Post by [x] Austria on Jul 12, 2012 16:34:59 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Austria [Roderich Edelstein]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Austria likes to keep himself looking orderly, proper, and presentable at all times – he finds ways to keep his appearance up to his personal standards despite his frugality. He can be a bit vain at times, another way his perfectionism manifests itself.
Personality: At his deepest level, Austria is a perfectionist and a bit of a control freak, particularly over his own appearance, presentation, and behavior. Ideally, he holds himself to very high standards and principles that sometimes must be abandoned because of real world circumstances, though breaking his self-imposed “rules” is very stressful for him. He is not often happy with himself, always finding ways he could have done something better, but he does not like to give up – he has a stubborn streak that forces him to keep trying, keep improving himself. That same stubborn streak also means that he will rarely admit out loud to being wrong about anything or to doing anything wrong. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know when he’s messed up, though; he internalizes his feelings, causing him a fair bit of guilt and stress.
Austria doesn’t particularly care for other people under most circumstances. Except for a select few close friends (now, Hungary; in the past, Switzerland) he keeps people at a distance and remains formal, professional, and uptight. Though he knows most people don’t hold themselves to the same standards he holds himself to, people still irritate him with their flippancy, crassness, and inattention to detail. He’ll push back with varying degrees of subtlety when he gets too frustrated or when he knows the other person can take it – one of his ways of relieving a bit of stress. Despite all this, he is protective and doting over his close friends – they are the few that he would willingly help or accept help from.
Above all else, Austria considers himself to be an artist and he is very attached to his music. It is one of the few things that really helps him calm down and relieve stress, and through his music he finds ways to express all of the things he internalizes and hides from the rest of the world. He is very detail-oriented, which helps him get his pieces close to perfect (one of the best feelings in the world, in his opinion). And he does like composers other than Chopin, for the record.
Lastly, Austria isn’t above a bit of good, old-fashioned manipulation to get what he wants. He’s completely fine with pretending to be incompetent when he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty.
Relations with other chars: Will add more to this as the roleplay progresses, but Austria will probably be close to and fond of Hungary, will probably bicker like hell with Prussia, things will be tense and awkward with Switzerland, and Austria will enjoy very subtly pushing Germany’s buttons.
Special abilities: …None that I can think of.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: I seriously don’t see Austria willingly going into any kind of combat situation unless it’s absolutely necessary self-defense or something. Particularly not close combat. Maybe when he was younger, but these days I think he’d rather let someone else do the fighting unless it’s a serious crisis that he needs to get involved in (I also don’t think he would actually be very much help in a combat situation, considering how much Prussia kicked his butt). He might use knives or some sort of spare scalpel, or whatever else is on hand for short range.
Long range weapon of choice: Some sort of handgun. Again, mostly for self-defense or if everything goes to hell and he needs to help defend the warehouse, but let’s pray that doesn’t happen.
Duty position of your choice: Scientist! Austria’s good with details, has steady hands from his music, and an analytical sort of mind.
Bunk of choice: Bottom, but it doesn’t really matter.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (from a fic I’m writing, sorry it’s a little long and a little angsty)
Goddamn. This wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about – all it was doing was pissing him off, making him take trains of thought into unpleasant places, places where he was never good enough, where he never would be good enough… Roderich didn't want to get stuck there tonight. He needed to relax – get his mind to focus on something else for a change so he could start off the school year thinking about something else other than the lengthy string of failures and inadequacies that made up his life.
He slammed his hands down on the keys, letting out a petulant, frustrated huff, simultaneously fuming at his own inadequacy and ashamed at behaving like a child having a temper tantrum – just more things to add to his long list of the ways he couldn't be a proper, functioning adult.
And then Lizzie was right there – where had she come from? – her hands brushing through his hair, rubbing at his shoulders, reassuring him that everything was going to be alright…
He leaned back against her, and she supported him, wrapping arms around his shoulders – he closed his eyes and let a little relaxed smile slip over his face.
"Have you really been listening to me play this crap?"
"It's not crap. It sounded wonderful – well, at least it was wonderful until you got mad and started just hitting the keys," she soothed, giving him a squeeze before getting sidetracked by playing with his hair.
He let himself relax against her hands – he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he should be trying to maintain boundaries and keeping things from getting too unnecessarily messy – she had always known how to tell when he was angry, and she had always known how to calm him down. It had been wonderful when they were together, and, though it still worked, the calm that she brought was tinged by a sense of guilt.
