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Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
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| | | Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sat Oct 05, 2013 11:08 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: Armenia Human Alias: Alisia Arabian OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: OC Allies/Friends: Greece - The one who is closer to her than anyone else on this earth. Alisia loves Greece dearly, as she grew up with him and he has always been there for her. They have fought together again and again, and when she has fallen, he has always been there to pick up the pieces and put her back together again. Russia - At first glance it seems that these two would make strange friends, or wouldn't be able to keep a friendship at all. That assumption is very wrong. Alisia closely treasures Ivan's friendship (as strange as he is), and owes him a great debt. He was the second nation to aid her during the Armenian Genocide, and took her under his wing into the Soviet Union to protect her nation. She proved a valuable asset to him as his 4th strongest military power. He is her second strongest military support (after Greece) and inevitably saved the lives of her people. Romania - He is another close friend of Alisia's. He was the very first nation to recognize her independence, and it has been quoted that, "This event was no coincidence. The Romanian-Armenian brotherhood will always remain strong." America - Alisia feels greatly indebted to this man. After the Armenian Genocide of the 20th century he sent financial aid that greatly helped her people, keeping them from starvation. Ever since he's dedicated to helping her and her relations with Turkey. He provides a grand amount of protection for her, and she considers him a dear friend. France - While the relations between these two is not obvious, Alisia will always consider Francis a good friend. During the Armenian Genocide, he was the very first nation to aid her, rescuing more than 400,000 Armenians from the slaughter. Such a quick act of assistance brought the two very close. Enemies/Rivals: Turkey - The Turks and Armenians have never once gotten along, and most likely never will. There is much tension between the two nations, as Armenia still accuses Turkey of the Armenian Genocide which he inflicted upon her and her people. He still denies it. Azerbaijan - There has always been tension between these two. Azerbaijan is a close friend- or a brother to- Turkey, and has resented Armenia for being his nemesis for some time. Armenia resents him for being his ally. They are extremely bitter towards eachother to this day. Siblings/Family: Greece - For as long as Alisia can remember, Greece has been there. Their cultures grew and thrived together, even in the times of Ancient Greece. The very first records of Armenian civilization come from Greek scholars. She sees him as a brother, and is closer to her than anyone else. Personality: Upon first meetings, Alisia is a very polite, quaint woman. She enjoys serving and helping others. In truth, she is often quite alone, due to her geography and surroundings. Because of this, any contact with friends she has is very treasured to her, and she is happiest when someone is with her. She is very protective of family and friends, and when it comes time that she has to fight, her personality can almost change completely from sweet and caring to stoic and cold. This is due to her times long ago, when she had to fight against multiple empires every day for survival. Alisia, when it comes to relationships and anything personal, is very insecure. She is used to constantly being jabbed at for every thing wrong about her by her hateful neighbors (Turkey and Azerbaijan), and it has begun to wear down on her. It has become hard for her to believe that she could be anything special, or beautiful, and the only thing she prides herself in is being dedicated to her people. For most of her life she's been nothing but a tool or pawn of war, so her self esteem is extremely low. She does her best not to show it, but when it comes to anything personal, she becomes reclusive and shuts off. Liked Pairings: Armenia x Romania, Armenia x America, Armenia x 2P!America, Armenia x Scotland (OTP ftw), Armenia x France - Open to any new pairings! Disliked Pairings: Armenia x Azerbaijan, Armenia x Turkey Brief History: [to be added] Roleplay Example: - Spoiler:
The iron armour sagged heavily on Alisia's exhausted bones, but she had no time for rest. More than exhaustion physically, emotionally she was worse, shattered and worn. She had been a mere bystander when Rome had taken him from her; she had been helpless to do anything but watch as Greek blood flowed into the Aegean.
After all her fighting, all her struggle, she could do nothing. It was the most heart-wrenching moment of her pitiful existence. She didn't even deserve to call herself an empire.
All she wanted to do was lay down and cry, because now she was alone. But this was the last stand. The grand city of Tigranakert would soon be under siege.
The Romans were coming.
As the front gates shook with every heave of soldiers attempting to pierce through, her body shook. Why could she do nothing but stand here? Shouts echoed off the stone walls, soldiers ready for the final battle. The last stand of the Armenian Empire.
Her swords rattled in her hands, her dull brown gaze glued to the stone floors beneath her. She stood no chance, and she very well knew this. Yet her great king Tigranes the Great would rather have the empire die in a blaze of glory than bow before Roman bastards.
Tears fell to the stone. Her tears. It was as if her body could sense the swarming defeat, the impending deaths of her people, the slaughtering of women and children and soldiers. What was worth all of this?
She hardly noticed the warm hand that laid upon hers. She thought it a dream, a delusion. But as she raised her eyes, brown eyes locked with a jade pair that were so familiar she nearly broke down in sobs.
"Heracles?"
A smile greeted her, and her heart lifted with joy. "I..thought you were..."
"I am here, and that is what matters now."
The two embraced, but Alisia had no time to weep out of joy. The front gate rattled; it was ready to collapse. She pulled from his arms, and once again they locked eyes. "Will you fight by my side?"
He nodded. Nothing less could be expected from her Greek brother. "Until the end."
The explosion of wood was nothing compared to the roar of shouts as Roman soldiers poured into Tigranakert. But they were not who Alisia was waiting for. Soldiers battled soldiers; nations battled nations.
