Tate

Race: turkish (half karaboga). Gender: Male. full name: Andrey Suleyman Tate. Height: 190cm (6'5ft). face: Medium nose, thick lips, sparse goatee. Age: 37, born December 1st, 1901, in Ankara, Ottoman Empire. Hair: shaved bald Eye color: bark brown. Likes: The Kingdom of Romania, the king of Romania, and the royal Family! Likes men, be they chubby or muscular or skinny, he wants them all! Likes his cocks girthy. Dislikes: Savinkov and his Russian State, The Third International (Commune of France, Union of Britain, Iberian Federation), Italians, Femboys (would still clap)! The Reichspakt (German Empire and its puppets) and the Entente! Codreanu and his anti-royal cronies...and women Archetype: Power bottom Appearance: Romanian M39 helm, a pair of skin-tight shorts...and that's it! Body: a bit bulky and muscular, big bubble but! A tattoo with "I love the king" on his left arm. Sexuality: Homosexual and misogynist (Hard times create strong men, strong men go hard on me) Weapons: vz. 24 rifle, and his combat knife Backstory: Originally born in the Ottoman Empire, young Tate would live a fairly mundane life as his mother would hunt Turkish hedgehogs for food, as his father and brother (tristan) would be onion merchants in Ankara. He would grow to be a brawler, always picking fights, and beating up anyone that didn't want to buy his Father's onions.. at 14, he wanted to join the army as the first Wheltfireg was in full effect, however he would be recruited by a local officer as a his personal bodyguard! While not the position he wished, at least it paid well, and to his disappointment, the war ended right before he could see any action! At 27, he would have the honor of escorting the Turkish diplomat to the Kingdom of Romania; however, once there, he would become drunk one night and try to force himself on the local waitress. The men at the scene quickly beat the shit out of him, and the policemen took him to jail! There, Tate would scream at the top of his lungs for the diplomat to bail him, but the diplomat couldn't care less as he saw Tate as a liability...and so, Tate was left alone, in a prison with big-burly men in heat...needless to say, his V-card got absolutely taken...but as the claps continued, something in him broke...Suleyman Tate was dead, and from his Ashes, the "BOTTOM G" Was born! The "No please don't!" turned into: "Another one! come on! I DARE you!"... He became the ultimate power bottom, and with each load he took, he grew in strength as his butt grew in size...In 1936, as the geopolitical tide was changing and the Black Monday struck the continent, the king issued a mobilization order for prisons! Tate would be become the leader of the 74th Penal Battalion, with half of the battalion knowing him from inside...it was also nicknamed "the Romanian foreign legion" since it housed so many foreigners...but Tate considered himself UTTERLY Romanian! He was so inspired by the locals, his heart now pumped Romanian seed!