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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 3, 2012 23:37:15 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall. Blond. Intimidating. Berwald is not a particularly expressive person, so his expression tends to default to “stern.”
Personality: Berwald is sweet, but kind of socially oblivious. He is very quiet, but that’s not a product of shyness; most of the time, he just doesn’t feel the need to speak unless absolutely necessary, so he doesn’t. The rest of the time, he gets stuck in thought circles and sort of gets sidetracked and forgets to speak much. This, combined with his intimidating stature and scary face, tends to unnerve the people around him (to say the least). He completely doesn’t realize that people are uncomfortable around him, though. He’s happy with comfortable (well, comfortable to him, at least) silence and enjoys the companionship of others, provided they don’t get too loud and obnoxious. Berwald is surprisingly patient and tolerant, and isn’t usually very opinionated on his own. When he does form friendships, he is a very devoted and loyal friend, and will go out of his way to do thoughtful things for his friends. He doesn’t express much in the way of emotion, and, for the most part, doesn’t go through extreme emotional ups and downs. It is very difficult to anger him – but when he does get angry, he can kick some serious ass. Most of the time, though, he prefers to let others lead, unless he feels very strongly about the circumstances or unless it’s clear that no one else is going to step up to the plate.
Relations with other chars: Leaving this mostly open for future development. It may be safe to predict that he’ll get on well with Finland and be irked by Denmark.
Special abilities: Super unintentional intimidation powers? I don’t think that’ll work too well on the zombies, unfortunately, as they lack the higher brain functions necessary to experience fear.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Knives and potentially handguns.
Long range weapon of choice: Erm, shotguns? (I know absolutely nothing about modern guns, sorry.)
Duty position of your choice: Minuteman.
Bunk of choice: If there are low ceilings, Berwald’ll take the bottom bunk (mornings are bad enough without smacking his face into the ceiling first thing). Otherwise, he doesn’t really have a preference.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (I’ve actually never written for Sweden before, so here’s part of a fic I’m in the process of writing right now. Hope that’s okay.)
Switzerland poured himself another glass of wine so aggressively that a few drops sloshed over the lip of the glass and started to dribble their way down the outside. He licked up the drops without thinking – wouldn’t want to spill wine on anything that might stain. Sure, it wasn’t very dignified, but he was alone, he was slightly buzzed from drinking half a bottle of wine by himself in the candlelight, and it was practically Christmas. Fuck dignity. He’d drag himself to bed in an hour or two in a cloud of shame, and wake up feeling better in the morning, hopefully.
An hour later, Switzerland was on his last glass of wine and the clock was striking midnight. “Merry Christmas,” he toasted himself quietly, watching the snow fall softly outside his window and mentally debating the merits of cleaning up the sitting room now or in the morning.
Something caught his eye outside – a red light flying through the dark midnight sky. Damn it. One night without neighbors being assholes and sending planes over, was that too much to ask? Those idiots at war should know better by now than to fly over his house. He’d been shooting down planes indiscriminately ever since one of the Allies had bombed him by mistake (he didn’t know who it was, but he assumed it was America; that guy didn’t even know how to read a map). Sure, it got some people pissed at him, but fuck them. He was neutral. He had been neutral for centuries now, but that didn’t mean he was a pushover. He’d fuck up anyone who thought they could just mosey on over onto his land whenever they damn well pleased.
Grumbling angrily, he threw a coat on over his pajamas and plodded outside, grouchily glad that he had decided to install anti-aircraft turrets outside his house. They were loud, but efficient. He took aim carefully (the red lights were closer now, and he could see that there were several of them in close formation) and fired.
Boom.
Hit.
The lights started swirling down towards the ground. Problem solved.
Switzy let his mouth curve into a subdued grin; it was a bit macabre, but he did enjoy keeping pesky outsiders off of his land through use of excessive force. He strolled back inside and polished off the last mouthful of wine left in his glass when Liechtenstein tottered down the stairs, rubbing at her eyes sleepily.
“Brother, what was that noise?”
“Go back to sleep, just another potential invasion averted.”
“Invasion? Does that mean you shot them down again? Are they alright?”
“Who cares? They should know better than to fly around here.”
“So you’re just going to leave them out there? On Christmas?”
Next thing he knew, Liechtenstein was grabbing her coat and running out the door, insisting that he show her where the plane had gone down. And, because Switzerland didn’t know how to say no to his little sister, he was running back outside with her into the snow to find the idiot who had thought it was a good idea to fly into his airspace.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Nah, the warehouse has a high ceiling C:"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I’m Laura, and I’m a college student from The Middle of Nowhere, USA. I’m actually going to be spending a semester in Sweden in the fall, hence my character choice ^^
Pairing friendly?: The only thing that squicks me out are incest-y pairings. I don’t care if they’re played out on the forum; I just won’t be reading those threads, personally. I do adore SuFin and would be willing to play that, if Finland is okay with it. Other than that, I’m open to pretty much anything.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: You’re awesome for reading this! I’m really looking forward to RPing with everyone here~
Name: Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall. Blond. Intimidating. Berwald is not a particularly expressive person, so his expression tends to default to “stern.”
