Post by Sadik Adnan on Nov 5, 2011 1:20:23 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name:
Street Name:
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age:
Bitch or Homie:
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?:
Whatchoo do?:
Who you be reppin?:
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do:
In Reality
Beneath the Mask
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing:
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
- Born in Ercil, Turkey as the son of Burcu and Bayram Adnan.
- Bayram had left for America after Sadik was born.
- Burcu and Sadik could not go to America until Bayram had worked in America for a certain amount of time (approximately seven years).
- Sadik grew up speaking Turkish, English, and German.
- In Turkey, Sadik helped his mother around the house when he wasn't in school; from this he began to learn how to cook.
- Sadik began wrestling when he was six; he began belly dancing when he was four.
- Had two close friends, a boy from an Egyptian family who was very quiet and a boy from a Greek family who he always argued with and fought with. In reality, he despised this boy, but at the same he felt a strange friendship between them.
- The Greek boy ended up betraying Sadik's trust, and since, Sadik has sworn to never trust the Greek.
- While living in Turkey, Sadik was able to get close to his cousins in the Middle East. Being the eldest of all his cousins, Sadik became a bit of a big-brother/father figure to them all.
- When Sadik was eight, he and his mother were able to move to America. They lived with Bayram, who worked as a salary-man in Polaris as far as they knew. That year, Sadik's mother had another child, Coskun.
- Bayram had, without exactly intending to, begun a small gang in Polaris known as "The Blood Stars", a group of underpaid Turkish workers who would wrestle each other for sport.
- Burcu was not worried about the gang activity at all; in fact, she supported her husband's roll in gang life.
- For Sadik, the gang was not a place of sorrow at first. The Blood Stars were a small gang who were not involved in a great deal, therefore he saw little bloodshed as a child.
- Sadik came to know the original members of the gang on a first name basis, and he'd often help cook for them, but would talk to them and tell elaborate stories as well.
- Sadik smoked from a young age, hookah, but he never took any sort of drug in excess-- his father begged him to think about anything he put into his body.
[/li][li]Sadik took his primery school studies very seriously. Like most teenagers, though, his secondary schooling was not as productive.
[/li][li]When Sadik was twelve, The Blood Stars were involved in a territorial war, of which they were victorious, but put them into a dangerous place. Crime rates were increasing in Polarus since the time prior to Bayram's arrival, but the increased number of ethnic gangs caused more violence.
[/li][li]While Sadik was still twelve, another gang in the area challenged The Blood Stars, losing, but just barely so when they pulled back at the last available moment. Bayram was injured in this fight, but not killed.
[/li][li]After this fight, Bayram made Sadik more active in the gang. He said he was not happy to do so, but found it was necessary to make sure that, if something happened to him, Sadik would be able to keep the family safe-- both his own and the gang. Sadik would be taking over the gang should anything happened.
[/li][li]Sadik was not oblivious, so when the news came that his father had died in a fight with a rival gang known as Ares' Warriors, he had faced it with strength for his family's sake. He cried deeply in solitude, muffling his cries, but doing so for a month after his father passed away.
[/li][li]Sadik did not take over the gang immediately, being nearly thirteen at the time, but the family had switched hands to a man who had a great deal of power in The Blood Stars... in more than one way. The man came to be close to Burcu, which Sadik detested greatly.
[/li][li]Sadik took control of the gang at the age of sixteen, by which time his personal family had grown from he and Coskun to include another: Serhat, the son of the man who had taken over after Bayram's death, who had not even married Burcu.
[/li][li]Sadik took up an alias, wisely, to avoid his personal life and the gang life interfering too greatly. He would be known as Iskander in The Blood Stars-- Iskander oğlu Bayram, Iskander son of Bayram.
[/li][li]With Sadik's take over of The Blood Stars, there came a time of great difficulty in the gang. Knowing that there was a switch in power, many gangs mobilized at the same time to take on the growing force of the gang. The Blood Stars lost their northernmost territory and some of their western territory.
[/li][li]During Sadik's junior year of high school, the Era of Devastation for The Blood Stars ended with Sadik's carefully planned attack on the Kurdish gang that threatened their territory. With the ruthless victory, The Blood Stars began to rise again.
[/li][li]When Sadik discovered one of the members of The Blood Stars had raped the wife of a member of a rival gang, Sadik did not let this stand. He personally saw to it that this person would be ended. It was the sweetest taste of blood he'd ever have, killing the scum bag who dared sleep with his mother and then catch some rival tail.
[/li][li]By Sadik's graduation from secondary school, The Blood Stars were on the rise of being one of the most powerful gangs in Polaris; while the gang consisted mostly of Turks, there were many other ethnic groups that had joined as well, including but not limited to Hungarians, Bulgarians, Syrians, Palestinians, and many others.
