Post by Ottoman Province of Greece on Feb 5, 2011 20:37:11 GMT -5
Heracles Karpusi
"As for me, all I know is that I know nothing."
- Socrates
Dance there upon the shore;
What need have you to care,
What need have you to care,
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Country: Ottoman Province of Greece
Human name: Heracles Karpusi
Apparent age: In the present day ( 21st century ) 29; Currently ( 16th century ) 17.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:
A simple boy. Half lidded olive eyes. Quiet face. A dreamer. Someone who seems content of imagining himself in another world while staring into the Aegean waves, wandering aimlessly on the coast. His looks 16, maybe 17. When he speaks, he uses the words and tone of a philosopher, soft, mature, thoughtful. Not a dreamer. Not someone who creates fantasies, but someone who searches for the truth, if there is one. Perhaps there are several. Is it inaccurate to believe that there is a single truth?
His dark brown hair is grown beyond his ears. Messed and un kept with a curious curl at the top of his head. Sun touched skin. He doesn't see the need to dress nicely. He feels most comfortable in a simple tunic and a pair of old tattered trousers. Afterall, to look extravgant is for people who are arrogant and the ones who lie and hide. And he wasn't any of that, well, at least, that is how he preceives himself. Who was he to know what others thought of him? Often, half a dozen cats walk alongside him and he is never seen without at least a single cat either in his arms or purring at his heels. Do the cats sense something in him? Afterall, he isn't quite.. normal.
For wind or water's roar?
And tumble out your hair
And tumble out your hair
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Strengths:
- Intelligence & wisdom || He has a deeper understanding of the world around him compared to other people. ( even though, as most philosophers, he knows that he doesn't, which is why he keeps searching ) He is also quick to grasp concepts. He is a quick learner, if he wants to be.
- Calmness || It isn't composure. It is simple feeling of peace. He feels peace in his mind, canceling the outside world from his thoughts for hours at a time. Even when faced with a problem or failure, he won't be fazed or disturbed by it.
- Cats || He loves cats. As long as he has a cat around he will be hard to annoy or anger.
- Open mindedness || He can be quiet tolerant and accepting. He has always been a curious person.
- Fighting || Though he doesn't fight, he prefers not to fight and doesn't like fighting, he can fight, and he's very good at it. His mother had trained him when he was young, and once he learns something, he never forgets it.
Weaknesses:
- Napping || He can fall dead asleep even in the most intense moments. Though he tries to avoid doing this, espescially if it is an important event.
- Obliviousness || Things can pass him while it hit others like a train. Sometimes he can be so lost in his thoughts that he can be witness to a street brawl and not remember it. He also finds it hard to focus because of this habit.
- Focus || He can be easily distracted by his own thoughts.
- Speaking loudly || Though he can and does speak, his voice is naturally soft and is almost always kept at a low volume. This sometimes makes it difficult for him to be heard even if he raises his voice.
- Loud noises || He absoloutely hates loud noises. Even though he can sleep like a log in the middle of a fesitval, he doesn't like noisy commotions when he is awake. It 'messes' with his train of thought and he couldn't think straight, which makes him irritated.
Fears:
- His cats getting hurt || He cares for his cats more than anything else, so if finds his cats hurt or if they are lost, he will quickly become upset and will remain upset for a while.
- Inability to fall asleep || Really. What would he do if he can't sleep? Though it's difficult to keep him awake, it can be done. Loud noises, forcing him to do his work or sneaking some coffee beans into his food.
- Loud surprises || While most people will find surprises exciting and pleasant, he will find it terrifying and well.. sudden.
Personality:
Calm. Insightful. Detached. He isn't silent, he just doesn't talk to people as often as others do. Because more often than not, in a conversation, he can be very hard to keep up with. He can jump from one topic to another and to another before coming back to the first topic. He doesn't mean to do it on purpose, thoughts simply come across his mind and he can't help but to mention them. This also leads him to appear, random, blunt and to the point, as he speaks his mind. Perhaps this is why he is usually seen on his own talking quietly to himself or his cats. Despite being a bit of an air head, he is intelligent beyond his years, and loves to ponder and think, but he doesn't necessarily analyse the details. The how did it happens, why did it happens and what made it happens. Instead, he studies the picture as a whole, trying to achieve different prespectives as he does. There is, afterall, no true truth. Only an interpretation of observation. Is that right? Perhaps. Perhaps not. What do you think?
