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Post by [x] Romania on Jul 19, 2012 18:19:20 GMT -5
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BASIC INFO
Name: Romania [Alin Dalca]
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Canon
Personality:
Romania is a flamboyant and showy person. There is a widespread rumor that he’s a vampire, because of his tendancy to live in isolated places, but this is completely untrue. In fact, he was the one to start this rumor in order to ‘spice up’ his reputation.
Also make sure to never ever mention any sort of fear you have around him, or you’ll be guaranteed a little trip. Involving said issues.
He has a collection of hats.
Romania believes in many magical creatures, and for this reason he tends to get along with other nations who also do. Some people don’t believe him…But he knows they’re real.
Romania doesn’t trust Austria very much, as he was with Hungary for a long period of time. And Romania doesn’t really get along with Hungary.
He is also easily distracted by sparkly objects.
Romania also likes spending his time being a bad influence.
Let’s just say he’s someone who’d laugh if you said the world was going to end.
Romania is very superstitious – the whole nine yards. Black cats, ladders…umbrellas…
He’s also a sleepwalker. And talker. And general movement.
When he was little (chibi!) he had a crush on Hungary, but that ended after she hit him one too many times.
He doesn’t like children very much, this includes smaller nations who are still in the shape of small children. It doesn’t matter if they are particularly nice to him or anything, he still isn’t going to like them.
Romania can sometimes be much too proud for his own good a great deal of the time.
He greatly dislikes the police, and doesn’t trust them with anything and believes that they certainly can’t do their job correctly.
Romania has and endless amount of bad (and sometimes rather offensive) political jokes.
Relations with other chars:
Romania has strained relations with many of his fellow countries, but most of all with Moldovia. The two countries had been trying to calm the tensions between there two nation, and had recently signed the treaty of Lași, agreeing to a joint-government when everything went sideways.
He is on relatively good terms with Norway, England and Hungary (although they still fight like cats and dogs). He shares a special relationship with Turkey, whom he has been friends with for a long time. He supports Croatia, but doesn’t talk to the nation very often.
He enjoys annoying Bulgaria in his free time, and has known Prussia since they were small. He feels a connection to the nations that were part of the Warsaw Pact, but doesn’t like to talk about it. \
He also doesn’t particularly like Scotsmen.
Special abilities:
Magical abilities. (Like England’s but “flashier”)
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: A Flamberge rapier. Meaning “flame blade” this rapier has an undulating blade, and when parrying with a sword like this, unpleasant vibrations may be transmitted into the attackers blade. (I can seriously talk about this for ten minutes, but I think I’ll stop here…)
www.dragonswordsndaggers.com/files/1581793/uploaded/910916A.jpg
Long range weapon of choice:
Webley-Fosbery Automatic Revolver (You can see I’m kind of a weapons freak by now XD)
www.dogswar.ru/images/stories/pistolet/Webley-Fosbery-Automatic-Revolver-1.jpg
Duty position of your choice:
Front Liner (Can you imagine him being sneaky? He’d fall out of a tree or something)
Bunk of choice:
He’d really really really really like the top bunk, but is okay with bottom. (he’ll just whine for a long time)
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
(I know this isn't an RP, more of a fan fiction, but it's what I'm most proud of)
Alin smirked. This was fun. Almost too fun. Watching the faces of his ‘guests’ slip from immeasurable happiness to forlorn sorrow when he told them of the price. But it was only fair wasn’t it? He wasn’t the one with a desire. Alin only fulfilled their wishes, and he definitely isn’t an angel. Or a saint, for that matter. In fact, he had sometimes been called the Devil himself. So he smiled as emotion after emotion flashed by on their faces, unsure of what to do. Should I? Should I not?
It was a look he enjoyed seeing on first-time customer’s faces, unsure if he was lying, tricking them, or otherwise making a fool out of them. Which he was, but they didn’t need to know that, did they?
