Post by [x] Latvia on Sept 25, 2012 20:54:35 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Latvijas Republika {Raivis Galante}
Gender: Male
Appearance: Raivis is a pathetic little creature, to say the least. Short, messy hair that’s considered too dark to be considered properly blond and too light to be considered properly brown sits atop his head, moppish in its curliness. His short hair is coupled with an equally short stature, not even getting close to five feet. Deep blue eyes seem to take on a violet hue when the light hit them seem to be the only feature he possesses that actually makes him stand out.
Personality: The Baltic’s pathetic little appearance is surprisingly only somewhat true to his nature. Yes, he’s jumpy as hell. Yes, he can be paranoid. Yes, he’s easily intimidated. Yes, he’s a pushover. But there’s that tiny spark of passive-aggressive rebelliousness that can be kindled when he grows tired of being pushed around. An event that is quite rare, considering the small nation is quite accustomed to being bossed around. He’s also a bit of a closet alcoholic, in spite of his young appearance. He keeps a secret stash for when things get particularly tough and he’s in the mood to through a pity party, which is admittedly something that isn’t uncommon.
But just because he has issues, one shouldn’t push him to the side! Raivis is a survivor, to be sure. Having to deal with both the Holocaust and the Soviet Union, not to mention Crusades and being divided by different empires as a child has given him the gift of being able to pull through harsh conditions. If something is thrown at him, he’ll deal with it. Somehow.
In addition, Raivis loves anything literary. Romance novels and sappy poetry being his favorite, of course. Deep down, he has a longing to be swept off his feet by some prince/princess charming and carried off to a happy, sweet, warm place where he can read books and bake piragi all day.
This was not to be so, unfortunately. When the radiation started, and the zombies started popping up, Raivis finally took a stand for his people. He loves them too much to hide in safety, no matter how much he wants to. It’s time for him to man up, however much his little body can. Even if he has to cling tight to his pillow every night and pretend that he doesn’t hear the moaning of zombies in his mind.
Relations with other chars:
Russia: Raivis still fears him. A lot. In fact, just being around the big guy can bring back his anxiety-induced speech impediment. Oddly enough, he doesn’t hate him, though. Never really did, to tell the truth. Raivis doesn’t have it in him to hate someone who’s been through just as much as he has if not more.
Lithuania: Even though he suffered through some tough times with his fellow Baltic, Raivis doesn’t feel that close to Lithuania. He feels that, even though he had once gone to the older nation for comfort at times, he can’t really say much to him. It’s just… Awkward.
Estonia: His relationship with Estonia is very similar to the one he has with Lithuania. Very… Awkward. He appreciates how Estonia would scream his name when he used to get in trouble, even though he did little to help.
Sealand: This little guy keeps Raivis going. He tries to protect him. He really, really tries. But then things always turn out the other way around. But he’s okay with that.
Special abilities: He is the living embodiment of Murphy’s Law. If something bad can possibly happen to him, it will. In the worst possible way, to boot. It isn’t much of a power, though. Maybe the universe simply hates him.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice:[/img] And old, old, oooolllllldddd dirk that he’s have for at least a century now. It is kept seated on his belt, just in case.
Long range weapon of choice: A .17 rimfire rifle
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Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper
Bunk of choice: Top, although happy with either.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
Running.
Don’t stop running.
Never stop running.
The growling behind her back prompted those thoughts as she fled that… Thing. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stop now to look. The warm, moist breath could be felt through her thin shirt, signally that simply turning her head would slow her down enough to spell her doom. She was so tired, though. Her breath was coming in and out in sharp, painful gasps. How long could she keep this pace?
Crack.
Not long enough.
A branch, entangled in the girl’s sneaker-clad foot, brought her crashing to the forest floor. A loud “oof” escaped from her as air rushed from her lungs, soon followed by a high-pitched squeal. Claws dug into the flesh of her back, the source of the growling making its attack. Intense pain bloomed, accompanying the blood blooming from the multiple wounds in her back. Another short, sharp pain emerged from her neck. The creature’s sharp teeth were doing their job as they dug deeper and deeper. It cut off her air, and the pain.. It hurt so much. Everything hurt so much.
Then, the pain disappeared.
First went the scrapes on her palms and the aching of her feet, only to be replaced with a numb tingling. The numbness spread until she was nothing, a big ball of nothing floating in a big dark nothing. That nothing was so tiring, so lulling…
And then there was nothing.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Such an innocent nation, subjected to such horrid sights... Welcome to Hell indeed."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Heeeyyy~ My name is Tina, and I live in the scenic Las Vegas area. Feel free to talk, I absolutely love random conversation. If you want my skype, just pm me and I’ll be happy to share~
Pairing friendly?: I’m open to pretty much any pairing, crack or otherwise. I try not to hate.
I can’t say that I like SeaLat or EstLat, though. They just rub me the wrong way, somehow.