[/li][li]Similarly, Sadik's personal family had grown; some ten months after the death of her lover, Burcu gave birth two twins, a girl named Ferah and a boy named Kadir. As a recap, Sadik's household is now up to six: Burcu, himself, Coskun, Serhat, Ferah, and Kadir.
[/li][li]Sadik did not go to college. After graduation, his focus became the gang. Officially a man now, he had to be very resolute in his actions and couldn't let any outside distractions get to him. His main focus was to make sure that the gang existed as a family, and the best way he could do that was to have a variety of festivities and parties that involved the gang and the community that their territory rested upon.
[/li][li]"Iskander" became a very popular icon in the community. No one ever saw him particularly, but the name was always heard and spoken of. It worked out well this way, because Sadik was able to keep up the duel life he had led of being Sadik, the Turkish transfer boy with a large family, and Iskander, the feared but respected gang leader who lived in the shadows.
[/li][li]Sadik never once saw anything he did in relation to the gang, which got progressively larger and more powerful, to be a bad thing. Everything he did was "for the family" after all. Occasionally, someone needed to be killed. Occasionally, other gangs needed to be put in their place. Occasionally, politicians needed the gang's help in fixing races. These things had to happen.
[/li][li]At age twenty-two, The Blood Stars had become the major gang of Polaris, rivaled mostly by Ares' Warriors.
[/li][li]By this point, Sadik's mind had become very corrupt. He cared only about the future of the gang and the security of his family, at whatever the cost. "Life" had no meaning to him other than the thing that he could take away. "Work" meant that he had matters related to the gang to take care of. And so on...
[/li][li]During his late twenties, something unexpected happened to Sadik: He fell in love. He didn't mean to, it just sort of happened... He fell in love with a woman who frequented the same diner as he did every day.
[/li][li]The woman, Helen, always sat at the table adjacent to his. One day, she asked him why he always read the same newspaper when the stories had an unfavorable spin about them. From there they began to sat with each other during lunch.
[/li][li]Sadik and Helen began dating, and did so faithfully for four years before they discovered something that could've impacted their relationship greatly. Helen was the discreet leader of Ares' Warriors, and Sadik the hidden leader of the Blood Stars.
[/li][li]Though this was an awkward position for the two, they made a pact to not let gang life interfere with their relationship; but that the gang first. If it hadn't so far, it wouldn't anymore. The gang came first, though. But, with this discovery, Sadik's heart was nearly ripped from his chest-- he could not marry Helen under these conditions.
[/li][li]Perhaps the saddest bit that should be mentioned before continuing on is that as Sadik and Helen's relationship continued strongly, the tension between the gangs grew greatly.
[/li][li]Helen and Sadik, though they could not officially marry, often acted as though they were. They'd meet everyday for lunch, they'd hold hands walking down the street, often stay at each others houses, and occasionally argued, but always got over them and laughed later.
[/li][li]Sadik's family loved Helen, she was kind and independent, and not afraid to speak her mind. She was perfect for their obstinate young patriarch.
[/li][li]Sadik and Helen slept together after five years of dating. They had a child together, a beautiful girl who was Sadik's love and joy.
[/li][li]Helen, though, did not live the double-alias life that Sadik chose. So when Helen got pregnant, her gang was incredibly suspicious, and blamed (oddly right) the Blood Stars.
[/li][li]Without Helen's say so, the members of Ares' Warrior began to fight Blood Stars on the the streets, and soon enough, an entire gang war was underway.
[/li][li]Sadik and his star-crossed lover were at a standstill now, having no excuse anymore. It had finally come to a point where the two would be again one another. The gang came first after all...
[/li][li]Suddenly, concepts that were nothing for Sadik suddenly changed. "Life" was not a force that he had control over, but a beautiful gift... "Work" was the doing of anything and everything that one put their heart into.
[/li][li]Sadik had to kill Helen.
[/li][li]The Blood Stars were the largest gang in Polaris now, but their leader, Iskander had "fallen into bad health"; that is, Sadik didn't want to deal with the gang anymore. Though he had swore he'd never let himself fall to weakness, a single woman made him realize that he was completely throwing away his life.
[/li][li]Sadik continued watching over the gang until his early thirties, whereon the members of the gang helped Sadik break his chains. They loved him and respected him.
[/li][li]On the fifteenth of March of the year 1980, "Iskander oğlu Bayarm" was killed.
[/li][li]Sadik went on to go to college, studying history and teaching, while rising his daughter and working various odd jobs while he was going through college, including construction which was one of his favorite jobs.
[/li][li]Sadik went on to teach history at a high school level, but also taught at the middle school level when need be. He also worked as a weapons dealer, selling specifically from his home to those with the proper license.