He enjoys sleeping when he has nothing to do or if he doesn't want to do the things that he is supposed to. Actually, he sleeps every chance he gets. 5 minute naps to a whole day's hibernation. Sometimes he might even fall asleep mid-conversation. When asked, he will say that he isn't tired. He simply wants to get back to dreaming. Despite having difficulty in keeping his mind concentrated on one thing more than five minutes, he loves to learn, and can understand things quickly if he is interested in the subject.
Although he is difficult to anger, he can be extremely irritated if he is forced to wake up from a nap, or if someone scares him awake. He will also be very upset if his cats are hurt or lost. He doesn't like to be told what to do either.
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
Being young you have not known
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Family: Egypt, as they've known each other ever since childhood, he sees him as a brother. They are very close, especially after thhey started living in Turkey's house. He considers Egypt a very good person to talk to, even if he doesn't say much. || Ancient Greece, his mother. She had thought him many things, told him stories and opened his mind to the world. Although she has long been gone, he never forgets her for all that she had done for him. Sometimes he can be seen digging around in the old ruins that his mother had built. He will always remember her. || Byzantine; although he wasn't exactly related to him, he sees her as an aunt, and considers her to be the next best thing to another mother. || He also has siblings ( maybe cousins ); the Balkans. They lived together under Turkey, but they've drifted apart after they ran away. So he doesn't see or speak to them often, but enjoys their company whenever they do.
Friends: Egypt, for the same reasons as above. They've been through so many years together, and even if they have said all that has and can be said to each other, they still enjoy each other's company, albeit silence.
Enemies: The Ottoman empire of Turkey. He will forever hate that man, though sometimes he does question his dislike for him. Turkey didn't do anything horribly wrong to him. Well. Yes he did. But it was a long time ago, and over the years, after he ran away, the Turk had been nice to him, although a bit forced from his Boss. He had helped him when he was sick and when an earthquake struck him. He just hates that man. Lets keep it at that.
History:
[ 146 BC ] He remembers that great country, that big man storming through the doors of their house. His remembers that his mother hushed him and told him to run up to his room and stay there until she came for him. He was never the obedient child. He never went into his room that night. That night, he hid behind the curtains half way up the stairs. His mother didn't see him, and neither did that man. He heard his mother call the man, Rome. He has heard that name before. He recognises it. He remembers holding himself back from crying when he heard the man raise his voice. He was loud. His voice was strong. The man shouted and shouted. Then he heard his mother scream at him. After that the words became quiet and cold. He was young. He couldn't understand what they meant by those words. He simply didn't understand the world that the adults had. But what he did understand was how his mother tried so hard to not show that she was afraid. The next morning he found the man sitting at the dining table, having breakfast with his mother. He didn't like it. He didn't like the man and he would hate him for falling in love with his mother.
[ Around 4th century AD ] After a while Rome started to visit his mother less, and in his stead, he sent his sister, Byzantine. She was strong like that man, but she didn't scare him. She was nice. She was nice to both him and his mother. He quickly comes around liking her and loving her just as he would with his own mother. [ 1204 AD ] One day, he found himself pulled away from his mother and Byzantine by an army of men. He can't remember who those men were. But he didn't like them.
[ 1453 AD ] That bastard Turk. He killed Byzantine. His mother was never the same after that. When that Turk told them to stay at his house, his mother fell sick, and she didn't survive the journey. He remembers himself crying and refusing to talk to anyone for months. He didn't listen to that bastard. He didn't want to. He killed his aunt and made his mother sick. It was his fault. But the turkish bastard won't let him go. Whenever he ran away, that Turk would always find him and drag him back to the house. He hates that man.
[ 1827 AD ] He was tired. He has had enough of that Turk. He wanted to leave. They kept fighting. He had never been so violent in his life before. PErhaps he had inherited more from his mother than he had thought. Whenever they would fight and he would run from the house, the bastard will always drag him back. He was always much stronger. No. Not this time. He will leave, and he won't come back. He wasn't a child anymore.
[ 1900 hundereds AD ] He didn't want to fight. But he had to protect himself. He had to protect his people. Many died for him. He will never forget them. When the war ended he felt that it wasn't over. He felt that something terrible was yet to happen. And it did. Italy came. He stayed. He was like his grandfather now, but a bit less scary. But perhaps it was because now, he was grown. He wasn't a child anymore. He heard news of the killing. He felt the killing. His people were starving. So many died. He tried to feed them but it wasn't enough.