He felt like he was taking advantage; he really should be keeping farther away. It was obvious she wasn't over the breakup yet… Things had changed, sometime over the summer. She'd started looking at him in a way that completely freaked him out, as if he was perfection, as if he was everything that was right and good with the world, as if he was a saint or a god or some mighty, virtuous title that he absolutely did not deserve. He was human, he had his own set of issues that he tried to hide as best he could, and he knew he couldn't live up to whatever it was she had started seeing in him.
So he'd left – he'd tried to be as gentle as possible, of course, but now he was wondering if that had been the best way to go about things. She still looked at him in that same way, when she thought he wasn't paying attention… He didn't want to be cruel, he didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to lose her friendship either.
This was probably just going to end up another stupid fucking mistake to add on to his list, but he couldn't bring himself to draw away. They had made a decent couple, somewhere in the past, but they had always been better friends – in fact, very little had noticeably changed when they started going out, at least until that look had started happening, so why couldn't things go back to the way they had been before just as easily…?
He was starting to realize that it wasn't going to be easy.
"It wasn't wonderful," he muttered – he wasn't angry anymore, just resigned, "It was probably one of the most disgraceful things I've ever done."
"Quit being so melodramatic," she was probably rolling her eyes now, if he knew anything about her, "You're way too hard on yourself sometimes. Most of the time, actually."
Not hard enough – he didn't voice the thought, but let himself bask in all that she offered him: comfort, acceptance, loving arms to come home to, someone to talk to when he was frustrated or feeling down or just tired of everything that happened in the world.
He tried not to think of all the things he couldn't offer her.
This was all going to blow up in his face in the end, he just knew it – like so many other things had in his past. But he couldn't turn away.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Cheater, you already knew the code xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Uhh, I’m your old Sve, so some of you already know me It’ll be wonderful to meet those of you who have joined in my absence <3
Pairing friendly?: I’m pretty pairing friendly, can’t think of anything I actively dislike besides, like, SwissLiech because that just creeps me out. I don’t really have a favorite pairing for Austria, I ship him with basically anyone, even if it’s cracky, and my personal headcanon is that he’s a bit of a commitment-phobe (as you can probably tell from the rp sample), so I’m not opposed to having some relationship drama happen with him. That being said, I’m personally not comfortable writing anything particularly explicit.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Thank you for reading! I’m glad to be back <3
Name: Austria [Roderich Edelstein]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Austria likes to keep himself looking orderly, proper, and presentable at all times – he finds ways to keep his appearance up to his personal standards despite his frugality. He can be a bit vain at times, another way his perfectionism manifests itself.
Personality: At his deepest level, Austria is a perfectionist and a bit of a control freak, particularly over his own appearance, presentation, and behavior. Ideally, he holds himself to very high standards and principles that sometimes must be abandoned because of real world circumstances, though breaking his self-imposed “rules” is very stressful for him. He is not often happy with himself, always finding ways he could have done something better, but he does not like to give up – he has a stubborn streak that forces him to keep trying, keep improving himself. That same stubborn streak also means that he will rarely admit out loud to being wrong about anything or to doing anything wrong. This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know when he’s messed up, though; he internalizes his feelings, causing him a fair bit of guilt and stress.
Austria doesn’t particularly care for other people under most circumstances. Except for a select few close friends (now, Hungary; in the past, Switzerland) he keeps people at a distance and remains formal, professional, and uptight. Though he knows most people don’t hold themselves to the same standards he holds himself to, people still irritate him with their flippancy, crassness, and inattention to detail. He’ll push back with varying degrees of subtlety when he gets too frustrated or when he knows the other person can take it – one of his ways of relieving a bit of stress. Despite all this, he is protective and doting over his close friends – they are the few that he would willingly help or accept help from.
Above all else, Austria considers himself to be an artist and he is very attached to his music. It is one of the few things that really helps him calm down and relieve stress, and through his music he finds ways to express all of the things he internalizes and hides from the rest of the world. He is very detail-oriented, which helps him get his pieces close to perfect (one of the best feelings in the world, in his opinion). And he does like composers other than Chopin, for the record.
Lastly, Austria isn’t above a bit of good, old-fashioned manipulation to get what he wants. He’s completely fine with pretending to be incompetent when he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty.
Relations with other chars: Will add more to this as the roleplay progresses, but Austria will probably be close to and fond of Hungary, will probably bicker like hell with Prussia, things will be tense and awkward with Switzerland, and Austria will enjoy very subtly pushing Germany’s buttons.
Special abilities: …None that I can think of.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: I seriously don’t see Austria willingly going into any kind of combat situation unless it’s absolutely necessary self-defense or something. Particularly not close combat. Maybe when he was younger, but these days I think he’d rather let someone else do the fighting unless it’s a serious crisis that he needs to get involved in (I also don’t think he would actually be very much help in a combat situation, considering how much Prussia kicked his butt). He might use knives or some sort of spare scalpel, or whatever else is on hand for short range.
Long range weapon of choice: Some sort of handgun. Again, mostly for self-defense or if everything goes to hell and he needs to help defend the warehouse, but let’s pray that doesn’t happen.
Duty position of your choice: Scientist! Austria’s good with details, has steady hands from his music, and an analytical sort of mind.
Bunk of choice: Bottom, but it doesn’t really matter.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (from a fic I’m writing, sorry it’s a little long and a little angsty)
Goddamn. This wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about – all it was doing was pissing him off, making him take trains of thought into unpleasant places, places where he was never good enough, where he never would be good enough… Roderich didn't want to get stuck there tonight. He needed to relax – get his mind to focus on something else for a change so he could start off the school year thinking about something else other than the lengthy string of failures and inadequacies that made up his life.
He slammed his hands down on the keys, letting out a petulant, frustrated huff, simultaneously fuming at his own inadequacy and ashamed at behaving like a child having a temper tantrum – just more things to add to his long list of the ways he couldn't be a proper, functioning adult.
And then Lizzie was right there – where had she come from? – her hands brushing through his hair, rubbing at his shoulders, reassuring him that everything was going to be alright…
He leaned back against her, and she supported him, wrapping arms around his shoulders – he closed his eyes and let a little relaxed smile slip over his face.
"Have you really been listening to me play this crap?"
"It's not crap. It sounded wonderful – well, at least it was wonderful until you got mad and started just hitting the keys," she soothed, giving him a squeeze before getting sidetracked by playing with his hair.
He let himself relax against her hands – he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he should be trying to maintain boundaries and keeping things from getting too unnecessarily messy – she had always known how to tell when he was angry, and she had always known how to calm him down. It had been wonderful when they were together, and, though it still worked, the calm that she brought was tinged by a sense of guilt.
He felt like he was taking advantage; he really should be keeping farther away. It was obvious she wasn't over the breakup yet… Things had changed, sometime over the summer. She'd started looking at him in a way that completely freaked him out, as if he was perfection, as if he was everything that was right and good with the world, as if he was a saint or a god or some mighty, virtuous title that he absolutely did not deserve. He was human, he had his own set of issues that he tried to hide as best he could, and he knew he couldn't live up to whatever it was she had started seeing in him.
So he'd left – he'd tried to be as gentle as possible, of course, but now he was wondering if that had been the best way to go about things. She still looked at him in that same way, when she thought he wasn't paying attention… He didn't want to be cruel, he didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to lose her friendship either.
This was probably just going to end up another stupid fucking mistake to add on to his list, but he couldn't bring himself to draw away. They had made a decent couple, somewhere in the past, but they had always been better friends – in fact, very little had noticeably changed when they started going out, at least until that look had started happening, so why couldn't things go back to the way they had been before just as easily…?
He was starting to realize that it wasn't going to be easy.
"It wasn't wonderful," he muttered – he wasn't angry anymore, just resigned, "It was probably one of the most disgraceful things I've ever done."
"Quit being so melodramatic," she was probably rolling her eyes now, if he knew anything about her, "You're way too hard on yourself sometimes. Most of the time, actually."
Not hard enough – he didn't voice the thought, but let himself bask in all that she offered him: comfort, acceptance, loving arms to come home to, someone to talk to when he was frustrated or feeling down or just tired of everything that happened in the world.
He tried not to think of all the things he couldn't offer her.
This was all going to blow up in his face in the end, he just knew it – like so many other things had in his past. But he couldn't turn away.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Cheater, you already knew the code xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Uhh, I’m your old Sve, so some of you already know me It’ll be wonderful to meet those of you who have joined in my absence <3
Pairing friendly?: I’m pretty pairing friendly, can’t think of anything I actively dislike besides, like, SwissLiech because that just creeps me out. I don’t really have a favorite pairing for Austria, I ship him with basically anyone, even if it’s cracky, and my personal headcanon is that he’s a bit of a commitment-phobe (as you can probably tell from the rp sample), so I’m not opposed to having some relationship drama happen with him. That being said, I’m personally not comfortable writing anything particularly explicit.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Thank you for reading! I’m glad to be back <3