And there he was. The Roman Empire. His cape of red silk billowed behind him as he marched in. His eyes had locked on her from the moment he was within sight; a hunter to his prey. She raised her sword, daring him to draw nearer.
Mere feet away, the large man stopped. Alisia grit her teeth. "Leave this place Rome! I will never surrender to you!" He smiled, as if he already knew. "I expected nothing less from you, Armenia." A hiss erupted from her throat that she had not meant, but perhaps it was her pure hatred towards this man. "I will not say it again! Leave, and never return!"
His smirk was so deadly, it would make young children run in fear. His dark eyes glinted with knowing. He raised his hand, snapping his fingers.
It was as if time stopped. "Greece." the man said plainly.
A hand covered her mouth suddenly, but it was a hand she knew. "He...Heracles?"
"Please...do not hate me." his voice was shaking and so hoarse, she knew he must be crying.
And he did it. The blade was ripped out of her only a moment later, her body crumpling to the cold stone below. The bellowing laugh of Rome erupted above her, but it was only white noise now. The betrayal stung, it throbbed, it was a gaping wound that would not heal. When her blurred vision looked to him all she could see was a crumpled man sobbing into his palms.
She could not keep her eyes open. The last of her strength faded, Alisia closed her eyes, a few tears leaking from them to join the warm blood that she lay in.
The Armenian Empire was dead.
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| | | Lukas Bondevik Admin
Posts : 32 Join date : 2013-10-05 Location : Oslo, Norway
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sat Oct 05, 2013 11:15 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: Norway
Human Alias: Lukas Bondevik
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: N/A
Allies/Friends: Nordics
Enemies/Rivals: As far as I'm concerned, none.
Siblings/Family: Iceland
Liked Pairings: PruCan, Spamano, DenNor, RoChu, HKIce (ehh, can't remember the ship name)
Disliked Pairings: RusAme, Engmano (long story, Scotland knows what this is about)
Personality: He is a man of few words, who keeps a stoic face at almost all times. While he tries to stay calm most of the time, there are cases where (coughdenmarkcough) someone has made him quite irritated. While he may not show it, he cares for his friends deeply and would protect them with his life.
Roleplay Example: The whole conference had been thrown into chaos as Ludwig slowly lost his control over the rowdy group of nations. Several tomatoes had been thrown across the room, multiple missing their target completely and hitting nations nearby. Lukas had simply watched in silence. When Lovino had thrown yet another tomato the wrong way, he had grabbed Matthias by the tie and pulled the Dane in front of him, effectively using him as a human shield.
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| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 1:44 am | |
| Nation of Choice: Sealand
Human Alias: Peter Kirkland
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: Canon
Allies/Friends: Latvia, Ladonia, other micro-nations, Sweden , Finland, The other Nordics, maybe Japan.
Enemies/Rivals: England.
Siblings/Family: England, Sweden, Ladonia, Scotland, Ireland, Whales, Australia.
Finland?
Personality: Sealand is usually cheerful and full of energy. He's prideful of his ' country'. Sometimes this pride causes him to brag about his small country as if it is the greatest thing in the world, although he isn't trying to be rude. He's Innocent on the inside ,although he tries to act like he's not to seem more like a adult. Peter is also brave.
Roleplay Example: The meeting room was large, brilliant , and filled with thousands of great nations. There was a jumble of conversations around the micro-nation as he walked into the room. Arthur was no-where in sight and nobody seemed to care about his presence. He excitedly walked about the room.
Peter ducked , with a glance above as Austria almost stepped on him. "Hey-" He exclaimed, fixing his hat as the Austrian passed by. Peter gave a almost sad huff before his facial expression twisted into determination. He sat in a seat at the meeting table with a ecstatic smile as he waited for the meeting to start. |
| | | Iain Kirkland
Posts : 18 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 44 Location : Edinburgh, Scotland
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 2:53 am | |
| Nation Of Choice: Scotland
Human Alias: Iain Kirkland
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: OC
Allies/Friends:
France - Scotland and France have been friends and allies for a very, very long time. So long, it's recorded as one of the longest alliances of all time. Their beautiful friendship bloomed by the mutual hatred they had for England and so they helped each other time and time again, though France had the better half of the deal, having a friend who was geographically closer to England that could fight alongside him with ease. Both have proved throughout history that they have eachother's backs.
Ireland - Although Ireland is a brother, he is also an important friend and ally for Scotland throughout history. They've helped eachother through many tough times whether it be a fight with England or supporting eachother through a depression or famine. They have the strongest bromance.
Baltics -Although Scotland and the Baltics aren't exactly close, they do trade a lot so they are at the very least familiar with one another and friendly.
Enemies/Rivals:
England - Although they aren't cold-hearted enemies like they were back in the day, fighting till their last breath, they aren't exactly the best of brothers and do still argue and fight occasionally.
Siblings/Family:
Wales - Scotland respects Wales for a number of different reasons. He never truly bothers him, the only time being if he's trying to be a funny dickhole, getting a crack outta him. Although they aren't real close, he knows he can rely on him no matter what. He also thinks Wales' patience is both extraordinary and admirable. They don't have a talkative relationship per say, but one filled with mutual understanding and reverence.
