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Post by [x] Ireland on Mar 3, 2012 10:09:03 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Republic of Ireland [Aoife O'Neil- Aoife is the Gaelic form of Eva or Ava, and is pronounced "Ee-feh". It means beautiful, roughly]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ireland is average height (about 5' 5") and has pale skin with freckles. Due to her pale complexion, she often seems to blush whenever complimented. Her hair is red, curly/wavy and incredibly long- falling past her waist. Usually she ties it back in a plait when playing sports or working. She has green eyes and thick black eyebrows like the rest of her family; only luckily for her they are not as huge. Do not be deceived by her petite frame, she may be thin but she has enough strength to rugby tackle most people.
Personality: Ireland is a very happy-go-lucky sort of character who is friendly and seems to be a fun person to be around, for the majority of the time. She is incredibly stubborn though, and has a bad mouth; a trait which seems to run in the family. Like the stereotype of redheads, Aoife is a fiery and feisty woman who knows how to stand her own ground but has a short temper. Aoife is a reliable friend, a person you would not want to be your enemy. However, piss her off and she becomes an entirely different person who doesn’t care about hurting people. She can scare most anyone with a glare and becomes incredibly ruthless, willing to start a fight with someone over the smallest thing. She developed this cold side during her time in the IRA... which she'd rather not talk about. Ireland can come across as a bit of an airhead, as she's incredibly clumsy and forgetful when it comes to work. She's terrible with money, which is why she's suffering so badly economy-wise.
Relations with other chars: Being a neutral country, Ireland has good relationships with pretty much every nation. Her closer friends are France (she'll never admit that, though), Belarus, Russia, Hungary, Belgium, Italy, America and Canada. England and Ireland have a very complicated relationship, however. They used to hate each other's gut and would constantly argue and fight. After a really strained relationship, Ireland became independent. Since then their relationship has improved and she'll admit to love him as a brother. They still bicker, though.
Special abilities: Like the rest of her family, Ireland has magic. But she doesn't use it so much, and prefers to rely on her so called "Luck of the Irish", insisting she is lucky. However she is so clumsy and careless, so people doubt she is telling the truth.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Shilelagh- an old Irish club. It's wooden, but was hollowed out and filled with iron, so now it's a lot more dangerous than just a walking stick.
Long range weapon of choice: A rifle
Duty position of your choice: Front liner
Bunk of choice: Bottom
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: [This is my sample rp from a Superhero Hetalia rp]
A black car sat parked outside an empty looking building. The driver of the car smirked and slipped out of the leather seats, the material of her skirt rising slightly before she stepped outside. It was pitch black night out, but the woman was wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes. The redhead cocked her head at the building as she casually strolled over to it.
“This is where they’re hiding, then,” Aoife O’Neil chuckled darkly as she removed her sunglasses and slipped a pair of headphones into her ear. With a menacing grin, the woman tossed her head back and pulled out an iPod from her suit pocket, before selecting a song. U2’s Vertigo began to ring in her ears, and she began to tap her foot in time with the beat. Walking closer to the building, Aoife held out her hands and focused all her energy on the beat of the music that was starting to pulse through her body.
“Unos, dos, tres, catorce!” she sang in time, seconds before the guitar rift. A burning heat exploded in her body just as the heavy guitar began, and suddenly a jet of flames seemed to appear from her hands. The Irishwoman nodded her head in time to the music as she took a step back and with all the power she could muster, pushed forward. The flames shot ahead and engulfed the building instantly, burning and smouldering at the brickwork with a roar-like crackle. Aoife threw her head back and laughed as the flames rose higher and higher, lapping dangerously at the sky. Eventually, she lowered her hands and with a toss of her red hair, strutted away from the crumbling ruin of a building.
“Hello hello. I’m at a place called Vertigo,” she continued to sing along to the song, ignoring the chaos going on behind her. All of a sudden, a vibration in her pocket dragged her away from the music. O’Neil rolled her eyes and pulled out her mobile, quickly shoving her headphones back in her other pocket.
“What is it, Artie?” she chirped sweetly down the line as she sat on the hood of her car, watching the fire blossoming like a burning flower. The woman raised her eyebrows as she listened to her brother yell at her down the phone. “Don’t worry Arthur, target is destroyed.” Aoife crossed her legs over and leaned back, enjoying the show. “There’s no way those resistance members could get out of there now. Mission was a success.” Her voice was laced with venom when she spoke about her targets. “Besides, I made sure there were no witnesses, so it’s all fine. Nobody would suspect little old me of doing this.”
Aoife’s smirk grew after she hung up and slipped off the car’s front. With a quite laugh under her breath, the woman slipped back into the driver’s seat and drove off, leaving the burning building with no signs that she’d ever been there.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Yes, it is the fruit, you have presumed correctly xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: My name is Amy, I live in Slovakia but I'm English... I love Hetalia... yeah, that's about it.
Pairing friendly?: OK: pairings for Ireland I like are... anything really. Historically accurate would be better (such as EngIre, RusIre, FraIre... etc) but I'm open to anything, even yuri. BelIre is my favourite pairing, though. I'm also fine with any pairing on the site. Have no problems with yaoi or yuri.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Um~ I'm really excited to (hopefully) start roleplaying with everyone!
