Sadık Adnan || Turkey

[Sadık Adnan]

Sadık Adnan There is no "black and white." No "good and bad." You either play for yourself or for the others. I just do what I can to keep myself alive, enjoy what I do and don't give a fuck about you and your shitty problems. If I can't give you the time of your life, no one can. I will be the person you love to hate, your worst enemy and your best lover. If you can't love yourself, then you can't start loving another person.

CODE NAME: Ottoman

Male

30

Pansexual

Turkish

Snitch/smuggler

Agent

Physical

194cm

90kg

Black

Green

Olive

Muscular

Personal

- Master of the 'I don't give a fuck' personality. Sadik is carefree and has little to about none concern for your problems. So you have a hard day? Rough buddy. Your girlfriend broke up? Well she probably wasn't worth it. You gambled away all your money? Sucks to be you then. He isn't the type to complain about his own problems, unless it's to make a statement, otherwise he also wants you to shut up as well and just get along with it. You got there at some point yourself, if it was the friends you chose or the path you walked, you basically have yourself to blame. Sure, if there's something rough he'd give you a pat on the back and try to cheer you up, but don't expect to get a lot of sympathy from this man. - The guy can move his hips better than Shakira. He just doesn't like to brag about that feature a lot, it isn't exactly 'manly' or fitting a person of his calibre either. A tall, muscular middle-aged man that moves his hips like he hasn't done anything else in his life? He'd rather show that in bed were he can put it to good use as well. Years of belly-dancing and even keeping up with poledancing now and then has surely made him also very flexible, even if he needs a lot more warm-up thanks to his height. Give him the time he needs and he'll make you sure won't believe your eyes, that is also a very good trick to get people to sleep with him as well, even if it's just a question of interest, as it's two things he keeps close at heart. - Sadık has better fashion than you. He likes to dress himself trendy and in stylish things. It doesn't have to be the most wonky fashion that you can find, as long it's doable and makes him look good. He usually gets the latest fashion and mix it up so he doesn't look too overly-dressed or like a snob, since he's not that at all, he'd rather keep a low-profile while looking smashing. - Almost always wears a mask over the upper-part of his face. A plain, white mask that covers most of his face, only leaving his chin and mouth visible for people to view, along with two very green eyes in the same colour as an emerald. Also a stubble is spotted on the visible chin, framing in his features better and adds to the mystique look, and said stubble is always well-kept and looking fresh, just like the rest of him. It's a self-mechanism thanks to his two jobs, he'd rather have his real personality out of the picture from either, in case, at some point in his life, he might want to have a normal one, maybe. - If it isn't fun, Sadık isn't there. The guys knows how to throw a good party and living up a boring one as well. It's common among his friends that he knows how to host a part, and damn does he like doing that as well. As long you behave, you are welcome as well to participate. But if you are going to ruin and wreck it, then he will make sure you leave the house through the closest space available, let it be the drain, window, or door, you're going out. - Liar liar, pants on fire. Don't take everything Sadık says to the heart, he is a master of lies and knows what to say to butter you up and get the truth out of you before you know what's going on. His work as a snitch is just made for him. He won't either be afraid to push you up against a wall by the throat while aiming some fancy gun to your temple, as long he gets the truth and the information out of you he can use any measure for it, except for hurting kids and innocent people, there goes his limit. He might love his job and he is damn good at it, but he too has morals and won't do things that he deem as wrong. If you try to force him, be careful, it might just backfire on you. -Sympathy belongs to the weak As having living on the streets,the Turkish man got both the good and the bad from it. Sharing was something you had to do, and he'll still gladly do so, but if you just keep on taking from him and not giving back, it doesn't have to be towards him but someone else, he might just have to make sure you do. Sadik is also a survivor, for the better and worse. He won't take crap from you and he won't give you crap unless you deserve it. He prefers to not fight, but if he really has to, then he won't hesitate. The only time he won't hesitate is if you ever dare to lay a hand or say a bad thing about his family or real close friends, then you are in for one hell of a ride that you will surely regret. His flexible and lean body, added with years of street fighting has taught him a thing or two how to stand up for himself and others. - I can quit whenever I want, just not right now. Sadik isn't what he call "obsessed" with sex, even if people will tell him otherwise. It's not like he is living and breathing the activity, he just likes it a lot, no matter gender or type, but he prefers his women curvy and men shorter than him, but he's not picky. He can stop whenever he wants, he just doesn't want to do that right now. Neither has he any problem with polygamous relationships either, as long he get equal attention as well, and the sex that comes with that, both or just one of them.