Personality: Berwald is sweet, but kind of socially oblivious. He is very quiet, but that’s not a product of shyness; most of the time, he just doesn’t feel the need to speak unless absolutely necessary, so he doesn’t. The rest of the time, he gets stuck in thought circles and sort of gets sidetracked and forgets to speak much. This, combined with his intimidating stature and scary face, tends to unnerve the people around him (to say the least). He completely doesn’t realize that people are uncomfortable around him, though. He’s happy with comfortable (well, comfortable to him, at least) silence and enjoys the companionship of others, provided they don’t get too loud and obnoxious. Berwald is surprisingly patient and tolerant, and isn’t usually very opinionated on his own. When he does form friendships, he is a very devoted and loyal friend, and will go out of his way to do thoughtful things for his friends. He doesn’t express much in the way of emotion, and, for the most part, doesn’t go through extreme emotional ups and downs. It is very difficult to anger him – but when he does get angry, he can kick some serious ass. Most of the time, though, he prefers to let others lead, unless he feels very strongly about the circumstances or unless it’s clear that no one else is going to step up to the plate.
Relations with other chars: Leaving this mostly open for future development. It may be safe to predict that he’ll get on well with Finland and be irked by Denmark.
Special abilities: Super unintentional intimidation powers? I don’t think that’ll work too well on the zombies, unfortunately, as they lack the higher brain functions necessary to experience fear.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Knives and potentially handguns.
Long range weapon of choice: Erm, shotguns? (I know absolutely nothing about modern guns, sorry.)
Duty position of your choice: Minuteman.
Bunk of choice: If there are low ceilings, Berwald’ll take the bottom bunk (mornings are bad enough without smacking his face into the ceiling first thing). Otherwise, he doesn’t really have a preference.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (I’ve actually never written for Sweden before, so here’s part of a fic I’m in the process of writing right now. Hope that’s okay.)
Switzerland poured himself another glass of wine so aggressively that a few drops sloshed over the lip of the glass and started to dribble their way down the outside. He licked up the drops without thinking – wouldn’t want to spill wine on anything that might stain. Sure, it wasn’t very dignified, but he was alone, he was slightly buzzed from drinking half a bottle of wine by himself in the candlelight, and it was practically Christmas. Fuck dignity. He’d drag himself to bed in an hour or two in a cloud of shame, and wake up feeling better in the morning, hopefully.
An hour later, Switzerland was on his last glass of wine and the clock was striking midnight. “Merry Christmas,” he toasted himself quietly, watching the snow fall softly outside his window and mentally debating the merits of cleaning up the sitting room now or in the morning.
Something caught his eye outside – a red light flying through the dark midnight sky. Damn it. One night without neighbors being assholes and sending planes over, was that too much to ask? Those idiots at war should know better by now than to fly over his house. He’d been shooting down planes indiscriminately ever since one of the Allies had bombed him by mistake (he didn’t know who it was, but he assumed it was America; that guy didn’t even know how to read a map). Sure, it got some people pissed at him, but fuck them. He was neutral. He had been neutral for centuries now, but that didn’t mean he was a pushover. He’d fuck up anyone who thought they could just mosey on over onto his land whenever they damn well pleased.
Grumbling angrily, he threw a coat on over his pajamas and plodded outside, grouchily glad that he had decided to install anti-aircraft turrets outside his house. They were loud, but efficient. He took aim carefully (the red lights were closer now, and he could see that there were several of them in close formation) and fired.
Boom.
Hit.
The lights started swirling down towards the ground. Problem solved.
Switzy let his mouth curve into a subdued grin; it was a bit macabre, but he did enjoy keeping pesky outsiders off of his land through use of excessive force. He strolled back inside and polished off the last mouthful of wine left in his glass when Liechtenstein tottered down the stairs, rubbing at her eyes sleepily.
“Brother, what was that noise?”
“Go back to sleep, just another potential invasion averted.”
“Invasion? Does that mean you shot them down again? Are they alright?”
“Who cares? They should know better than to fly around here.”
“So you’re just going to leave them out there? On Christmas?”
Next thing he knew, Liechtenstein was grabbing her coat and running out the door, insisting that he show her where the plane had gone down. And, because Switzerland didn’t know how to say no to his little sister, he was running back outside with her into the snow to find the idiot who had thought it was a good idea to fly into his airspace.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Nah, the warehouse has a high ceiling C:"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I’m Laura, and I’m a college student from The Middle of Nowhere, USA. I’m actually going to be spending a semester in Sweden in the fall, hence my character choice ^^
Pairing friendly?: The only thing that squicks me out are incest-y pairings. I don’t care if they’re played out on the forum; I just won’t be reading those threads, personally. I do adore SuFin and would be willing to play that, if Finland is okay with it. Other than that, I’m open to pretty much anything.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: You’re awesome for reading this! I’m really looking forward to RPing with everyone here~
I don't have much to say, and I loved the RP test C: 