Ireland - Ireland and Scotland are probably the closest brothers, their history and personalities easily intertwining with one another. They've had eachother's back for a long time, and they usually agree on most things. They're incredibly competitive sometimes, almost to the point it seems like they're trying to prove something toward one another. Ireland is probably the first brother Scotland would go to if he had some sort of problem, their bromance knows no bounds.
Northern Ireland - Scotland and Northern Ireland aren't exactly the closest. Although Scotland takes great pleasure in pissing him off, they aren't the friendliest brothers of the bunch. They don't hate eachother but at the same time aren't ridiculously happy to see eachother. They have a better relationship then Scotland has with England at the very least.
England - Scotland loves to piss off England whenever he gets the chance to. England, having the habit to be the bossiest brother although he's the youngest, can easily get under Scotland's skin and thus they argue almost all the time. Though their relationship is rather playful compared to their past, they'll still get in rough fights from time to time. They almost never agree on something, and are the least close brothers of them all without a doubt.
Australia - He likes the boys cheerful attitude although he isn't exactly fond of his land and ridiculous amounts of animals or the blazing hot sun. It beats the rain any day though.
Sealand - Although the kid can get a bit annoying from time to time, he can't help but enjoy the boy's constant bashing of England and thus grew a soft spot for him. If the kid's craving some candy he knows which Kirkland to go to.
Canada - Scotland and Canada have a very different relationship compared to others. He doesn't dare make fun of or even tease the Canadian boy unlike the treatment he gives his other brothers, more or less because he pities the poor boy for being neglected and having an annoying brother. He treats Canada more nicely than he does with most.
America - He thinks this kid is annoying, needs a muzzle, and has a weird relationship with his younger brother so he avoids this walking migraine maker as much as he can.
Personality: At first glance, you'd most likely expect Scotland to be this cold-hearted, short tempered, Scotsman and you'd be right in some aspect but you would also be as far away from the truth as you possibly could. Scotland is more laid-back then anything, only short tempered when someone provokes him with an insult or anything in between. He gets along with people more smoothly then one would think and is more or less a big flirt. If you say something he doesn't agree with he'll argue with you without a moment's hesitation but he isn't one to initiate a fight from a minor disagreement or opinion. That doesn't mean he'll never pick a fight, though it's more or less with his siblings then anyone else. He can be rough around the edges but he isn't a cynical guy in the least.
Liked Pairings: Scotland X Armenia. Scotland X Genderbent!Ireland and vice versa. Pretty much anything that's not yaoi because Scotland is thirsty but it's not for the D
Disliked Pairings: ScotEng.
Brief History: England kicked his ass alot. He's still buttsore.
Roleplay Example:
"Well ya ken what, who needs ya anyway!!!"
Iain's heart was still pounding, miniature legs running as fast as they could go. He didn't care where he ended up anymore, as long as he was far away to the point noone would ever find him. Eventually he collapsed near a body of water, panting hard from that ten or was it twenty minute sprint. He didn't need them, he didn't need HIM. Just because he was older didn't mean he was right. Ireland was the one noone needed, not him, he was wrong!
...............Wasn't he?
In a moment of rage Iain pounded at the water near him, it splashing back in his face in almost a mocking way. He stared at the rippling water and then at his own distorted reflection, what if Ireland was right? What if they really didn't need him? Tears suddenly spilled from his face, the red head biting his trembling lip and wiping his eyes. They didn't need him.
He took a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down and grabbed a rock, throwing it in the water as hard as possible. "WELL I DONNAE NEED ANY OF YA EITHER." He shouted at the water, glaring down at it for awhile as if expecting it to answer back.
And surprisingly, it did.
A loud frightening noise abrupted from the waters, a deep green and menacing monster appearing infront of the child. Iain's emerald eyes widened at the creature as he stumbled back and trembled. "S-Stay back!!" He mumbled with obvious fear coating his words, continuing to inch away until he was backed up against a tree by the advancing sea monster.
Iain, having no options left, shut his eyes tightly and braced himself for whatever this creature was gonna do to him when he felt a wet tongue lick his face instead of sharp claws that he expected. Dumbfounded, the young red-head stared at the green monster for a moment trying to process what just happened. "Y-Yer no' gonna eat me?" The creature merely crooned and licked him again, earning a giggle or two from the small child.
"What's yer name?" He asked with a smile, holding his hand out to pet the friendly yet still somewhat scary monster. It squeaked in response which only made the Scotsman laugh and nod. "Y'know what, I'll call ya Nessie! Ye can be my new brother!" He said that last comment rather bitterly, liking this new replacement all the more as he rubbed it's head.
Without any warning, the creature pulled the boy up and on it's back by it's neck, the red-head loving the view. "Wooow. Nessie I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship!"