Likes

Dislikes

- Sex. In every shape, with any kind of person and in all kinds of setting. He is not really addicted, as he doesn't crave it like mad, but he do love it and won't say no to a good roll in the hay. He also has no problems with harems, gangbangs, threesome or such, the more the merrier, right? - Hookahs  Nothing is as calming and nice as taking a break and smoking some on his hookah, it doesn't have to be tobacco in it, as long there's some good flavour he's all set for it and can spend hours by it and reading a good book. His favourite flavour is apple and melon. - Alcohol. Especially Yeni Raki, he is not exactly an alcoholic but he do enjoy a glass now and then to drink. It doesn't necessarily have to be something strong, even if he isn't the biggest fan of beer, he still finds it tasty and can drink it, but do most of all prefer his Yeni Raki out of everything. - Gourmet Food Hamburgers and pizza isn't really on his top 10 list of food he prefers. It's too greasy, salty and just not too good in his opinion. You will probably never see him at McDonald's unless it's to buy something for a friend. He likes his fine and tasty food so much, and a good meal can make his day a lot better than it was from the beginning. This goes for dessert as well, his favourite among that is dondruma, a Turkish ice-cream that has a flavour unlike anything else. - Warmth Sadık just don't do the cold and snow and the freezing. He'd rather be burned to death than freezing. He likes his hot and dry temperature the best and that's when he feels good as well. If it goes below 15'C he is rarely outside, if he is then he's spotted with warm clothes at least.

- Coldness Nope, it just won't do, as it stands in the 'like' section he's too used to his homeland's temperature, his skin just don't tolerate too cold weathers. - Losing Sadık is such a sore loser, he will be in a bad mood from the moment he realise that he has lost until he either forgets about it, wins something else or just something complete different takes his attention away. He is not a mean and bad loser, he just hate to lose, but won't blame you, more himself for not doing better. - Bad Food I think that says it all, being the gourmet man he is and all, don't give him some really greasy pizza, but if you do go ahead, he won't stand up if you get the pizza down your shirt instead for even doing such a rude gesture if you know how his food habits is. - Small beds His own bed is huge, he can lay in every direction and still have some space to spare. If he lays in a bed that is smaller than 120cm he will mostly fall of the bed at one point, if he's awake or asleep that's not one of the concerns, he will fall off it. - People trying to put their nose into his business I have one word for you; don't. It won't end well and he doesn't take that well, he will think that you are either insulting him or threatening him, so I would suggest you mind your own business and leave him to his own matter, it's probably the best for both.

Dreams

Fears

- Living a peaceful life in Turkey by the end of his time. Sadık would really love to, when he is too old to really function properly, to have a fancy apartment or house by the ocean and just live his life fully until he doesn't breathe anymore. No neighbours and no one to bother him, just he and his home. But until then, he wanna live his life even more, preferably chaotic, go crazy and do everything. But when he is old, he wants his peace and quiet. - Have a harem Yup, women, men, both at the same time, it doesn't matter! As long they are in on it fully themselves and it all goes smoothly that's one of his lifelong dreams. In his big bed living out fantasies, who wouldn't want that one day? - Get a kid It might seem weird considering how his lifestyle is and all, but he do want a kid, adopted or his own, to spoil rotten and take care of. He wants to prove to everyone that no matter what you come from, or what your past are, you are still able to love and give them a better life you ever had. Sadik also has a fascination and love for children, he do find them annoying sometimes, and yet getting a child to love and trust you is such a satisfying feeling.