The blond stood up from his deep velvet coach and made his way over to one of his small, cracked windows, his long patched-coat tails brushed against his furniture as he walked making a strange noise, somewhere between a swish and a soft shushing noise. He twitched back the curtain, watching the busy city life roll on below his small studio apartment, as some people called it. Alin pointedly ignored his guests, making sure to glance back at them every few minutes, just to make sure they hadn’t run off. ‘Now all I need to do is wait. They’ll break eventually’
The street outside was as interesting as always, and he could always learn something from the scene. Even at this time of night –or is it morning now? -- pedestrians were everywhere, he guessed that there were three types of them, some going to work, others returning from it and the third was the night people, those who only came out at night to prowl the streets. Those were the kind that came to him.
But Alin was never one for waiting, and he got impatient quickly, almost jumping around with annoyance. Finally, he turned back around. Though twirled was probably a much better word to describe what he actually did, as he was quite the flamboyant character.
“So? Have you decided yet? Have you?” He practically ran back to the coach, getting completely into the man’s personally space. The man in question shifted awkwardly, as if uncomfortable under the blonde’s unfaltering stare. Which, in perspective, he probably was. And for a good reason, he had been told many times that his almost-red eyes were disturbing to people, even stranger because he wasn’t albino in any way. It made it very interesting to tell horror stories, though, especially the ones that frightened Aleksander. Who was easily frightened anyways, but that really wasn’t the point.
“U-uh,” the man stuttered over his words, not quite ready to make a decision. The man glanced at the floor, the ceiling, anything that wasn’t blond and Romanian.
Alin became impatient and tapped his foot against the floor, accompanying it with a tapping of his long fingers.
“Come on! I have other, more important customers than you!” Alin moved away from his two customers, twirling on one foot again, gesturing to the door, “And if you don’t make up your mind soon, out you go~” The merchants smile was deceptively sweet, and was similar to that of a snake looking at its prey on second glance.
“No!” One of his two guests finally broke under that extreme pressure in the room, standing up and shouting at Alin. It might have been even a little intimidating, if only the man wasn’t almost a foot shorter than his host. The man sighed, readjusting the hat on his head. “Well, I guess that’s all then. Good bye,” He shooed the two out, almost slamming the door behind them, before going to collapse on the same maroon coach they were just occupying. Black boots were placed on a cracked coffee table, and his head relaxed into the back on the coach.
Not that it was very comfortable.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop, you know,” He glanced to his left at the door leading to his more private rooms, such as his bedroom, and his precious office. There, stood a man about as tall as he, slightly shorter, leaning on the door. He wasn’t smiling.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Alin,”
Alin rolled his eyes at that statement, wondering how his closest friend could be that stupid.
“Its business-“He started to reply, but was cut off by the brunette
“That doesn’t mean you have to torture them. You just enjoy doing that,”
Okay, not so stupid after all. What else to expect from the heir of the Danchev family?
“So, what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“You never come here without a logical reason of some kind, even if it’s only that I haven’t done the dishes in three weeks. So, what do you want Aleks?” Alin crossed his legs; right over left, looking expectantly at the man, now named Aleks.
“You didn’t show up at last night’s meeting. I was worried,” Aleks uncrossed his arms to come stand above where Alin’s head was, looking down at him questioningly. “I thought something had happened,”
Ah.
So that was it. He had wondered if anyone would come looking for him after missing that one meeting, and it looked as if he had been right.
“Don’t tell me you guys missed me did’ja?” He grinned up at Aleks innocently, “Am I of that much importance~”
The man towards whom the impish grin was directed sighed exasperatedly. He really had no idea why Alin took matters into his own hands so often. Like he had today.
“Alin, you are a founder of this revolution. If you don’t show up, people will think something’s happened to you,”
The blonde waved his hand dismissively at the brunette, sitting up and placing his feet back onto his carpeted floor.
“They don’t need me anymore. Your fine on your own,” Aleks put one hand on his face, attempting to calm himself down before responding to Alin.
“We still need you. Just because you aren’t as involved-“this time, it was Aleks’s time to be interrupted, as Alin jumped up angrily, gesturing wildly.
“Involved? How am I involved at all right now!? You didn’t even tell me the new plans for-“
“Is that what this is about? Gosh, you are so childish!”