[/li][li]After Sadik left, the Blood Stars began to break apart. Sub-groups emerged within, mostly from the former Ares' Warriors, but from others as well, and sure enough they split off to form new groups, and the Blood Stars fell away to the wayside, though still exist in silence.
[/li][li]When I said Sadik loves sweets, I wasn't kidding. His briefcase is filled with candy.
[/li][li]Sadik has a flask in his pocket. It's filled with apple juice.[/li][/ul]
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got: (RP sample)
Culture was like a flower; depending on what it was given, it would bloom and grow and flourish differently. Some flowers grow larger than others, having more nutrients in the soil and more sunlight. Some grow better without much light and without many nutrients, pushing through difficulties with their own strength and perseverance. Others still are given everything need and pop out as small, almost insignificant little buds that most people would just pass idly by without a second thought. Whether they flourish into large, blooming plants or shrivel away under their own lack of power, flowers grow in some way.
Culture was the same in this aspect. A people could be planted into a location and given everything they needed for survival (Food, resources, other people to continue the race, etc), and become a growing, moving, living nation, having very distinct traditions that set them apart from everyone else around them. Music, beliefs, cliches and proverbs, and food; all of these things played into what the culture would be known for. These were the colorful leaves, the petals, or the flower of culture, the history of the people providing the stem, and the community and struggles being the soil and weather for the culture to grow and fight through. And, indeed, some cultures had much more than others as they grew.
Sadik was very fond of his culture, finding it to be the most beautiful flower to ever exist. It was rich, unique, strong, and righteous. They had music of their own, a language that was spectacular, and food. The food of Turkey was the most delicious thing in the world. Sweet for some dishes, a bit spicy for others, but always a pleasure to the pallet. The Turkish people were the origin for some of the most amazing foods in the world, though no one would ever believe him when he said that-- after all, the Greeks had done such an amazing job at making the world believe otherwise. But Sadik knew it, and other Turks knew it, so he would always live as the advocate.
America disappointed him a bit though. There was no REAL culture in the country, not in his mind. It was a mesh up of a lot of other cultures, and while it was beautiful in its own way, it had the appearance of a Common Madia. Though it was part of a family of beautiful flowers, it looked like a weed, and therefore rather lackluster in the eyes of world. America was part of a great family of nations in the Americas, all with rich, beautiful cultures; however, it wasn't the most beautiful in the world, lacking the luster of a distinct culture. Sure they had coined their own music, and that spread through the world quickly. Their language was a mix up of a bunch of other languages; that is, the majority spoke English, but many spoke other languages such as Spanish, Chinese, Italian, Dutch and so on, but they didn't have a common language among all people. They didn't really have their own food, either, anything that really set them apart from the rest of the world. There was nothing in America that Sadik could eat and say "This is a truly American dish".
But perhaps that's why Sadik ended up at the World's Diner. It was just that; a diner of the world. He had passed by it so many times, and often times he had seen Turkish meals on the specialty menu which made his heart giddy, but he either never had time or never had enough money. Finally, though, he set aside time and saved up money-- it was time for him to splurge, just once.
He spent a long amount of time standing outside, looking at the menu posted in the window. Sadik wanted to know what to get the moment he walked in, that way there'd be no dilly-dallying with drinks and "oh one moment while I check my menu" or anything like that. Sadik was a man with a mission and nothing was going to stop him.
The small, fancy letters on the menu before him sang to him, his face close to the menu to see it better. His mind was tickled with the thought of enjoying meals signature to places he'd never been to before, such as Sweden and Switzerland, while the temptation to get meals more familiar to him, from Bulgaria and Germany, meals that he did not eat all the time but always did so with joy when he had them, were very much combating in his head. He knew he'd never have the money to afford it all, but he was so tempted and so desiring to do so. After all, he was a large man who needed a lot of food to keep going; didn't it, then, only make sense that he have a large meal?
His mind torn, Sadik inevitably decided to go inside and sit down. Perhaps someone on the wait staff could help him decide.
Looking around the nicely restaurant, he noted a few things as he waited for the host to appear. The color red was most obvious throughout the restaurant: the lamp shades had a red hue, the seat cushions were a reddish tint as well, though perhaps a bit more maroon. The menus were bordered with red, and some of the items on the list, the restaurant's specialty items perhaps, were in red as well. It was a clever act of coercion, and the designer of the restaurant deserved credit for being so craft.
The floor, not colored red, was not carpeted, but a very fancy wooden pattern. It was pleasing to the eye and, mixed with some darker colors, made to seem eternally clean. Again, the thought put into it was remarkable.
But the most outstanding piece that Sadik noticed in the restaurant was found through a customer. He knew not her name, though he had seen her often. She was on the same team as he was, and he was fairly certain that she lived in his dorm- granted he hadn't been home much in the last few weeks- making her face very familiar to him. Perhaps he heard her name in passing-- in fact, he was pretty sure that she introduced herself to him. Alas, though, he knew not her name. But he knew he knew her, and in knowing that he knew her, he had motive to approach her with a devilish plot.