- Being burned alive. He still wield his scars on his back from that incident, and a big fire might make him back off and not turn around in slight panic. But don't worry, a bonefire and such is okay, as long he doesn't have to sit too close, lit it, or actually snuff it out. -- Being homeless again He would never want to endure that again, even if he is loaded he still is partly fearing he will loose it all and be thrown out on the streets. He'd rather be put in jail than ever letting that happen again. - Jealous people You never know what they can do, the scars on his back are a proof of that, his parent's downfall as well. Jealous people are not to be trusted, and can do anything when they feel enough of that emotion.

Background

Sadık could not say that he had a great life from the start, his parents were really poor, actually so poor that he had to live on the streets now and then, when they didn't have enough money to pay for the rent, which usually happened every second month or so. Not that he was sad because of it, no, yet the young man was still too young to understand what was going on during that time. Wasn't it like this everyone had it? Living on the street was harsh, yet he kept up with it, thanks to his loving and overly protective parents he had, without them, he might not have lived today. As the years passed, and his life was still the same, he began to understand that this wasn't a normal life-style. His parents barely affording to pay his education, them sometimes not having food for the day. And yet they sacrificed everything for their son, so he could have it good and have a future at least. The both of them used to have a big company together, living the life and yet knowing the hardship, until it all was taken from them by an old jealous friend, leaving them nothing but in ruins. Yet Sadık never complained, he kept up with it since he wanted to show his parents that no matter what, he was still grateful for all they did to him. He took sidejobs to school as well, Sadık was a bright kid, so keeping up with work and school was not a problem for him either. A girl in his class had taught him something he had admired for years, bellydancing. And he did indeed become so good at it that he managed to get job as it at some local bars and clubs in town. Lying about his age thanks to his appearance, he managed to get enough money to provide for the family as well paying school by himself. His parents never questioned it, even if they didn't quite like his job, but it paid off and made money, they couldn't really complain. The shows went on, and so did school, one of the bigger clubs offered Sadık a part-time job over his studies, and even taught him how to use the pole as well, and that had been harsh training as well. Along those lines, on the street that he sometimes lived on, he had learned the best way to survive. Not by fighting and stealing, but trading and also gathering information to use against other people to gain something from it. He was getting good at it, and his grades began to drop. What did that matter when they had food on the table, lately a roof over their heads, and he had a job that paid well? He became rather famous, thanks to his extraordinary way of moving his hips for being a male, and the way his lean body could work on the pole as well, he started to earn more and more. Sadık did graduate too, with top scores after getting scolding from his parents, yet he didn't take up further education, he continued his side-job, he loved it, and it paid well, so why abandon that? He got a lot of other 'friends' as well, sleeping with people was first a way to make him forget, have a place for the night, and he became so into it that it went from a duty to understanding the pleasures of it. He really loved life, and he wished he could live it like this forever. Until that day he couldn't dance anymore. Sadık knew he had enemies among his friends, and at a party one of them had arranged, there had been a fire involved, He didn't remember much of that night, just that one certain kid, a young male that was jealous of how much attention he got at the club, by the customers and the manager. He pushed him into the fire they had, so he landed on the back of the hot coal. People tried to save him, yet it was too late. His whole back got a bad burn, and the manager had no use for someone that had such an ugly scar once it had started to heal, so he got fired. Angry, depressed and devastated, he didn't know what to do. Instead, he went back to the street to find small jobs here and there. Trading goods, selling information about the dancers at the club, his friends, other people, as long as he got something from it, then it was worth selling. He kept doing it for a while, until he started to get noticed in the country, and he had to get away. Taking the first plane that went, which happened to be to England, and went with it. By sheer luck, some smooth talking,lies and false papers, he managed to get a job as a snitch for the MI6, as an agent. And yet that wasn't satisfying enough, he couldn't do just that and still be able to keep up the good work he loved to do. So he began to think, what else might he be good at that could give him a boost at this job? Taking no sides? He was good at trading, selling and speaking for himself. So it didn't take long until he had gotten a small network that kept growing and growing, until he had contacts on both his jobs, doing it damn good as well, enough to be wealthy, incredibly rich and doing as he pleased, and having a lot of fun doing that as well. He had found his call, and he was there to stay.