Alin and Aleks were now head-to-head, their yelling could be heard by everyone within a three block distance. The spat continued for some time, each side unable to complete a full sentence without being interrupted. Finally, both were so out of breath that they had to stop to catch their breathe.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Welcome, fellow magic-user!"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself:
Um, I’m a kind of quiet person so I might not talk as much, but I can talk a lot when I’m interested in the topic at hand. Like weapons. Or History.
Pairing friendly?:
Pairings? There’s only two of them, and I support both. If I can find them anywhere, considering I’ve read basically every fanfiction that he’s a main character in. They are: Romania X Bulgaria and Romania X Hungary. I’m open to any pairing, and will read most anything. I’m not a huge fan of UsUk, but if it’s good I’ll read it.
Personal note to anyone reading your application:
I’m super excited to start Rp-ing with everyone here!
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Canon
Personality:
Romania is a flamboyant and showy person. There is a widespread rumor that he’s a vampire, because of his tendancy to live in isolated places, but this is completely untrue. In fact, he was the one to start this rumor in order to ‘spice up’ his reputation.
Also make sure to never ever mention any sort of fear you have around him, or you’ll be guaranteed a little trip. Involving said issues.
He has a collection of hats.
Romania believes in many magical creatures, and for this reason he tends to get along with other nations who also do. Some people don’t believe him…But he knows they’re real.
Romania doesn’t trust Austria very much, as he was with Hungary for a long period of time. And Romania doesn’t really get along with Hungary.
He is also easily distracted by sparkly objects.
Romania also likes spending his time being a bad influence.
Let’s just say he’s someone who’d laugh if you said the world was going to end.
Romania is very superstitious – the whole nine yards. Black cats, ladders…umbrellas…
He’s also a sleepwalker. And talker. And general movement.
When he was little (chibi!) he had a crush on Hungary, but that ended after she hit him one too many times.
He doesn’t like children very much, this includes smaller nations who are still in the shape of small children. It doesn’t matter if they are particularly nice to him or anything, he still isn’t going to like them.
Romania can sometimes be much too proud for his own good a great deal of the time.
He greatly dislikes the police, and doesn’t trust them with anything and believes that they certainly can’t do their job correctly.
Romania has and endless amount of bad (and sometimes rather offensive) political jokes.
Relations with other chars:
Romania has strained relations with many of his fellow countries, but most of all with Moldovia. The two countries had been trying to calm the tensions between there two nation, and had recently signed the treaty of Lași, agreeing to a joint-government when everything went sideways.
He is on relatively good terms with Norway, England and Hungary (although they still fight like cats and dogs). He shares a special relationship with Turkey, whom he has been friends with for a long time. He supports Croatia, but doesn’t talk to the nation very often.
He enjoys annoying Bulgaria in his free time, and has known Prussia since they were small. He feels a connection to the nations that were part of the Warsaw Pact, but doesn’t like to talk about it. \
He also doesn’t particularly like Scotsmen.
Special abilities:
Magical abilities. (Like England’s but “flashier”)
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: A Flamberge rapier. Meaning “flame blade” this rapier has an undulating blade, and when parrying with a sword like this, unpleasant vibrations may be transmitted into the attackers blade. (I can seriously talk about this for ten minutes, but I think I’ll stop here…)
www.dragonswordsndaggers.com/files/1581793/uploaded/910916A.jpg
Long range weapon of choice:
Webley-Fosbery Automatic Revolver (You can see I’m kind of a weapons freak by now XD)
www.dogswar.ru/images/stories/pistolet/Webley-Fosbery-Automatic-Revolver-1.jpg
Duty position of your choice:
Front Liner (Can you imagine him being sneaky? He’d fall out of a tree or something)
Bunk of choice:
He’d really really really really like the top bunk, but is okay with bottom. (he’ll just whine for a long time)
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test:
(I know this isn't an RP, more of a fan fiction, but it's what I'm most proud of)
Alin smirked. This was fun. Almost too fun. Watching the faces of his ‘guests’ slip from immeasurable happiness to forlorn sorrow when he told them of the price. But it was only fair wasn’t it? He wasn’t the one with a desire. Alin only fulfilled their wishes, and he definitely isn’t an angel. Or a saint, for that matter. In fact, he had sometimes been called the Devil himself. So he smiled as emotion after emotion flashed by on their faces, unsure of what to do. Should I? Should I not?