And then he found out Nessie was a girl and ran off because cooties. AND THAT'S THE STORY OF HOW NESSIE AND SCOTTIE FIRST MET. | |
| | | Aidan MacCarthy
Posts : 25 Join date : 2013-10-06 Location : Dublin, Ireland
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:01 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: Republic of Ireland Human Alias: Aidan 'Kirkland' MacCarthy OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: OC Allies/Friends: Scotland - Perhaps Aidan's closest friend, and also his brother. Scotland and Aidan have been together through thick and thin, and even though they've hit their rough patches they've helped eachother stand back up. He is quite protective and loving towards this brother. France - France and Ireland have fought together since 1689, and though he considers the man a bit strange with his food and behavior, he considers him respectable. Similar to Scotland and France, Ireland and France can easily bond over a mutual bitterness towards England, and he does enjoy a good drink or two with the man. Enemies/Rivals: England - Though Aidan is a carefree, fun individual even he cannot suppress feelings of bitterness towards this man. After the slaughtering of thousands of Irish innocents, and the massacre of Bloody Sunday, he isn't sure that he could ever forgive his brother. Unlike Scotland though, he does his best to hide his anger, and only playfully picks on the blonde man. It has become easier for him to do, with time. Siblings/Family: England - As stated above, Aidan does feel great resentment for this brother, but tries his best not to show it. He tolerates him, and tries to offer him a smile from time to time, if nothing else. Scotland - Aidan's favorite brother, and greatest friend. Aidan quite enjoys picking on his prideful brother, as he is the second oldest, where poor Iain is the second youngest. Wales - Though he cannot have much interaction with this brother, Aidan does his best to make the man smile. He holds a large amount of respect for him. Northern Ireland - Aidan feels torn about this brother. He loves him dearly, but it's hard for his brother not to harbor hatred towards him, especially after the Irish Civil War. Aidan is still trying his best to make amends with this brother, and to be a good brother to him, though his attempts are never received well. Australia - Aidan enjoys spending time with this man very much. Like him he is outgoing, and a party animal. Though he could greatly do without the millions of poisonous creatures in his home. Sealand - Aidan enjoys this little one as well. He finds his constant hyperness quite adorable, and doesn't quite blame him for his hatred of England. If the boy wants someone fun to talk to and be around, he knows which brother to go to. Canada - A distant relative, Aidan is very fond of Canada. Though perhaps, not quite as fond as Scotland is of him, but very close. He enjoys his company, and pities him for being in America's shadow. He loves to come to the boy to give him advice, cheer him up and put a smile on his face. America - Aidan cannot help but be a bit wary of the strange man, but never-the-less likes him. He is much more tolerant of him than his Scottish brother, and even might enjoy a drink or two with him at times. Sometimes he can never decide whether to feel gratitude or resentment for this boy after the Potato Famine. He took so many of his people in, but treated them worse than his own slaves. America pretends not to remember it. Liked Pairings: Scotland x Ireland, Ireland x Canada, and really anything else I don't have many ships for Aidan "^^ Disliked Pairings: England x Ireland Personality: Aidan is a very outgoing, fun-loving cheerful man. He is very independent, self-sufficient and hardworking (the kind of man who will waltz into a forest, and chop down a tree for firewood instead of purchasing some). He takes great pride in his independence from the United Kingdom, but does miss the bond with his family. He does his best never to show any grief he is feeling. Aidan could be very well described as the 'life of the party', for he loves to drink, sing, dance, and loves to drag other people along with him. He is quite protective of his family though, and can become very serious and cold if his family or someone he cares for is threatened. Aidan isn't as much of a flirt as he is a charmer. If he ever flirts, it is very light and indirect, unless he is truly interested in the one he is flirting with. Unlike a certain Scottish brother, he doesn't flirt just to get free lays. Aidan is a bit of a romantic on the inside, and doesn't want to waste his time trying to shag every woman he sees. Of course, he can harbor the stereotypical Irish rage, but it's rare to see it out of him. But when it does explode, you better watch out. Brief History: After his independence from the United Kingdom in 1922, his last named was changed from 'Kirkland' to 'MacCarthy'. It became a symbol of his independence from the UK, which he takes great pride in. 'MacCarthy' is an Irish surname, meaning 'loving'. Roleplay Example: - Spoiler:
Grey.
Everything was grey.
Those clover-green eyes that saw color, that brought color to the world, were dulled and could see nothing more than a throbbing grey. It was sickening, but his stomach had already churned enough. No more bile would mask his grief.
The usually-muscular and fit man was nothing more but pale pasty skin clinging to frail bone. His orange hair, that usually resembled a living fire, was frayed at its edges and clung to his skull like matted wires.
A nation is nothing without his people. He represents and lives for his people. But what happens when a nation has no people?
The nation dies.
Perhaps he was dying. It was hard to tell. No doctor could see him, for he would have none. In his heart he knew what was happening. The very essence of what he was was fading from this earth. Besides, he didn't know if any doctor would care to see him. He wasn't even in his own home, his own land, and it ached. It ached horribly, because he longed to return to his emerald isle where he knew he was safe. Not here, in the growing industrial heart of America. Not here somewhere foreign, where no-one would care if he lived or died.
When over half of his people had perished, he had just simply laid down, and had not risen since.
Because here, he was alone. And perhaps, here, he would perish.
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| | | Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 5:04 pm | |
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| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:32 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: America
Human Alias: Alfred F. Jones
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: N/A
Allies/Friends: Japan, England, Canada, Lithuania
Enemies/Rivals: N/A
Siblings/Family: Canada - Brother, England - Step brother
Liked Pairings: AmeriPan, AmeriRus, AmeCan, Rochu, and DenNor, GreeTurk (Is there a name for that? :3)
Disliked Pairings: GiriPan, AsaKiku, Pretty much anyone with Japan except America.
Personality: A hyper active goofball who pretty much loves everyone and is always happy. He laughs a ton, he's worried about his weight, he's super protective of his friends, and he's somewhat badass.
Brief History: The American Revoulutionary War, Civil Rights Movement, etc...