Personal note to anyone reading your application:
DERP
Name: Latvijas Republika {Raivis Galante}
Gender: Male
Appearance: Raivis is a pathetic little creature, to say the least. Short, messy hair that’s considered too dark to be considered properly blond and too light to be considered properly brown sits atop his head, moppish in its curliness. His short hair is coupled with an equally short stature, not even getting close to five feet. Deep blue eyes seem to take on a violet hue when the light hit them seem to be the only feature he possesses that actually makes him stand out.
Personality: The Baltic’s pathetic little appearance is surprisingly only somewhat true to his nature. Yes, he’s jumpy as hell. Yes, he can be paranoid. Yes, he’s easily intimidated. Yes, he’s a pushover. But there’s that tiny spark of passive-aggressive rebelliousness that can be kindled when he grows tired of being pushed around. An event that is quite rare, considering the small nation is quite accustomed to being bossed around. He’s also a bit of a closet alcoholic, in spite of his young appearance. He keeps a secret stash for when things get particularly tough and he’s in the mood to through a pity party, which is admittedly something that isn’t uncommon.
But just because he has issues, one shouldn’t push him to the side! Raivis is a survivor, to be sure. Having to deal with both the Holocaust and the Soviet Union, not to mention Crusades and being divided by different empires as a child has given him the gift of being able to pull through harsh conditions. If something is thrown at him, he’ll deal with it. Somehow.
In addition, Raivis loves anything literary. Romance novels and sappy poetry being his favorite, of course. Deep down, he has a longing to be swept off his feet by some prince/princess charming and carried off to a happy, sweet, warm place where he can read books and bake piragi all day.
This was not to be so, unfortunately. When the radiation started, and the zombies started popping up, Raivis finally took a stand for his people. He loves them too much to hide in safety, no matter how much he wants to. It’s time for him to man up, however much his little body can. Even if he has to cling tight to his pillow every night and pretend that he doesn’t hear the moaning of zombies in his mind.
Relations with other chars:
Russia: Raivis still fears him. A lot. In fact, just being around the big guy can bring back his anxiety-induced speech impediment. Oddly enough, he doesn’t hate him, though. Never really did, to tell the truth. Raivis doesn’t have it in him to hate someone who’s been through just as much as he has if not more.
Lithuania: Even though he suffered through some tough times with his fellow Baltic, Raivis doesn’t feel that close to Lithuania. He feels that, even though he had once gone to the older nation for comfort at times, he can’t really say much to him. It’s just… Awkward.
Estonia: His relationship with Estonia is very similar to the one he has with Lithuania. Very… Awkward. He appreciates how Estonia would scream his name when he used to get in trouble, even though he did little to help.
Sealand: This little guy keeps Raivis going. He tries to protect him. He really, really tries. But then things always turn out the other way around. But he’s okay with that.
Special abilities: He is the living embodiment of Murphy’s Law. If something bad can possibly happen to him, it will. In the worst possible way, to boot. It isn’t much of a power, though. Maybe the universe simply hates him.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice:[/img] And old, old, oooolllllldddd dirk that he’s have for at least a century now. It is kept seated on his belt, just in case.
Long range weapon of choice: A .17 rimfire rifle
t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSQJDeUqMumLLB4UHqGLyqbTSJ2bgiYKzt6-AuyzZZl7CFKEjciDRDWWAjxHQ [/img]
Duty position of your choice: Groundskeeper
Bunk of choice: Top, although happy with either.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
Running.
Don’t stop running.
Never stop running.
The growling behind her back prompted those thoughts as she fled that… Thing. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stop now to look. The warm, moist breath could be felt through her thin shirt, signally that simply turning her head would slow her down enough to spell her doom. She was so tired, though. Her breath was coming in and out in sharp, painful gasps. How long could she keep this pace?
Crack.
Not long enough.
A branch, entangled in the girl’s sneaker-clad foot, brought her crashing to the forest floor. A loud “oof” escaped from her as air rushed from her lungs, soon followed by a high-pitched squeal. Claws dug into the flesh of her back, the source of the growling making its attack. Intense pain bloomed, accompanying the blood blooming from the multiple wounds in her back. Another short, sharp pain emerged from her neck. The creature’s sharp teeth were doing their job as they dug deeper and deeper. It cut off her air, and the pain.. It hurt so much. Everything hurt so much.
Then, the pain disappeared.
First went the scrapes on her palms and the aching of her feet, only to be replaced with a numb tingling. The numbness spread until she was nothing, a big ball of nothing floating in a big dark nothing. That nothing was so tiring, so lulling…
And then there was nothing.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Such an innocent nation, subjected to such horrid sights... Welcome to Hell indeed."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Heeeyyy~ My name is Tina, and I live in the scenic Las Vegas area. Feel free to talk, I absolutely love random conversation. If you want my skype, just pm me and I’ll be happy to share~
Pairing friendly?: I’m open to pretty much any pairing, crack or otherwise. I try not to hate.
I can’t say that I like SeaLat or EstLat, though. They just rub me the wrong way, somehow.
Personal note to anyone reading your application:
DERP