"THERE IS NO RECONCILIATION THAT WILL PUT ME IN MY PLACE."
SARGON ANBIR GARZAsar•gone aWn•beer Gar•zahthe basicsNICKNAME: sarge
ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral LOCATION: damascus, syria BIRTHDAY: april 12th SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight HEIGHT: five foot ten HAIR: black EYES: brown OCCUPATION(s): rebel leader / military character interview"To rebel is to... accept danger and invite loss into your life. Even if your act is for what you believe to be the greater good, you must still acknowledge the risks that will come with it. It is your choice, but it will affect your life as a whole." He started, sitting at a makeshift desk strewn with papers and schematics, plans drawn up in multiple languages, all of them different and yet none of them holding the answers he was looking for.
Shaking his head as a thought returned to him, he turned away to scratch something out on a paper before him. "However, to have loss in your life, something inevitable, for everyone will experience it in their lifetime, will give you something to fight for. It will place that spark in your heart that so many need to move forward." The papers set aside, he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers before him and studying the landscape outside his window. It looks like something from a post-apocalyptic war movie, but that was nothing more than his home. The place he had come from. "I never knew my father, and I lost my mother when I was young. A family member took my sister and I in. She was older than myself, always trying to protect me..." There was a fondness in his smile, one of a distant memory. "When we were older, we left my uncle's home to go in search of our father. We found him somewhere in Egypt -- Amira was the spitting image of our mother, and that was the only reason he believed us -- only to have him turn us away. On our way back to Syria, we were caught in the crossfire of our Civil War. I lost my sister that day, and never did make it back home..." This time, the expression was rueful, but not bitter. Despite the weariness in his stance, it was his eyes that were striking, piercing and bright, an intelligence behind them with the type of gaze that could make a person believe he was staring straight into their soul. "I have been fighting since. I believe a part of me wishes to avenge her death, but the greater part of me believes that what I am doing is right." FUN FACTSDOMINANT HAND: right
SMOKES: no LANGUAGES: arabic, english TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: none GLASSES: no COFFEE OR TEA: tea MORNING OR NIGHT: morning CATS OR DOGS: cats PET(S): none A FOOD: grape leaves A TYPE OF LITERATURE: poetry A DESSERT: baklava |