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big hetalian family oc application 2Representation: byzantium/ Constatinople/ Istanbul
Human name: Kadar Annan (kadar means 'powerful' in arabic)
Location (what continent/country/province/state is it a part of?): Part of Turkeys Europe side and a small part in asia
Apparent age: human age: 19, city age: unknown
Physical details: dark brown to black hair with a small curl on the back. He's 5'5'' around 124 lbs and very skinny. He ain't very muscular, but has wits. Scars on his back and chest from constant torture under the Byzantine kingdom and ottoman empire when he was younger. he wears a white shirt with a red vest which has yellow rims, also a brown pants. He prefers not to wear shoes when out in the country side, but is forced to wear shoes by Turkey when in the city. He has dark native skin and brown eyes.
Personality: Istanbul is a pulled back kind of guy, very shy and very careful ( resulting from the constant fighting in the past). But once he get's to know somebody, he starts to trust them and break through his
The story of Patrucio Chapter 3The story of Patrucio Ch. 3
December 2nd, 1501
On the road to Battipaglia, Napal, Italy
Patrucio sat on the top of a straw pile relaxing a bit as the sun shone up on the sky. It had just snowed the other day and it was white all around.
about a week before they set out Ivan had bought a carrige and horse with some supplys for the road. He sat at the front yawning and stretching
his acheing bones. He had just switched watch with patrucio and wasn't really awake yet, he wasn't all to used to the rough road, and now
it was harder to move the wagon through the heavy snow. A cold breeze flew across the land, patrucio shivered and dug himself into the straw to warm himself up.
Oh how he missed the comphort of a bed and it's soft blankets. Some time has passed with silence when suddenly out of the blue came the thunder of multiple hooves.
Patrucio looked up but he didn't reconize the sighn that the men wore, only as they came closer he reconized them as templars.
He turned quickly "Ivan! Temp
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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