Roleplay Example: The american blonde begins to release a soft chuckle, bringing a hand to his face trying to suppress the laughter, only causing it to increase in volume as seconds go by. The country couldn't handle it, England just looked way too funny in that get up of his causing a full outburst of laughter. "Iggy! You look like a fairy!! Ahahah!!" The American exclaimed, almost falling backwards due to all of the laughter. |
| | | Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:33 pm | |
| Application approved! Welcome, America! | |
| | | Tristany Sinclair
Posts : 9 Join date : 2013-10-06 Age : 26 Location : Washington State, United States
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Mon Oct 07, 2013 1:50 am | |
| Nation of choice: Atlantis
Human name: Tristany Sinclair
OC, 2p, or Nyotalia: OC
Allies/Friends: Germany, Italy, Romano, Prussia, America, Scotland, and England
Enemies/Rivals: Greece
Siblings/Family: Yggdrasil - Sister - Axis Powers - Guardians
Appearance: Tan skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair with a green streak. Tomboy. She appears to be in her mid teens.
Personality: Generally energetic and not afraid to say what's on her mind. She's obsessed with music. She has good relations with most of the countries but if they want a fight she gives them one. She loves alcohol and in her country there are no drinking laws. She's a happy go lucky nation most of the time. During war time, she becomes more solemn. War is not funny to her.
Brief history: When Atlantis was very young, her parents died so her boss was left to raise her. Because she was raised by a paranoid king and not by nations, Atlantis was left with very little knowledge about the outside world. But because of the lack of outside involvement Atlantis was able to build a small utopia. The a fore mentioned paranoid king, in an attempt to save his kingdom from being taken over, ordered Atlantis to fight Greece. Ironically, Atlantis's war with Greece ended up being the death of her.
Atlantis and her "sister", Yggdrasil, are not related by blood. Most of the nations who are no longer around, or never existed outside of myth and legend, like Yggdrasil, consider other non existent nations "family".
Role play example: "I do not belong to you!" Atlantis thundered. "I am your king!" The king of Atlantis screamed back. "We do not rule by divine right. I am not your slave. I am allowed to make my own choices. For your fool hardy ways, you shall be punished." Atlantis declared. "I tried to warn you but you would not listen. Let the written histories reflect that. My people will cry no tears over your death." Atlantis turned and left the throne room with out looking back.
'Well, at least the king is no real loss,' Atlantis thought bitterly.
As night fell, blue eyes gazed out across the choppy water. Atlantis was falling to the Greek invaders. They had been warned. She had tried to tell them. The personification of Atlantis closed her eyes and sighed. "I tried." She murmured. "I tried."
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| | | Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Mon Oct 07, 2013 2:00 am | |
| Oho! This is different! Application accepted, welcome Atlantis! | |
| | | Guest Guest
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:11 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: Japan
Human Alias: Kiku Honda
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: 1P
Allies/Friends: Everyone
Enemies/Rivals: No one
Siblings/Family: China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, S. Korea
Personality: Quiet, often can interpret the atmosphere. He often creates or reads erotic material, resulting in a bleeding nose, or what not. He also carries a small silver camera with him, in order to catch any "moments" that may need to be recorded. He can be friendly when he wants to, but can also be defensive. He is shy, but will get to know others if needed. He is nervous as well, and is aware when it comes to his personal space. And is also aware of his manners.
Liked and Disliked Pairings:
Liked: AmeriPan, FrUk, RoChu, KorBel, Spamano, PruCan, AusHun, GiriPan, AmeCan, Asakiku
Disliked: UsUk, AmeBel, RusAme (Little forgetful I may tell more later)
Roleplay Example: He sat in his chair, watching the other nations discuss certain matters. Every once in awhile, when he was asked of his opinion, he'd always say,"I agree with America-san." Then he'd let the others continue, often America bursting out, attempting the tell the countries about his strange plan to save the world from global warming, Germany yelling to silence everyone, and England and France would start arguing about different pointless topics. Every now and then when Switzerland would ask him if he was alright, Japan would just nod in reply, not really saying anything. |
| | | Alisia Arabian Admin
Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Mon Oct 07, 2013 9:12 pm | |
| Approved! Welcome, Japan! | |
| | | Gilbert Beilschmidt
Posts : 52 Join date : 2013-10-07 Age : 26 Location : Moscow, Russia
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Mon Oct 07, 2013 10:17 pm | |
| Nation of Choice: Prussia
Human Alias: Gilbert Beilschmidt
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: N/A
Allies/Friends: Germany (Bruder), Austria, Hungary, Spain, France.
Enemies/Rivals: Russia.
Siblings/Family: Germany (Bruder)
Liked Pairings: PruCan, PruAus, Germancest, PruIta, GerIta, Spamano, LiberTea (USUK), FrUk
Disliked Pairings: RusAme, Itacest.
Personality: Arrogant, Somewhat Ignorant. Honestly, he's a good person, but doesn't like to show it off because he thinks it makes him look weak. He's loyal to those he cares about, and asserts himself whenever he pleases. A bit mischievous, it's a frequent occurrence for him to get into trouble with other countries.
Brief History: Prussia, after being disbanded, is still strong. His influence left a heavy mark on the countries he influenced and is able to continue living through his brother, Germany. He resides in his brother's house and still attends world meetings just to cause mischief and bother others.
