Turkey CH

Ottoman Empire.

Plots

Turkey

Intro

It was a chilly, unremarkable day. Winter was just being to rear its ugly head. Turkey was walking on the Ankara plain.

This lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the sultan himself, hurried their pace subconsciously. No one wanted to be present when the man was feeling less than generous.

Turkey proudly displayed his countless earned medals over his traditional Ottoman uniform. Two top Turkish soldiers marched after him, standing guard on either side of him. Even though he insisted it'd be a quick smoke break, there was no way they'd let him storm outside without protection.

Turkey sat on an old but sturdy bench and glanced around. He took a cigarette from his pocket and smoked. The cigarette smoke mixed with the air, turning it a gloomy grey.

Turkey was tall, handsome, shining with the moon and stars and had a historical aura. He wore his nice dark red tinted brown suit with its pure gold shoulder pads and hanging embellishments as well as some gold rings. He had his Turkish fez hat on as usual, with the black hanging part dangling down. He always looked professional and intimidating. He had his red eyepatch on to cover his scarred eye with its white Turkish symbol embroidered on it.

Just as he was wrapping up, one of his Turkish soldiers approached him while he was smoking his cigarette.