah either, smartass. Bad taste - Clashing colors and last season's patterns on top of way too much cologne? Who dressed you this morning, your blind mother? /Ugh/. Go change before he picks out some clothes that might actually flatter you for once. There is nothing more pungent to him than having bad taste. Disabilities – There's always an itch that he can't scratch, it's fucking impossible to tell where a sound is coming from, and since he can't sweat summers are practically all but killer. Not to mention pain still kicks his arse head over heels from time to time. That's not exactly a bouquet of tulips now is it? It sucks but he had to learn to live with it. Pity – Save your breath for someone who cares. Dancing around the issue won't make it budge, so you might as well spit it out now. Acting like he is 'delicate', or god forbid blind, deaf, and dumb, is not only patronizing but irritating as hell. If it weren't for the threat of bad press, he would have punched the last person who uttered the words “Oh, you poor thing. You are such an inspiration to us all.” Ha ha ha. Fuck off.

Dreams

Fears

'Spark' - Sadik never took romance too seriously and has never seen a reason to settle down. Dating is like trying out foreign cuisine: If you are going to do it then be sample a bit of everything until you find what you like. Eh, he's not allergic to commitment but he hasn't found the person that has 'sparked' yet, you know? Tykes – They are annoying, snot-nosed brats but, damn it, he is a sucker when it comes to kids. Those adorable little cheeks are just begging to be pinched. He wouldn't mind having little tyke or two of his own some day... provided that he doesn't fuck them up, that is. How hard could it be? Retirement – There is a reason why politicians are called public servants. He has toyed with the idea of retiring from politics in favor of a less hectic lifestyle, it's not like he has much of a choice anyway. Dropping out of the business is much harder than getting in, but he sure as hell isn't throwing in the towel until the job is done. Smoke-free - He has tried patches, nicotine gum, and just about every gimmick out there. He switched to electronic cigarettes but tossed the discovered that they made him smoke more. His cravings make him irritable, but he's cutting down bit by bit. Travel – After he spent most of life visiting countries from around the world traveling became second nature to him. London is great and all, but he hates the idea being cooped up in one place for too long. He swears that he will go stir crazy if he can't stretch his legs soon. He has things to do and places he wants to see. When he gets the chance, he is going to pack his bags and take a plane ticket out of here.

Loud noises- You want to see Sadik jump ten feet out of his skin? Then get an air horn and blow it directly into his good ear. He absolutely hate, hate, hates loud noises. The sound of screeching metal and glass shattering sends shivers down his spine and he isn't particularly fond of fireworks either. Fire – Despite being a long time smoker he is, ironically, afraid of fire. Lighting up isn't a big deal, but a romantic candlelit dinner wouldn't be his idea of a date. He traded out his gas stove for an electric range so he could continue cooking in peace. Mask – Catching a glimpse of a mask makes his heart skip a beat. He'd rather forget about what happened and put it all behind him. Let's just say that he isn't likely to hold a masquerade any time soon. Old Age – It's been said that working for the government takes years off of your life. He has grown increasingly concerned about his age – and everything that comes along with it. His hair has become speckled with grey, wrinkles are starting to crease, and his eye sight isn't as good as it used to be. The very idea of growing old chills him to the bone. Appearance – Some people would kill to have his looks but they wouldn't say the same if he took off the makeup. He isn't modest by any means, but he shrouds himself in clothing and steers away from situations that might reveal too much skin. Being self conscious is a foreign concept to him – or so he'd like to think. ...Would you still love him if his looks faded away? Alone – Are you kidding? He hasn't felt lonely a day in his life. People surround him day in and day out, he has more friends than he knows what to do with, and he can take anyone home with him simply by asking. ...and yet he can't shake off this lingering feeling that he is alone. Vulnerable – Feeling powerless is abso-fucking-lutely horrible. Being able to do nothing is more painful than any injury. He can't sit by idly and watch as disaster unfolds.