Roleplay Example: As the gleaming of morning light streamed in through the small, dingy window of Gilbert's basement room, a small groan of agitation sounded from underneath the moth-eaten sheets of the bed that was tucked into the corner. The air was cold, and the thin body under the thinner sheets shivered as it's eyes opened groggily to peer out from their hidden sanctuary.
"Verdammt die Sonne." The Prussian growled as his arms untangled from the blankets and threw them back, swinging his feet over the side of the bed and placing them onto the cold, wooden, cluttered floor. Standing hesitantly as he stretched his arms over his head, Gilbert popped his neck by moving it to the side, mouth outstretched as he let out a large yawn. As his arms fell back down to his sides, he peered across the room to his mirror and a smirk came over his lips, "Guten morgen." | |
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Posts : 60 Join date : 2013-10-05 Age : 30 Location : Yerevan, Armenia
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| | | Francoise Bonnefoy
Posts : 33 Join date : 2013-10-07 Location : France
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:28 am | |
| Nation of Choice: France
Human Alias: Francoise Bonnefoy
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: Nyotalia
Allies/Friends: Prussia, Spain, America, Canada, Scotland, Germany, England?
Enemies/Rivals: North Korea and Iran
Siblings/Family: Canada
Liked Pairings: PruFra, FrUs, FrUk, ScotFra, SpaFra, DenNor, Spamano, GerIta
Disliked Pairings: RusAme, PruAus
Personality: Francoise loves fashion. She is strong and independent, she doesn’t take crap from a lot of people but like most she has her flaws. She has a short temper and tends to get into relationships that cause her heartbreak. She is loyal to the end (England is an example). She has a kind heart but it is often covered by grudges which she has acquired from past conflicts with others. Francoise is a little perverted but it is all for fun and she hates being called nasty things from others. She just has a big heart and wants to show everyone love because they all deserve it.
Brief History: France has been beaten a lot in wars but never gives up. She pulls through even though she has had numerous revolutions. No matter what war she is in she will either be with or against England more so the first then the second (that is only on rare occasions). Rp Example: Francine looked around the grounds from her balcony before deciding she was clear and jumping off the balcony, landing perfectly on her feet. The quiver was slung over her shoulder and she carried the bow in her hand. Her light brown hair was in a ponytail and hidden under the hood of her cloak. She wore a light blue dress without the corset. She hated corsets. She made her way through the grounds quietly and to the woods. A few minutes later she was in the clear and had a clean shot. She sprinted through the woods that she knew like the back of her hand. The wind flew through her hair and a smile graced her lips as she gave out a happy laugh. She was free. She was finally free.
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| Nation of Choice: England
Human Alias: Oliver Kirkland
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: 2P
Allies/Friends: 2P!Finland; 2P!Germany Oliver doesn't have many friends. The only one he can really come to is 2P!Finland. 2P!Germany often gives Oliver protection, however.
Enemies/Rivals: Watermelon
Don't. Even. Ask. About. The. Watermelon.
Siblings/Family: 2P!America; 2P!Canada; 2P!France
Personality/Other Things: Oliver is a very excellent baker. He enjoys baking all treats. Although, there is a catch. Oliver has a fascination with drugs. Often, he poisons and drugs his delicious treats~ Usually, he enjoys baking cupcakes or treats with people. Baking. Yea....that's what it is... He also enjoys giving others riddles. Normally, you won't find him giving a forward answer. If he doesn't want to answer a question, he tends to "Shhhh~" the asker. You will always find Oliver wearing a bow tie. He adores them! Also, Oliver doesn't tolerate cursing. He believes people whom swear should have their mouths washed out with soap, which is why he always carries around soap in his pocket. Just in case someone tries to use foul language. Oliver seems to be a very cheerful guy. Some may say, however, that it is all a disguise. Really, deep down, Oliver tries acting happy to cover up his true, gruesome thoughts.
Roleplay Example: Generally, Oliver didn't mind when stuff went missing. Normally, he'd shrug the missing item off. I mean, it was bound to turn up some time, right?
Oliver searched his bedroom closet, his light blue eyes scanning from clothing to clothing. Now, he was sure of it, something was wrong.
"Oh, butterscotch!" He furrowed his thick brows, putting his hands on his hips. "Where the bloody heck is my blue bow tie?"
This is one thing he simply could not shrug off. |
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| | | Ivan Braginski
Posts : 18 Join date : 2013-10-14 Age : 26 Location : Berlin, Germany ((West Side))
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| Nation of Choice: Russia.
Human Alias: Ivan Braginski
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: N//A
Allies/Friends: Belarus, Ukraine, America, France, Britain, China, Armenia.
Enemies/Rivals: Prussia, the Axis Powers.
Siblings/Family: Belarus, Ukraine.
Liked Pairings: PruCan, PruAus, Germancest, PruIta, GerIta, Spamano, LiberTea (USUK), FrUk.
Disliked Pairings: RoChu, RusAme, Itacest.
Personality: Normally, Ivan is a pretty mellow guy. He's somewhat quiet, and a bit reclusive in nature, but all around he's gentle and nice. That is, until you.... Upset him. He's extremely homophobic, and somewhat sexist. Although he respects those close to him, if there comes a time where you so much as look at him wrong, you may very well not see the morning light.
