Heracles Karpusi // Greece [Accepted]

[Heracles Karpusi]

Heracles Karpusi

The Basics
Character Name
Heracles Karpusi
Age
25
Gender
Male
Country
Hellenic Republic
Hometown
Athens, Greece
Occupation
Air Ship Mechanic.


In Depth
Physical Description
Heracles is of medium height, standing in at about 5’ 9’’. However, he tends to have a long waist, and is quite built from years of hard labor. He’s quite tan from multiple days spent in the sun, and tends to be rather immune to sun burns. Heracles hair is a nice shade of chocolate brown, sporting some awkward fountain at the top of his head (near the back), and his eyes are a lovely shade of sea foam green. More often than not, they can be described as ‘staring into your soul.’

Because of his occupation, Heracles doesn’t typically bother with fancy clothing or making himself look too lovely – though he can always be seen with some form of weaponry at his side. He is especially good with a kilij, or Turkish saber.

Personality
Heracles can be impeccably described in one word: lazy. He can more often than not be found napping underneath the shade of some tree or on the deck of an air ship, typically surrounded by a few stray cats or attractive women depending on the availability of each. That being said, despite his slow tendencies – Heracles is actually quite bright and clever. His brain is the best of the best, harboring knowledge from the vast world and collecting wise phrases that the oldest philosopher’s wouldn’t think to spout off in their time. He can solve mathematical problems in a jiffy, and he can tell you near exact coordinates by the position of the stars.

He’s generally good natured, soft-spoken, and with little aggression in his system. Heracles is quite good at manipulating with sweet words and the bats of a few eye lashes, and is rather promiscuous, though he claims to just see beauty in all forms of life. Though he is typically passive and laid back, Heracles has a violent and defensive side to him as needed to survive – and will not hesitate to lash out if the situation’s requires it. He’s typically difficult to irritate, but there are a few things that drive him up the wall – such as being told he’s stupid, or immature… etc…

History
Heracles was born in Athens, Greece – the son of a common maid and noble man of the house hold. As his birth was out of wedlock (and his father was already married to boot), Heracles mother took strict care to teach him copious amounts of politeness and tended to be rather overbearing. She never allowed him to play with other children much, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to sit out in their yard alone, tinkering with whatever trinkets his father had brought him at the time. At the time, of course, the rest of the house had no idea there was a genius love child lurking under their noses – and merely thought him the son of a common whore/maid with a knack for learning the strangest of things.

Despite the way his mother kept him close under her wing and tended to be strict, he loved her deeply. They had a special relationship – and as she had once been an educated woman, she taught her son how to read and speak a multitude of languages – though these days it has trickled down to Greek, Turkish, and English. Heracles grew up relatively normal – poor, and unusually smart yes – but for a child he was healthy, and when he did get to play with other’s he did so in a fashion that lacked any sociopathic tendencies. It was when Heracles reached the age of thirteen that problems began to arise.

The wife of his father began to grow suspicious, and it was only one faithful night that he came home from the market to find her confronting his own mother. There was much to do about it, screaming and yelling – curse words that Heracles didn’t quite understand and tears on his mother’s face, as well as the noble man as they both kept looking at him. In an effort to appease his angry wife and shun public scorn, he fired Heracles’ mother, and sent them both on their way.

With nowhere to go, they piddled around Greece for awhile, heading further and further South, hoping from island to island – until they finally found work aboard a merchant ship bound for Aldmoor. While Heracles’ mother cooked, he made minor repairs to the ship until they docked, and there they quit to settle down in what seemed to be a new and fresh start to a soiled life.

His mother found work in a small tavern as a barmaid (she was rather lovely after all), and with the small deeds Heracles was able to accomplish – they soon had enough saved to own their own small little home nestled away in the less safe parts of town, but regardless it was theirs. Heracles and his mother lived and worked happily together for quite some time more – until her health began to decline. At the age of 18, she passed away – and since then Heracles has been on his own.

Riddled with medical debts and trying to keep basic necessities, Heracles put his mechanical and genius skills to use at the docks and shipyard. He is the best of the best when it comes to repairs, or even drawing up plans to build some of the faster, more dangerous ships…. But that’s a little hobby he keeps to himself.
Important Information
>> He’s street tough, and will not hesitate to get into a fist fight (or use his kilij) if necessary.

