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Post by [x] Sealand on May 22, 2012 19:13:13 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Sealand [Peter Kirkland ]
Gender: Male
Appearance: canon appearance
Personality: A very hyperactive, rather attention-seeking nation (or so he says). He plans on achieving world domination. As soon as he is accepted as a country, that is. He likes to hang out outside the world meetings with Prussia and plot world takeover. Tends to irritate England. Prefers not to show anyone his transistor radio-shaped birthmark. Always was a bit lonely, so Sealand always goes out of his way to get attention and be recognized. He has many plans of world takeover and infiltrating the World Nation meetings, such as dressing up as Canada, but none of them really worked out. Still, he never gives up and strives to become a full nation and be recognized by all.
Relations with other chars: Close with Sweden and Finland. Annoys England. Friends with other micro nations. Hangs out with Prussia sometimes outside world meetings. Putting Sealand, South Korea, and Romania together would be like starting World War III. Pranks to be had.
Special abilities: Powers of extreme imagination. That don’t actually help anyone.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: England. I mean, whatever is at hand. Rocks, stones, fish, chopsticks….Taser. His very favorite taser. It’s name is Michael Daniel Bobby B.
Long range weapon of choice: Slingshot?
Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper. Because Sweden wouldn’t let him do anything else.
Bunk of choice: TOP FTW.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
“Get out of there, Sealand! Scotland, what are you doing!? You’re going to snap that branch!” Scotland briefly opened his eyes, glancing at the furious European, before closing them and nonchalantly taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Oh c’mon, England,” Sealand blurted out, leaning out of the tree. “We’re just sitting here!” He leaned farther out and momentarily stumbled, his hand slipping but then grabbing the branch again and pulling his weight back in just the nick of time. His white and blue cap slipped off, soaring away in the wind for a moment, before falling to the ground into the open arms of Wales.
“Get down from there, Sealand!” He said, hopping back and forth on his feet, and waving his arms wildly. The small blue ribbon on the cap was set into an erratic frenzy with the blonde’s frantic movement.
“You’ll fall and die and then what are we going to do?” Yelled Wales, in an overly dramatic voice, imitating the “falling” and “dying” He had previously spoke of. England pushed Whales out of the way, and with a determined look set in his eyes, put his hands up to his mouth and called, “Sealand, if you don’t get down here this second, I’ll personally make sure that you NEVER become a country!”
Suddenly attentive, Sealand glanced around one last time before reluctantly inching down the ancient trunk. His hand graced the bark, before he let himself be led off by an irritated England. The small party walked into the yard, leaving a quiet Scotland, puffing on his cigarette in the cool afternoon breeze.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "YOU'LL NEVER BE A NATION, I TELL YOU."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I like dangos. Even though I’ve never actually had one. I also like to draw, read, write (though I’m not very good), macaroni, melon bread, and hanging out at South Korea’s house. I speak English, some Spanish, and a freakishly tiny amount of Japanese. I live in NOT WASHINGTON DC!
Pairing friendly?: Everything. Especially USUK. But just about everything. I don’t judge.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Well…*sniffs and wipes away a tear* after hearing so much about how ‘yall want a Sealand, a son, and a friend, I just couldn’t resist…you there. Hand me a tissue. Anyway, I look forward to spending mass amounts of time on the internet with you. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Name: Sealand [Peter Kirkland ]
Gender: Male
Appearance: canon appearance
Personality: A very hyperactive, rather attention-seeking nation (or so he says). He plans on achieving world domination. As soon as he is accepted as a country, that is. He likes to hang out outside the world meetings with Prussia and plot world takeover. Tends to irritate England. Prefers not to show anyone his transistor radio-shaped birthmark. Always was a bit lonely, so Sealand always goes out of his way to get attention and be recognized. He has many plans of world takeover and infiltrating the World Nation meetings, such as dressing up as Canada, but none of them really worked out. Still, he never gives up and strives to become a full nation and be recognized by all.
Relations with other chars: Close with Sweden and Finland. Annoys England. Friends with other micro nations. Hangs out with Prussia sometimes outside world meetings. Putting Sealand, South Korea, and Romania together would be like starting World War III. Pranks to be had.
Special abilities: Powers of extreme imagination. That don’t actually help anyone.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: England. I mean, whatever is at hand. Rocks, stones, fish, chopsticks….Taser. His very favorite taser. It’s name is Michael Daniel Bobby B.
Long range weapon of choice: Slingshot?
Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper. Because Sweden wouldn’t let him do anything else.
Bunk of choice: TOP FTW.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
“Get out of there, Sealand! Scotland, what are you doing!? You’re going to snap that branch!” Scotland briefly opened his eyes, glancing at the furious European, before closing them and nonchalantly taking a drag of his cigarette.
“Oh c’mon, England,” Sealand blurted out, leaning out of the tree. “We’re just sitting here!” He leaned farther out and momentarily stumbled, his hand slipping but then grabbing the branch again and pulling his weight back in just the nick of time. His white and blue cap slipped off, soaring away in the wind for a moment, before falling to the ground into the open arms of Wales.
“Get down from there, Sealand!” He said, hopping back and forth on his feet, and waving his arms wildly. The small blue ribbon on the cap was set into an erratic frenzy with the blonde’s frantic movement.
“You’ll fall and die and then what are we going to do?” Yelled Wales, in an overly dramatic voice, imitating the “falling” and “dying” He had previously spoke of. England pushed Whales out of the way, and with a determined look set in his eyes, put his hands up to his mouth and called, “Sealand, if you don’t get down here this second, I’ll personally make sure that you NEVER become a country!”
Suddenly attentive, Sealand glanced around one last time before reluctantly inching down the ancient trunk. His hand graced the bark, before he let himself be led off by an irritated England. The small party walked into the yard, leaving a quiet Scotland, puffing on his cigarette in the cool afternoon breeze.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "YOU'LL NEVER BE A NATION, I TELL YOU."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: I like dangos. Even though I’ve never actually had one. I also like to draw, read, write (though I’m not very good), macaroni, melon bread, and hanging out at South Korea’s house. I speak English, some Spanish, and a freakishly tiny amount of Japanese. I live in NOT WASHINGTON DC!
Pairing friendly?: Everything. Especially USUK. But just about everything. I don’t judge.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Well…*sniffs and wipes away a tear* after hearing so much about how ‘yall want a Sealand, a son, and a friend, I just couldn’t resist…you there. Hand me a tissue. Anyway, I look forward to spending mass amounts of time on the internet with you. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
*hugs*
*family group hug* 