Brief History: In the 1980s, the last Soviet Premier, Mikhail Gorbachev announced that the country was essentially going bankrupt and was going to become a democratic country in the near future. His policies of 'glasnost' and 'perestroika' meant that Western culture was welcomed in Russia for the first time since the revolution -- and Russians immediately went out and bought blue jeans, rock music and McDonald's food.
In 1989, Russian control of Eastern Europe collapsed, and the Berlin Wall was torn down.
In 1991, a democratic election was held in the Russian Federation for the first time, with Boris Yeltsin becoming President.
Since then, Russia has become a country in which organized crime exerts a great deal of control -- and in which the leadership of the country has fallen to 'elected' men who act very much like dictators. (Vladimir Putin, and the new leader, Dmitry Medvedev have been noted for their repression of dissent and ability to command huge amounts of money raised in questionable ways.)
Roleplay Example: "Are you ready?"
Looking back to her with an unwavering gaze, Ivan bit the inside of his cheek. She was pondering something heavily, he could tell- But what? His thoughts returned to those of their plan, a glint flickering through his violet eyes. The Russian saw a look of realization in those gorgeous green pupils and his eyes flashed vibrantly. She knew he was planning something, and she looked determined as well. Good. A mischievous smirk played across her lips as those electric green eyes sparkled with an intelligent beauty that held more power than a firing squad. Something had occurred to her, and his head tilted slightly to the right, his slim smile unwavering across his face. Power surfaced and renewed strength shined through her expression. To anyone else, they'd see nothing. But to Ivan? Every little detail in the girls body language meant something.
Defiance, revolt, solidity, power, strength, mischief: All of these qualities gleamed in her eyes as she gazed up at him. The only things that flawed her appearance were the artificial substances that smeared across her cheeks. She really was beautiful. She always had been. Now, it was the stunning confidence that shone through those eyes that could have stunned any living body into complete shock. Absolutely gorgeous.
"I'm ready." | |
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| | | Abigael Cheyne
Posts : 22 Join date : 2013-10-16
| Subject: Re: Submit Your Character Applications Here Wed Oct 16, 2013 1:49 am | |
| Nation of Choice: Shetland Islands
Human Alias: Abigael Kirkland
OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: OC
Allies/Friends: Kirklands
Enemies/Rivals: Norway - the history between these two isn't exactly the best
Siblings/Family: Kirklands (adoptive siblings)
Personality: Abigael is a rather optimistic and cheery person, always trying to see the best in people. While bitter toward Norway, she does try to keep feigned happiness around him. She isn't one to drink daily, but she will drink fairly often and has a decent alcohol tolerance.
Brief History:
People have lived on the islands since 12,000 B.C.
Colonized by Vikings (mainly Norwegian vikings) in the late 8th and early 9th centuries.
Shetland was given to Scotland as part of a dowry in 1469
Shetland's history and culture are a mixture of Scottish and Scandinavian, but most names of places and a lot of their lineage can be traced back to the vikings.
Roleplay Example: Abigael's teal eyes swept over the page, reading the words that began to create a boiling rage in the pit of her stomach. As a part of a marriage, control of her islands were being transferred to a different nation. Scotland. It wasn't the nation that bothered her, it was the fact that the nation that currently controlled her islands, Norway, had decided to give her away so easily, as if she were nothing.
Her fingers ripped through the page, turning into fists. Ripping the page in half, she threw the shreds to the ground, digging her heel into the wrinkled parchment. She wouldn't stand for this. She never liked Lukas in the first place, but now she just despised him. | |
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| | | Harold Karpusi
Posts : 2 Join date : 2013-10-15
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| Nation of Choice: Greece Human Alias: Harold Karpusi OC, 2P, or Nyotalia?: 2p Allies/Friends: Anyone who's up for a party is a friend o' mine! Enemies/Rivals: Those annoying people with boring voices and super serious. Yeah, those people. They suck. Siblings/Family: Families suck... they get all mushy-mushy and crap Liked Pairings: Any pairing is fine by me! ((I'll have you know now I'm a complete uke)) Disliked Pairings: I don't hate any pairing until mpreg comes along! Personality: Harold is a party-goer and spends many days and nights bar hoping, if he isn't doing anything spectacular he whines and complains about being bored. He loves drinking but has low alcohol tolerance and can get wasted super quick. He can be quite flirtatious but ultimately fails with anything past the point of flirting. Despite his attempts at being 'cool' he is a complete dork. Roleplay Example: ((sorry that it's long I just want to show how my role-play is like and how it changes the longer I spend on it)) - Spoiler:
There's an odd little town in the middle of some odd forest, both with no name and no defining features. As you drove along the road the closer you got to the little town, the sleepier you got and the more fog accumulated around your car. Suddenly, as if you entered a loop hole through time into the future it's dark as night. Your car's lights reflect against the water particles, blinding you to the road ahead and just as you think you'll pull over for the night you veer off the road and crash into a tree.
You awake laying on a dark, cracked pavement road winding down and through various old run-down buildings. Around you are houses with boarded up windows and odd men and women with tusks, bulging foreheads... each one had it's own defining feature, but each one was revolting. They give you hateful glares as you stumble up to your feet, the leaves of dark trees hung orange and yellow some had fallen and crunched with each of your steps. The air was surprisingly warm and filled with light, but something made everything feel dark and unwelcoming.