[ 2010 AD ] He had never been this sick before. Perhaps he had, but at the moment it seemed like he was going to collapse under the economic depression. He slept for days, only waking up for maybe 10 minutes at a time to be fed some soup. He felt so close to death.
[ 2050 AD ] He was alive. In fact, he felt better than alive. He felt amazing. It was his Golden Age. Not his mother's . His.
[ 2065 AD ] His favourite cat died. Something bad was about to happen. He didn't know why he thought that way. He missed his dear Alysa. But he had to let her sleep. Everyone needed rest.
[ 2080 AD ] The war. The war was destroying everything. Everything was ruined. His people were hungry. They sky was black. The Aegean sea had turned dark.
[ 2088 AD ] He tried to save him. Rastus. He was the last of his cats. He was sick for so long. He watched his brothers and sisters go to sleep and never wake up. He buried Rastus under the now dead olive tree outside his house. Why did this happen? Why did all of this have to happen? Why can't everyone just be understanding and friendly to each other? The war would have never happened. Never.
One morning he wakes up to sunlight in his eyes. Strange. He gets up from his bed, and looks outside his window. THe sea was blue. The sky was clear. It hurt his eyes. But he smiled at it. He heard meaowing. His cats! He sees himself in the mirror. He.. He couldn't recognise himself. He looked so young. Why? What was going on? He stepped outside his room and is greeted by a small girl. A daughter to one of his servants. He remembers her. He runs outside and into the streets. Wooden buildings with brick fronts. The market that was still a market. Bustling. Happy people. He asked a fish merchant for the year. 1500.
How?
Why?
RP Sample:
He was hungry. His stomach was aching and rumbling beneath his skin. Heracles looks down and put a hand on his torso. He let a small sigh escape from his lips and he turns his head to look at the cat purring at his ankles, " Come Helena," He whispers to the gray feline, bending down to rub his fingers behind her ears, " Lets eat," He straightens up and looks for his shoes. He finds them a few steps away, and slides them over his feet. He wishes that he didn't have to wear shoes. It was as if they were hot or uncomfortable. Rather he like to feel the ground. He loved to feel as if he is directly connected to the earth. He realises that his shoes were now filled with sand. He lowers himself again, pulling his shoes off and shaking the sand out. But that Turk wouldn't let him inside with dirty feet. Not that he likes being inside that bastards house, its just that.. the house was where his bed was.. and.. he likes his bed. It was soft and nice and big. His cats likes it too. He makes his way to the grass and taps his feet against a nearby tree, to rid them of the loose sand. Satisfied, he puts his shoes back on and starts to walk. No. Wait. The other way.. Wasn't it?
Oh well. He smiles quietly to himself as he avoids a horse drawn cart. Wow. He wonders if he could jump into the back of that cart. The hay looks so comfortable. He wonders where he'll be when he wakes up. Where is that man taking that cart to? To the fort? For the stables there? Or is he going to the villages near the mountains? Hm.
He can hear the lovely noise of the market. He doesn't mind this noise, because it was the noise of people living. It was the sound of life. Buying, selling eating and stealing food. He likes it for some reason, more than any other noise, except maybe the sound of birds and cats and the ocean. He stretches his neck, trying to look for a place where he can get some food. He has to squeeze through. Its good though. His people were healthy. They were eating. The bakers'. Bread. He would like some bread.
" Excuse me," he asks the young boy behind the counter. He supposed that he was the bakers son, " A loaf, please?" THe boy nods as he wraps a loaf of bread and passes it to a woman. He then turns around and grabs another loaf that his father had just finished and wraps it in a single peice of large pap- He had no money. Heracles had no money. Wait. Surely. He looks around and pulls the pouch that he hung around his neck from under his shirt. Two coins. Just enough. He pays the boy, thanks him and leaves.
Now to find a nice place to eat this. Maybe he'll go back to the beach again. Oh, " Helena, what are you doing on my head?" He asks, the cat who meows as she struggles to keep herself on his head. Ah. Now he remembers. He had put her there, after they passed that cart. Hm. Heracles smiles and transfers the warm bread to his other arm ans he reaches an arm out for the cat to hold her against his chest. The beach it is.
The fool's triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won.
Love lost as soon as won.
[ OOC ]
Name: Cheese. Or Ber or Greece <3
Age: 17 this july?
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And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind?
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