"Hey there." He said, walking over to the table in a rather casual way, a smirk on his face. "What a coincidence, seein' you here, huh?" It was, admittedly, obvious he didn't know her name, but by this point he could say he cared. He possibly had the opportunity to get someone to pay for half of his meal.
Culture was the same in this aspect. A people could be planted into a location and given everything they needed for survival (Food, resources, other people to continue the race, etc), and become a growing, moving, living nation, having very distinct traditions that set them apart from everyone else around them. Music, beliefs, cliches and proverbs, and food; all of these things played into what the culture would be known for. These were the colorful leaves, the petals, or the flower of culture, the history of the people providing the stem, and the community and struggles being the soil and weather for the culture to grow and fight through. And, indeed, some cultures had much more than others as they grew.
Sadik was very fond of his culture, finding it to be the most beautiful flower to ever exist. It was rich, unique, strong, and righteous. They had music of their own, a language that was spectacular, and food. The food of Turkey was the most delicious thing in the world. Sweet for some dishes, a bit spicy for others, but always a pleasure to the pallet. The Turkish people were the origin for some of the most amazing foods in the world, though no one would ever believe him when he said that-- after all, the Greeks had done such an amazing job at making the world believe otherwise. But Sadik knew it, and other Turks knew it, so he would always live as the advocate.
America disappointed him a bit though. There was no REAL culture in the country, not in his mind. It was a mesh up of a lot of other cultures, and while it was beautiful in its own way, it had the appearance of a Common Madia. Though it was part of a family of beautiful flowers, it looked like a weed, and therefore rather lackluster in the eyes of world. America was part of a great family of nations in the Americas, all with rich, beautiful cultures; however, it wasn't the most beautiful in the world, lacking the luster of a distinct culture. Sure they had coined their own music, and that spread through the world quickly. Their language was a mix up of a bunch of other languages; that is, the majority spoke English, but many spoke other languages such as Spanish, Chinese, Italian, Dutch and so on, but they didn't have a common language among all people. They didn't really have their own food, either, anything that really set them apart from the rest of the world. There was nothing in America that Sadik could eat and say "This is a truly American dish".
But perhaps that's why Sadik ended up at the World's Diner. It was just that; a diner of the world. He had passed by it so many times, and often times he had seen Turkish meals on the specialty menu which made his heart giddy, but he either never had time or never had enough money. Finally, though, he set aside time and saved up money-- it was time for him to splurge, just once.
He spent a long amount of time standing outside, looking at the menu posted in the window. Sadik wanted to know what to get the moment he walked in, that way there'd be no dilly-dallying with drinks and "oh one moment while I check my menu" or anything like that. Sadik was a man with a mission and nothing was going to stop him.
The small, fancy letters on the menu before him sang to him, his face close to the menu to see it better. His mind was tickled with the thought of enjoying meals signature to places he'd never been to before, such as Sweden and Switzerland, while the temptation to get meals more familiar to him, from Bulgaria and Germany, meals that he did not eat all the time but always did so with joy when he had them, were very much combating in his head. He knew he'd never have the money to afford it all, but he was so tempted and so desiring to do so. After all, he was a large man who needed a lot of food to keep going; didn't it, then, only make sense that he have a large meal?
His mind torn, Sadik inevitably decided to go inside and sit down. Perhaps someone on the wait staff could help him decide.
Looking around the nicely restaurant, he noted a few things as he waited for the host to appear. The color red was most obvious throughout the restaurant: the lamp shades had a red hue, the seat cushions were a reddish tint as well, though perhaps a bit more maroon. The menus were bordered with red, and some of the items on the list, the restaurant's specialty items perhaps, were in red as well. It was a clever act of coercion, and the designer of the restaurant deserved credit for being so craft.
The floor, not colored red, was not carpeted, but a very fancy wooden pattern. It was pleasing to the eye and, mixed with some darker colors, made to seem eternally clean. Again, the thought put into it was remarkable.
But the most outstanding piece that Sadik noticed in the restaurant was found through a customer. He knew not her name, though he had seen her often. She was on the same team as he was, and he was fairly certain that she lived in his dorm- granted he hadn't been home much in the last few weeks- making her face very familiar to him. Perhaps he heard her name in passing-- in fact, he was pretty sure that she introduced herself to him. Alas, though, he knew not her name. But he knew he knew her, and in knowing that he knew her, he had motive to approach her with a devilish plot.
"Hey there." He said, walking over to the table in a rather casual way, a smirk on his face. "What a coincidence, seein' you here, huh?" It was, admittedly, obvious he didn't know her name, but by this point he could say he cared. He possibly had the opportunity to get someone to pay for half of his meal.
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise
