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Post by [x] Poland on Apr 11, 2012 15:00:33 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Poland [Feliks Łukasiewicz]
Gender:Male
Appearance: Jaw length blonde hair, green eyes.
Personality: Dripping with positivity most of the time, ‘bubbly’, but often selfish. At times brave, but the courage can crumble at the last minute. Shy with those he doesn’t know, but fiercely defensive of those he cares about. Strong and hard-working when in a team.
Relations with other chars: Has great affection for Lithuania, tries to protect him from Russia, with whom he has a longstanding rivalry. Also friends with Italy.
Special abilities: The ability to talk the hind legs off of a donkey. Or should that be pony? -_-‘
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Longsord
Long range weapon of choice: Rifle
Duty position of your choice: Scout (He would be chaos as anything else!)
Bunk of choice: Top
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: Here is an extract from an AU fic that is currently at the unpublished stage
Feliks hummed to himself, bouncing to the tune as he manoeuvred between the tables; knowing he was catching everyone’s eyes.
Reaching table twelve, he put a plate of indigestion-inducing beef lasagne – ‘home made with our highest quality ground steak’ – in front of a man with tousled light hair and violet eyes. Feliks then turned to his companion and gave him their signature fifteen ounce beef steak, dripping with cholesterol. The man was quite large, and had a bulbous nose that bent at the bottom in the shape of a ‘j’. Waves of creepiness rippled off of him, and Feliks felt a sudden dislike towards him. Of course, doing anything about it would get him fired.
Wasn’t being a waiter at the greasy restaurant locally renowned for its cheap meat just the best job in the world?
With the perfunctory, ‘I hope you enjoy your meal,’ he spun and sashayed back to the kitchen, basking in the glow of his admirers, only slightly tainted by the invading gaze of the man with the ridiculous nose.
The heat of the kitchen knocked him back a little, causing him to teeter on him black stilettos. Collecting himself, he clacked over the linoleum floor to the back entrance. He dropped down onto the step and fixed his fringe back into its clips.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Hahaha, that special ability xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I’m 14, but 15 on the 19th of April, I live in England and I’m a girl. I like writing, reading, music, manga/anime, the usual shebang. Shy when I don’t know someone, but I get rather boisterous once I’m friends with you. Kinda like Poland, I guess
Pairing friendly?: LietPol – who else is there for Poland?
I like US/UK, Germany/Italy, Austria/Hungary, and France/UK is funny in small doses. With Hetalia though, I’m pretty pairing-happy
Personal note to anyone reading your application: So I’ve never done this before, but it looks awesome, and I’m sure it’s gonna be lots of fun with you guys!
Name: Poland [Feliks Łukasiewicz]
Gender:Male
Appearance: Jaw length blonde hair, green eyes.
Personality: Dripping with positivity most of the time, ‘bubbly’, but often selfish. At times brave, but the courage can crumble at the last minute. Shy with those he doesn’t know, but fiercely defensive of those he cares about. Strong and hard-working when in a team.
Relations with other chars: Has great affection for Lithuania, tries to protect him from Russia, with whom he has a longstanding rivalry. Also friends with Italy.
Special abilities: The ability to talk the hind legs off of a donkey. Or should that be pony? -_-‘
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Longsord
Long range weapon of choice: Rifle
Duty position of your choice: Scout (He would be chaos as anything else!)
Bunk of choice: Top
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: Here is an extract from an AU fic that is currently at the unpublished stage
Feliks hummed to himself, bouncing to the tune as he manoeuvred between the tables; knowing he was catching everyone’s eyes.
Reaching table twelve, he put a plate of indigestion-inducing beef lasagne – ‘home made with our highest quality ground steak’ – in front of a man with tousled light hair and violet eyes. Feliks then turned to his companion and gave him their signature fifteen ounce beef steak, dripping with cholesterol. The man was quite large, and had a bulbous nose that bent at the bottom in the shape of a ‘j’. Waves of creepiness rippled off of him, and Feliks felt a sudden dislike towards him. Of course, doing anything about it would get him fired.
Wasn’t being a waiter at the greasy restaurant locally renowned for its cheap meat just the best job in the world?
With the perfunctory, ‘I hope you enjoy your meal,’ he spun and sashayed back to the kitchen, basking in the glow of his admirers, only slightly tainted by the invading gaze of the man with the ridiculous nose.
The heat of the kitchen knocked him back a little, causing him to teeter on him black stilettos. Collecting himself, he clacked over the linoleum floor to the back entrance. He dropped down onto the step and fixed his fringe back into its clips.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Hahaha, that special ability xD"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I’m 14, but 15 on the 19th of April, I live in England and I’m a girl. I like writing, reading, music, manga/anime, the usual shebang. Shy when I don’t know someone, but I get rather boisterous once I’m friends with you. Kinda like Poland, I guess
Pairing friendly?: LietPol – who else is there for Poland?
I like US/UK, Germany/Italy, Austria/Hungary, and France/UK is funny in small doses. With Hetalia though, I’m pretty pairing-happy Personal note to anyone reading your application: So I’ve never done this before, but it looks awesome, and I’m sure it’s gonna be lots of fun with you guys!