Role-Play Sample

It wasn't a common thing; Sadik was usually too busy or he rather not want to see how two mutants where forced to fight each other until either was unable to move, or dead. It wasn't just here it was a thing for these things to happen, it was just such a large event in this part of the world that it was almost ridiculous. But if one good client to him, that was both rich, bought a lot and had proven himself to be more than faithful, takes you out to see a game and dinner before that, you just didn't say no to it. It had always been painful to watch those games, it was usually two small mutants, or the governments favourite; a big one with strong powers vs someone who could tilt a mango with it's powers. He was leaning in his seat, in the VIP section, where else would he sit with this kind of customer? A fancier attire was on his body, along with his famous mask, as he was watching the mutants enter the arena to fight until it wasn't much left of someone. The green eyes observed the arena, and the two participants. A short glance on his 'friend' to see that he looked so excited he might piss his pants. Some people really deserved a kick in the groin sometimes. But as the match began and went on, one of the mutants looked like she had.. Fun.. How could someone think that this kind of fighting was fun? Hurting each other like that without any regrets.. Quite interesting, he leaned forward and stroked his chin, following the girl's movements as she took down the opponent, and the look she gave the crowd afterwards.. It amused Sadik, but it also made him curious about the lady that was down there. She had been very beautiful.. Or damn it, hot as hell, in an almost illegal way. As the match was over, it was a few more as well, but Sadik had seen enough, and he could easily get away from watching the rest of the slaughter by visit her cell before they moved over to his nightclub once the games was done. If he was back on time, most things where usually good. "I'm gonna go and visit her." The Turk told his 'friend', who looked fairly surprised that Sadik had shown any bigger interest in a mutant for once. Just because he liked to keep his liking to mutant a secret didn't that mean he didn't enjoy their company. "Go ahead, I'll stay here." A sentence he knew too well, and that Sadik should be here before it was over, or else he wouldn't be too pleased. Taking his leave, he went for the underground. Luckily it had signs, or else he would be completely lost in this big maze of stairs and hallways. He had to go deep down to get to them, wondering why they kept them at bay so much. The more restraints, didn't that also come with a price of more rebellion? The harder you hold the leash, the more the dog would pull. It wasn't hard to pay the guards as well to let him in where he shouldn't be as well. One wasn't exactly allowed to visit the mutants unless it was to buy them, or potential buyer was interested. But if one had money or enough power, those kind of details could be overseen. Heading to the cell that he was pointed at, as he put his hands in his pockets and approached her cell, eyes gleaming with interest behind his mask as he stopped in front of the door, looking inside the darker room to see the figure on the bed. It was a view that was much appreciated, she had a body that indeed was to Sadik's liking, too bad she was behind a cell and not outside, then he wouldn't mind inviting her home more than once, now it was a bit more of a difficult task to do so. "You fought well." He complimented her, going in for the smoothness first, wanting to see what kind of type she was, if flattering was going to get her anywhere or if it was just a waste of time. "Quite impressed by that show you put up, it surely took my attention more than a mutant have ever done before." Arms now crossed over his chest, a playful grin on his lips as he continued to observe her, but not in a staring way, rather gentle to not threaten her. "And you seemed to enjoy yourself as well, mind telling me why? A simple human like me has little knowledge about such things.."

OOC Information

Boss

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1 + 1x equals a lot of different terms but I prefer to shorten it to S E X.

I am the heartbreaking feeling you will never get rid of..

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APPROVED

Welcome to TND. Your application has been accepted. We're happy to see your Turkmuse here, Boss! And as an agent too; we're running out of them so quick I wonder why. Anyways! I like his personality; he looks like a fun person to be with. His external qualities hint that there are more of him than meets the eye. I especially like his dreams. It seems not many people willing to admit that owning a harem is one of their life goals. His disliking towards small beds ties nicely with his likes and dreams, and it's also something people his size can relate with. Now go have some parties in London before someone burns it down. The name is Adnan. Sadık Adnan.

made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND