History & false memories.
History
Born from the Byzantine Empire, young Greece had precious little time to spend with his mother before she was killed by Turkey in 1453. This dark stranger proceeded to take the orphan into his own home as part of his Ottoman Empire. Like so many children, Greece (then called Roumeli) was raised to follow Turkey's customs. He was educated according to Turkey's beliefs and made to play many roles: devşirme (soldier), köçek (harem boy), and tellak (bath masseur). However, the child Greece was never content to be Turkey's servant boy. Even as he approached his teenage years and was given a prominent position in Turkey's palace, he despised his surrogate father. In secret he read his mother's books and practiced the customs she had taught him.
In the 18th century, Greece became acquainted with France and Russia, who both took an interest in this beautiful nation so close to adulthood. Both of them fought Turkey for Greece's heart, but Turkey refused to let go. Greece himself maintained a certain level of apathy, feeling hopeless that he would ever be allowed to leave Turkey's possession. It wasn't until England began to visit him that he felt truly stirred. With so much poetry and words of adoration and promises of aid, England wooed teenage Greece and convinced him to turn against Turkey once and for all.
On March 25, 1821, Greece announced to Turkey his intention to leave. Turkey reacted violently, striking at the boy, and Greece fled into the mountains to amass his armies. They clashed again and again, and Turkey's abuse was so brutal that England, France, and Russia all united to fight him off. Against them all, even Turkey and Egypt together couldn't force Greece to his knees. Turkey was forced to recognize Greece's independence, but it wouldn't be the last time he would fight to possess him.
Greece's sovereignty was confirmed in a London Protocol on February 3, 1830, a date which Greece would take as his birthday. He was glad to be free at last, but the fight had left his adolescent body gravely injured. This left the Western Powers to decide his fate, and he was in no position to argue with their decisions. England chose a king for Greece and intervened constantly in all of his decisions. Although it was done out of love, his overbearing ways began to frustrate Greece, especially once the boy had recovered from his injuries and was still not allowed to leave England's care.
Turkey was a constant threat and as England became preoccupied with new companions, Greece was left to defend himself from greedy Ottoman hands. In 1912, Greece began associating with Bulgaria and his other Balkan cousins. They united to beat down Turkey together, but when they returned home, Bulgaria made to seize Greece himself and Greece found himself in another exhausting fight.
By 1914, all of these struggles left Greece weak and bedridden with illness. The world was at war and he wanted none of it. Over the next four years he eventually gave in to Entente requests for assistance on the promise that this war would result in the death of the Ottoman Empire. Yet Turkey did not die, and Greece was again swept up in turmoil from all sides. His illness returned worse than ever and Russia began to visit him again, whispering new ideas which began to tear at his mind.
The Second World War erupted much too soon for Greece. Again he shrank back from the battle, too concerned with regaining his own health and fighting back the madness which was threatening to consume him. England was there, however, with a reassuring hand on his shoulder, to promise protection. Yet with every day, Germany stepped closer.
Italy, in all his idiocy, decided to impress Germany by taking Greece for him. On October 28, 1940, he demanded that Greece join with him. When Greece responded with a curt refusal, Italy dove into battle and... lost. Or nearly, until Germany rolled his eyes and came to Italy's rescue. Germany's fist came down on Greece with violent severity, and though Germany complimented Greece's bravery and his determined heart, he conquered without remorse. England tried and failed to save his beloved. Greece starved and suffered until October 12, 1944, when Germany was forced to turn his attention elsewhere.
False Memories
Heracles Karpusi was born to a peasant family in a village called Triodos near Kalamata, Greece. His life changed irreversibly at the age of seven, when he was kidnapped by a band of Romani while working in the olive grove. As was common for pale-featured boys with beautiful faces, he was transported to Turkey and entered into the underground sex trade. For much of his youth he worked as a masseur in various bathhouses around Istanbul, but when he turned fifteen his body was ripe to be sold on the market.
He was transported from Istanbul to the Abyss of NeoGenesis, where his virginity and servitude were auctioned off to the highest bidder. The man who purchased him was a police officer named Yaha, and to this day he remains in Yaha's care.
Born from the Byzantine Empire, young Greece had precious little time to spend with his mother before she was killed by Turkey in 1453. This dark stranger proceeded to take the orphan into his own home as part of his Ottoman Empire. Like so many children, Greece (then called Roumeli) was raised to follow Turkey's customs. He was educated according to Turkey's beliefs and made to play many roles: devşirme (soldier), köçek (harem boy), and tellak (bath masseur). However, the child Greece was never content to be Turkey's servant boy. Even as he approached his teenage years and was given a prominent position in Turkey's palace, he despised his surrogate father. In secret he read his mother's books and practiced the customs she had taught him.
In the 18th century, Greece became acquainted with France and Russia, who both took an interest in this beautiful nation so close to adulthood. Both of them fought Turkey for Greece's heart, but Turkey refused to let go. Greece himself maintained a certain level of apathy, feeling hopeless that he would ever be allowed to leave Turkey's possession. It wasn't until England began to visit him that he felt truly stirred. With so much poetry and words of adoration and promises of aid, England wooed teenage Greece and convinced him to turn against Turkey once and for all.
On March 25, 1821, Greece announced to Turkey his intention to leave. Turkey reacted violently, striking at the boy, and Greece fled into the mountains to amass his armies. They clashed again and again, and Turkey's abuse was so brutal that England, France, and Russia all united to fight him off. Against them all, even Turkey and Egypt together couldn't force Greece to his knees. Turkey was forced to recognize Greece's independence, but it wouldn't be the last time he would fight to possess him.
Greece's sovereignty was confirmed in a London Protocol on February 3, 1830, a date which Greece would take as his birthday. He was glad to be free at last, but the fight had left his adolescent body gravely injured. This left the Western Powers to decide his fate, and he was in no position to argue with their decisions. England chose a king for Greece and intervened constantly in all of his decisions. Although it was done out of love, his overbearing ways began to frustrate Greece, especially once the boy had recovered from his injuries and was still not allowed to leave England's care.
Turkey was a constant threat and as England became preoccupied with new companions, Greece was left to defend himself from greedy Ottoman hands. In 1912, Greece began associating with Bulgaria and his other Balkan cousins. They united to beat down Turkey together, but when they returned home, Bulgaria made to seize Greece himself and Greece found himself in another exhausting fight.
By 1914, all of these struggles left Greece weak and bedridden with illness. The world was at war and he wanted none of it. Over the next four years he eventually gave in to Entente requests for assistance on the promise that this war would result in the death of the Ottoman Empire. Yet Turkey did not die, and Greece was again swept up in turmoil from all sides. His illness returned worse than ever and Russia began to visit him again, whispering new ideas which began to tear at his mind.
The Second World War erupted much too soon for Greece. Again he shrank back from the battle, too concerned with regaining his own health and fighting back the madness which was threatening to consume him. England was there, however, with a reassuring hand on his shoulder, to promise protection. Yet with every day, Germany stepped closer.
Italy, in all his idiocy, decided to impress Germany by taking Greece for him. On October 28, 1940, he demanded that Greece join with him. When Greece responded with a curt refusal, Italy dove into battle and... lost. Or nearly, until Germany rolled his eyes and came to Italy's rescue. Germany's fist came down on Greece with violent severity, and though Germany complimented Greece's bravery and his determined heart, he conquered without remorse. England tried and failed to save his beloved. Greece starved and suffered until October 12, 1944, when Germany was forced to turn his attention elsewhere.
False Memories
Heracles Karpusi was born to a peasant family in a village called Triodos near Kalamata, Greece. His life changed irreversibly at the age of seven, when he was kidnapped by a band of Romani while working in the olive grove. As was common for pale-featured boys with beautiful faces, he was transported to Turkey and entered into the underground sex trade. For much of his youth he worked as a masseur in various bathhouses around Istanbul, but when he turned fifteen his body was ripe to be sold on the market.
He was transported from Istanbul to the Abyss of NeoGenesis, where his virginity and servitude were auctioned off to the highest bidder. The man who purchased him was a police officer named Yaha, and to this day he remains in Yaha's care.