>> Heracles is quite a catch with the ladies….. and men.

>> He’s fluent in Greek, Turkish, and English.

>> He can’t cook to save his life.

>> Cats. Cats. Cats. They love him. He loves them. He has a particular one though, named Persephone, that is his favorite.

>> He draws maps in his spare time.

>> Heracles often doesn’t understand some people aren’t as intelligent as he is and can’t understand Socrates immediately.

>> Don’t pull that awkward piece of hair on the top of his head. He’ll punch you.

Likes
>> Cats
>> Flying (Air ships that is) and horseback riding
>> Food (never his own)
>> Naps (anytime, any place. Usually dangerous locations)
>> Quoting famous philosophers
>> Mythology
>> Using his hands, and building things
>> Top hats
>> Zombie cages

Dislikes
>> Ignorance
>> Being rushed
>> Dogs
>> Camels
>> Storms
>> Thieves

The sun was blazing hot that day, and Heracles knew the entire town would be moving slowly and sluggishly after they all slid out for afternoon meals. It was early in the morning even, 7 AM, and he could already feel the harsh beat of the blistering heat on his flesh. It was suicide to show much flesh in this kind of weather (you’d get even hotter), or wear something tight. So without adhering to typical societal fashion icons, Heracles typically work something more billowy and loose. Not those stuffy suits. Of course he was a common mechanic, not some thumb twiddling politician.

He’d been at the shipyard for an hour now, balancing precariously over the edge of a billowing sail to tighten a rope here, a bolt there, in an effort to strength the area. The owner had complained of high winds but little moving. He was such a cute little man, Heracles didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d been sailing AGAINST it. Besides, the ship had needed a bit of a tune up anyway, and being the man he was – why should he pass up a little cash and an easier job than usual? It was nice to relax his brain for once.

“Hey Heracles! You might want to get down from there! They say the winds are supposed to be picking up soon-“ A loud voice shouted from below. Heracles assumed it was one of the few mechanics that came as early as he did. But the Greek just shook his head and shot a shy and award winning smile their way, swinging a bit precariously from the mast.

“I’ll be fine. Done this plenty of times before.”

But as Heracles continued his way up, tightening bolts and ropes and checking scopes and the like, he found that his comrade had indeed been right, and the wind from up where he was… well it was getting a bit high. So high, in fact, there were points he found himself clinging to the wood, wrapped up like a koala, and wondering for his life if he would ever get to see his precious cat again. Of course it would pass, and Heracles would continue climbing.

Eventually, however, there became such a gust that Heracles was once more clinging to the nearest piece of engraved metal and wood, eyes clenching shut until he quite suddenly felt his hat being wrenched from his head… and off into the wind it went. With much grumbling and pouting, he finally decided it was time to get down (before he lost his commoner life), and began shimmying here, climbing there, descending on that. Until he was at the lowest flight of stairs (rickety, he’d repair that next). They were windy and thin, dangerous, but Heracles had walked worse so he paid no real mind to them as he began descending.

It just wasn’t his day.

Quite suddenly, he heard a pop from beneath his foot, and the front half of the step disintegrated entirely. Heracles felt himself begin falling forward, felt his arms wind milling and his face contorting comically – but alas, he was not to be saved, and quicker than he could curse in Turkish – his face connected with the deck of the ship.

He’d be sporting that bruise on his head for a couple of days.

Out of Character
Name
Heidi
Age
18
Time Zone
GMT – 5 (CST)
Contact
AIM: seventhriddle
MSN: piyo-piyo-piyo @ hotmail.com

Anything Else?
((Let me tell you how hard it is to find wicked art of Greece where he’s not shirtless. But it’s okay. Everyone can use shirtless Greece.........also Vanilla, and none of my infinite amount of gifs are working. I leave you with America and Mexico instead.))

[Gilbert Weilschmidt]

This is quite fantastic. And a ship mechanic! Yesss. Just the kind of person I can torment.

Wait, what is a zombie cage?

Anyways! You are accepted! Feel free to post an intro or just start roleplaying!