Turning around you ran, unsure of what you were running from but you ran. You reached a road that lead out of the town, but as you ran down it you found yourself nearing yet another town. As you entered it you realized that it was the exact same town. Panic settled in your heart as you turned around, bulbous men with faces red bark deep laughter from their porches and their wives glared forks into you. As everything dawned on you, your hope seemed to have shriveled up and die. You were stuck in a crooked little town, forever lost.
Harold drove along the highway, the same flat scenery he started driving with continuously rolled by. He sighed, looking down at the clock in his car. 10:30. Early morning driving wasn't all that fun, having to stop for coffee on the way out and having to drink it all along the roads. It wasn't fun. Especially alone. He had only the coffee and the radio to help keep him awake and he sped down the road, desperate to get to the beach for an important party filled with drunk horny people. It was a party he couldn't afford to miss, luckily it went on for the whole weekend but still, making it for the whole weekend is something he wanted to achieve... without forgetting the whole thing, which meant limiting his alcohol.
He sighed, looking towards the glove compartment. He had stored a flask of vodka in there for long lonely nights where he had to pull over, he wasn't stupid enough to drink the contents while driving - although it seemed rather tempting now. He looked back up to the road, scanning ahead and looking through all the mirrors before reaching over and opening the compartment. He left it open, the shining canister glaring in the corner of his eye as he stared back out onto the road with both hands around the wheel. He twisted his hands with a tightened grip, that shine with its glorious mind-numbing contents just teased him as he drove.
He groaned, slamming the compartment shut after he had pulled the flask out and placed it near the gearshift far from his peripherals. He could still feel the call of the alcohol, goring it's nonexistent eyes into the side of his head. He let out an elongated groan, turning up the radio to the point he couldn't hear himself groan. He grabbed the container, bracing his wrists on the wheel to keep it steady as he twisted off the cap. The cap hung on to the neck of the bottle with a chain, clanking inaudibly against the side. He gripped the wheel properly with his left hand and held the bottle in his right, just below the top of the wheel.
He sighed, staring far along the road. The smell of the alcohol danced along his sense, making him glance briefly at it. He shook his head, as if he was telling himself to not drink it even though he made no move to put it away. He stared back down the road, noticing a static buzz sounding quietly under the layers of music provided by the radio. He was amazed that he had kept within good range of any radio signals, but that was when he started to notice a few odd things. Firstly, the same song - even if he drowned it out earlier - was repetitively playing, no commercials interrupting the straight broadcasting. Secondly, the clock, now 10:46, had not changed in what he though was an hour.
He blinked, was it just him, or had he been driving past the same things over and over? Shaking away the thoughts he tilted his head back, bringing the flask to his lips and taking a small gulp of the strong drink into his mouth, swallowing it with a content sigh. Bracing his wrists against the wheel again he twisted the cap back onto the flask, and as if by doing so he unlocked himself from the time-trap he was stuck in. Throwing the container back into the glove box he looked back to the road, startled to find all his surroundings darkened as if night came like a tsunami.
With an aching head he turned down the repetitive song that somehow found its way to the maximum volume. His ears rang loudly as he slowed his car down, taking a moment to look up at the sky. Not a single star could be seen from where he leaned over the steering wheel, not even the moon was visible. He could feel his tiny frame quake with unease, unsure of what to think of his current situation. Pulling to a stop at the side of the road. Leaning into his side window his breathed, a sudden chill filled the car making his breath fog the window.
As he stared out the window he swore he could've saw the winding branches of trees making a canopy above him, but he refused to believe a thing he saw, pulling a blanket out from the backseat behind him. Wrapping himself tightly he turned on the inner car lights, taking the map from the passenger seat. Unfolding the map he squinted at it, following the curling lines that would be roads only they weren't. He tossed the map back, unable to make sense of it and curse under his breath. If he hadn't drank that rank vodka he probably wouldn't be in this mess, even if it was just a small sip. Looking at the clock that now read 00:00 he rested back into his seat, shutting his eyes in hopes to get a better start in the morning.
Harold awoke with a jolt, deep yelling was heard as if it were right next to him. As he opened his eyes it turns out it was right beside him, coming from the most hideous creature he'd ever seen before. He couldn't make sense of the yelling, but the red-faced glowered angrily at him gesturing as if to make Harold move, and move he did. Jumping to his feet as quickly as he could he bolted off to some molded house just a little ways away from where he woke. Rounding the corner of the building he turned, looking back just in time to see some blurred figure - probably that monster that shooed him off - drive off in his car. He ran back out, shouting curses and threats after the car.
After making a fool of himself for a few more moments he sat down on the crumbling curb of the sidewalk that had weeds growing out of snaking cracks. He sighed, looking around at his new surroundings. Hopelessness and fear sunk into his heart, not only was his car gone, but he was someplace he had never seen before. The place stunk like sewage, clearly from the overflowing drains along the street. The stench could've came from anything, but at the moment Harold wanted to blame it on the simplest thing possible. Simplicity. That was something he desperately wanted as he stood, beginning to walk down the street not noticing the grotesque figures between the boarded up windows.
He walked for an hour, feet crunching against fallen leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows. He swore those leaves were out to get him, seeing as how plenty had already fallen from their tree in time to slap him across his face. He even walked through along a road that had nothing around it, hoping beyond all hope it was a way out, but as he continued he found himself back in the little crooked town. Yet, he kept walking until he found the spot where he had woken, taking back his place on the curb. He wished someone would notice his disappearance and would send help, if help could even be sent.
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