Background

During one of his trips abroad, a Scottish businessman fell head over heels in love with a wealthy woman from Turkey. He became so enamoured with her beauty and charm that he asked her to accompany him on his travels. His father courted her passionately and promised to show her the world she was missing out on if only she would give him her hand in marriage. However, noble blood ran in her veins and so she simply could not run away with any old fool who fancied her. They eloped in secret and the rest was history. Sadik Sarait Adnan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth to a family in Aberdeen, Scotland. His parents gave him whatever he asked for. He was their son, their golden prince, and so they lavished him with expensive gifts and spoiled him sweet. Well, as sweet as a brat could get. Sadik was a domineering kid with a seemingly endless supply of energy and an insatiable curiosity. He stuck his nose where it didn't belong and constantly got into fights and arguments for the heck of it. They eventually gave up on him altogether and left him to do whatever he pleased. If he ever needed anything then it could always be addressed by one of the many hired help. His mother kept the affairs of the house in order – in more ways than one. As it turned out, his father was a rogue with a talent for capturing hearts wherever he went. He had a few lovers here and there – some of them were even men – but it was never much of a secret to begin with. Sadik heard whispered rumors from the servants or caught glimpses of them himself. His mother knew about what went on 'behind the scenes', but kept quiet about it. As long as she got the final say in how things were run then she would continue to turn a blind eye towards his father's escapades. He moved around with the demands of his parent's ventures and they never stayed in one place for long. He spent his vacations in the Middle East and his spring breaks traveling around Europe. He grew up speaking multiple languages and his household was an odd conglomeration of cultures and religion. Life was constantly in motion and over the years he amassed more experience than a scrapbook or picture perfect postcard could ever contain. Home to him was a concept as foreign as the countries he visited. It was not a place, but rather a destination on a plane ticket. His family eventually took up 'residence' in Greece, but only lived there during the summer months. He singled out Heracles and his sister as his favorite targets, picking on them whenever he got the chance. It wasn't that he hated Heracles, but there was something about that kid that rubbed him the wrong way. Hell, they could have even been friends if the boy hadn't been so sensitive. He just wanted to mess with him and maybe rough him up a bit. The kid loved dirt so he made it a regular part of his diet - and added some bugs as garnish too. Ehehehehe. Sadik never thought of himself as a bully. Life was supposed to be enjoyed and not taken too seriously. The best joke was always at someone else's expense and as long as people were laughing and having a good time then everything was fine, right? Making friends came as easily as making enemies and sometimes they happened to be one in the same. So what if he used a little bit of intimidation here and there to ensure that things went his way? If someone's feelings got hurt then that was /their/ problem, not his. He had too much pride at stake to apologize – to their face anyway. Besides, it wasn't like he would ever see any of them again. Moving meant cycling through school systems like tissues. It became less of a hassle to hire a tutor to home school him than to find a place that would accept him and his antics. Not that it stopped him from skipping out on his lessons and running circles around his instructors. Class was boring, anyway. Why bother to stick around and listen to a tutor drone on and on about something he didn't care about? The only subjects he could be bothered to do well in were the ones that were interesting. Sadik channeled his boundless energy into competitive sports such as wrestling and rugby. He bowled over the competition and gained a reputation as a beast on the playing field. Injuries rarely deterred him from playing and he wore his cuts and bruises like badges of honor. Losing wounded his pride, but that only gave him all the more reason to improve. His teammates were his family and he treated them like they were his brothers. Abbas Yilmaz was one of the few to gain Sadik's admiration and be deemed worthy of his respect. Sadik went head to head against Abbas during a competition. The fight looked like it would be over before it even began, but they turned out to be evenly matched. It was a grueling battle between two titans and neither would let up. When the dust finally settled, to everyone's shock and surprise, Sadik had been bested. He picked himself up, wiped the blood from his brow, and shook hands with his adversary. From that day forward they were brothers. However, Abbas was a bad influence in every sense of the word. He introduced Sadik to smoking and taught him how to pick locks and pockets without getting caught. They spent the heated summers together messing around and egging each other on into pulling stupid stunts. In a bid to outdo the other, they made away like bandits and clambered over fences and onto rooftops to savor their ill-gotten goods. If they ever got in trouble, then Sadik always had his parent's wealth to fall back on. Then, one day, Abbas pulled him aside and confided in him the secret whereabouts of a notorious gang. He said that he was considering joining and told Sadik to think about it. There was no way he was going to back out. They were brothers after all and brothers stuck together no matter what. Who knew, it might even be a bit interesting? He showed up to the meeting where several masked men stood solemnly waiting for him. Abbas stepped forward, slipping a mask onto his own face, and pressed a gun into Sadik's hand. It was his turn