Name: Republic of Ireland [Aoife O'Neil- Aoife is the Gaelic form of Eva or Ava, and is pronounced "Ee-feh". It means beautiful, roughly]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ireland is average height (about 5' 5") and has pale skin with freckles. Due to her pale complexion, she often seems to blush whenever complimented. Her hair is red, curly/wavy and incredibly long- falling past her waist. Usually she ties it back in a plait when playing sports or working. She has green eyes and thick black eyebrows like the rest of her family; only luckily for her they are not as huge. Do not be deceived by her petite frame, she may be thin but she has enough strength to rugby tackle most people.
Personality: Ireland is a very happy-go-lucky sort of character who is friendly and seems to be a fun person to be around, for the majority of the time. She is incredibly stubborn though, and has a bad mouth; a trait which seems to run in the family. Like the stereotype of redheads, Aoife is a fiery and feisty woman who knows how to stand her own ground but has a short temper. Aoife is a reliable friend, a person you would not want to be your enemy. However, piss her off and she becomes an entirely different person who doesn’t care about hurting people. She can scare most anyone with a glare and becomes incredibly ruthless, willing to start a fight with someone over the smallest thing. She developed this cold side during her time in the IRA... which she'd rather not talk about. Ireland can come across as a bit of an airhead, as she's incredibly clumsy and forgetful when it comes to work. She's terrible with money, which is why she's suffering so badly economy-wise.
Relations with other chars: Being a neutral country, Ireland has good relationships with pretty much every nation. Her closer friends are France (she'll never admit that, though), Belarus, Russia, Hungary, Belgium, Italy, America and Canada. England and Ireland have a very complicated relationship, however. They used to hate each other's gut and would constantly argue and fight. After a really strained relationship, Ireland became independent. Since then their relationship has improved and she'll admit to love him as a brother. They still bicker, though.
Special abilities: Like the rest of her family, Ireland has magic. But she doesn't use it so much, and prefers to rely on her so called "Luck of the Irish", insisting she is lucky. However she is so clumsy and careless, so people doubt she is telling the truth.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Shilelagh- an old Irish club. It's wooden, but was hollowed out and filled with iron, so now it's a lot more dangerous than just a walking stick.
Long range weapon of choice: A rifle
Duty position of your choice: Front liner
Bunk of choice: Bottom
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: [This is my sample rp from a Superhero Hetalia rp]
A black car sat parked outside an empty looking building. The driver of the car smirked and slipped out of the leather seats, the material of her skirt rising slightly before she stepped outside. It was pitch black night out, but the woman was wearing sunglasses to hide her eyes. The redhead cocked her head at the building as she casually strolled over to it.
“This is where they’re hiding, then,” Aoife O’Neil chuckled darkly as she removed her sunglasses and slipped a pair of headphones into her ear. With a menacing grin, the woman tossed her head back and pulled out an iPod from her suit pocket, before selecting a song. U2’s Vertigo began to ring in her ears, and she began to tap her foot in time with the beat. Walking closer to the building, Aoife held out her hands and focused all her energy on the beat of the music that was starting to pulse through her body.
“Unos, dos, tres, catorce!” she sang in time, seconds before the guitar rift. A burning heat exploded in her body just as the heavy guitar began, and suddenly a jet of flames seemed to appear from her hands. The Irishwoman nodded her head in time to the music as she took a step back and with all the power she could muster, pushed forward. The flames shot ahead and engulfed the building instantly, burning and smouldering at the brickwork with a roar-like crackle. Aoife threw her head back and laughed as the flames rose higher and higher, lapping dangerously at the sky. Eventually, she lowered her hands and with a toss of her red hair, strutted away from the crumbling ruin of a building.
“Hello hello. I’m at a place called Vertigo,” she continued to sing along to the song, ignoring the chaos going on behind her. All of a sudden, a vibration in her pocket dragged her away from the music. O’Neil rolled her eyes and pulled out her mobile, quickly shoving her headphones back in her other pocket.
“What is it, Artie?” she chirped sweetly down the line as she sat on the hood of her car, watching the fire blossoming like a burning flower. The woman raised her eyebrows as she listened to her brother yell at her down the phone. “Don’t worry Arthur, target is destroyed.” Aoife crossed her legs over and leaned back, enjoying the show. “There’s no way those resistance members could get out of there now. Mission was a success.” Her voice was laced with venom when she spoke about her targets. “Besides, I made sure there were no witnesses, so it’s all fine. Nobody would suspect little old me of doing this.”
Aoife’s smirk grew after she hung up and slipped off the car’s front. With a quite laugh under her breath, the woman slipped back into the driver’s seat and drove off, leaving the burning building with no signs that she’d ever been there.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Yes, it is the fruit, you have presumed correctly xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: My name is Amy, I live in Slovakia but I'm English... I love Hetalia... yeah, that's about it.
Pairing friendly?: OK: pairings for Ireland I like are... anything really. Historically accurate would be better (such as EngIre, RusIre, FraIre... etc) but I'm open to anything, even yuri. BelIre is my favourite pairing, though. I'm also fine with any pairing on the site. Have no problems with yaoi or yuri.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Um~ I'm really excited to (hopefully) start roleplaying with everyone!
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