to for the initiation and all eyes were on him. Suddenly things weren't fun and games anymore. So, of course, he did what he knew how to do best: He fought his way out of there, kicked every single one of their asses, and contacted the police. He didn't need or want the approval of criminals, especially not from those creeps. They were beneath him. All he wanted was to forget about what had happened and put it behind him. Sadik washed his hands of Abbas completely and never looked back. As far as Sadik was concerned good times were aplenty. He was young and invincible and the sky was the limit. Nothing could possibly bring him down. Little did he know that his life would soon go up in flames. At age seventeen, a driver T-boned them from the passenger side, sending the car and its occupants skidding on their side. The windows shattered, showering them in glass and gouging out his eye. Oil leaked into the cabin from the damaged engine and set the car alight. Rescuers rushed to the scene and pried open the blazing metal chassis. He was placed under intensive care after sustaining multiple broken bones and severe burns over large portions of his body. The accident left him blind and deaf on his left side. His left arm was too charred to be saved and had to be amputated below the elbow. It was a while before anyone was allowed to visit him, lest they risk infection, but he didn't want to be seen. Not like this. He hated his body, he hated his ugly, swollen skin, and most of all he hated how his body wasn't working like it was supposed to. Even after the therapy and extensive surgeries he was told that his chances of returning to the life he had lived before were grim. That was simply unacceptable. The first step was unbearable; the rest were excruciating. His voice croaked when he spoke, but it was better than the silence had been slowly killing him. He could tolerate the pain, but the worst part was the numbness. The only thing that scared him more than the pain itself was the uncertainty of whether or not he'd feel ever again. Every time he stumbled, he forced himself back onto his feet again. He wasn't going to let something like this stop him. Anything was possible if he put his back into it and the only way out of this hell was forward. The day he walked out of there, he was a new man. Life had regained its zest again and he held an appreciation for it. He kindled passions and pursued interests that he was told years ago would be impossible. There was no way in hell he was going to quiet down now. He spoke out at rallies, debated with influential people, and influenced the people he met. As he was breaking into his career, government officials contacted him out of the blue. They offered to sponsor a place in World's End and give him connections in the political realm - on the condition that he take care of his next door neighbor: Clara Huang. A child prodigy sent to the UK as part of an educational program for exceptionally gifted students. They assured him that he'd be compensated handsomely for his troubles. All he had to do was settle her in, do some things for public relations, blah blah blah some frivolous stuff he didn't bother reading through, and they would take care of the rest. Besides, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, how hard could it be? He never cared much for kids, and, child progidy or not, Clara was just another stuck up brat to him. Sadik didn't hesitate for a second to make fun of her on their first meeting - and much to his pleasant surprise she sassed him back. Thus, was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. They settled into a rhythm as he accompanied her to and from her special little program. He found her to be little more than a mild nuisance at best, but along the way she started to grow on him. He may have a head as thick as a cinderblock but at some point he noticed that something was off. She started acting strangely. Her actions seemed more robotic and she gradually became more and more withdrawn. His curiosity got the better of him and he lingered behind a little bit longer than usual. What exactly were they teaching her, anyway? He started snooping around and... what he stumbled upon enraged him. He demanded an explanation and he was told that he would no longer be needed if he pressed any further. Then they offered to strike another deal with him. In exchange for working for them, he would get a voice in Clara's treatment. They would 'clean up' the more spotty parts of his past - He had a great sob story so it shouldn't be too hard - and make him look presentable to the public. If he ever let any details slip, then they had plenty of blackmail on him and would not hesitate to use it against him. They pushed the documents onto his desk. With the stroke of a pen, he signed himself away and never looked back. He campaigned for numerous seats in parliament and now holds the position of Home Secretary. His methods may be unorthodox, but protecting the public is his top priority and he'll be damned if anyone or anything stands in his way. Of course, this is just his side of the story. It's best to take everything with a grain of salt.

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Okay. So we have been waiting for Turkey for like eons and omg. To begin, I really like how you put in your research for him. Since he is the characterization of Turkey, it's expected for Sadik to have a more of cultural traits and stereotypes. From my point of view, your research was able to shine through on your app. I really liked how you managed gloss it over to fit into this AU. In addition, you added nice twists to him that we wouldn't normally expect. It's kind of awesome, especially with his handicap. In my opinion, it alludes to the fall of the Ottoman empire and idk if it is intentional but it's fabu. I'm especially interested on seeing how you will portray Sadik. We will make this Balkan party awesome ok. THE NAME IS Adnan. Sadik Sarait Adnan.

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