It was a look he enjoyed seeing on first-time customer’s faces, unsure if he was lying, tricking them, or otherwise making a fool out of them. Which he was, but they didn’t need to know that, did they?
The blond stood up from his deep velvet coach and made his way over to one of his small, cracked windows, his long patched-coat tails brushed against his furniture as he walked making a strange noise, somewhere between a swish and a soft shushing noise. He twitched back the curtain, watching the busy city life roll on below his small studio apartment, as some people called it. Alin pointedly ignored his guests, making sure to glance back at them every few minutes, just to make sure they hadn’t run off. ‘Now all I need to do is wait. They’ll break eventually’
The street outside was as interesting as always, and he could always learn something from the scene. Even at this time of night –or is it morning now? -- pedestrians were everywhere, he guessed that there were three types of them, some going to work, others returning from it and the third was the night people, those who only came out at night to prowl the streets. Those were the kind that came to him.
But Alin was never one for waiting, and he got impatient quickly, almost jumping around with annoyance. Finally, he turned back around. Though twirled was probably a much better word to describe what he actually did, as he was quite the flamboyant character.
“So? Have you decided yet? Have you?” He practically ran back to the coach, getting completely into the man’s personally space. The man in question shifted awkwardly, as if uncomfortable under the blonde’s unfaltering stare. Which, in perspective, he probably was. And for a good reason, he had been told many times that his almost-red eyes were disturbing to people, even stranger because he wasn’t albino in any way. It made it very interesting to tell horror stories, though, especially the ones that frightened Aleksander. Who was easily frightened anyways, but that really wasn’t the point.
“U-uh,” the man stuttered over his words, not quite ready to make a decision. The man glanced at the floor, the ceiling, anything that wasn’t blond and Romanian.
Alin became impatient and tapped his foot against the floor, accompanying it with a tapping of his long fingers.
“Come on! I have other, more important customers than you!” Alin moved away from his two customers, twirling on one foot again, gesturing to the door, “And if you don’t make up your mind soon, out you go~” The merchants smile was deceptively sweet, and was similar to that of a snake looking at its prey on second glance.
“No!” One of his two guests finally broke under that extreme pressure in the room, standing up and shouting at Alin. It might have been even a little intimidating, if only the man wasn’t almost a foot shorter than his host. The man sighed, readjusting the hat on his head. “Well, I guess that’s all then. Good bye,” He shooed the two out, almost slamming the door behind them, before going to collapse on the same maroon coach they were just occupying. Black boots were placed on a cracked coffee table, and his head relaxed into the back on the coach.
Not that it was very comfortable.
“It’s rude to eavesdrop, you know,” He glanced to his left at the door leading to his more private rooms, such as his bedroom, and his precious office. There, stood a man about as tall as he, slightly shorter, leaning on the door. He wasn’t smiling.
“That wasn’t very nice of you, Alin,”
Alin rolled his eyes at that statement, wondering how his closest friend could be that stupid.
“Its business-“He started to reply, but was cut off by the brunette
“That doesn’t mean you have to torture them. You just enjoy doing that,”
Okay, not so stupid after all. What else to expect from the heir of the Danchev family?
“So, what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“You never come here without a logical reason of some kind, even if it’s only that I haven’t done the dishes in three weeks. So, what do you want Aleks?” Alin crossed his legs; right over left, looking expectantly at the man, now named Aleks.
“You didn’t show up at last night’s meeting. I was worried,” Aleks uncrossed his arms to come stand above where Alin’s head was, looking down at him questioningly. “I thought something had happened,”
Ah.
So that was it. He had wondered if anyone would come looking for him after missing that one meeting, and it looked as if he had been right.
“Don’t tell me you guys missed me did’ja?” He grinned up at Aleks innocently, “Am I of that much importance~”
The man towards whom the impish grin was directed sighed exasperatedly. He really had no idea why Alin took matters into his own hands so often. Like he had today.
“Alin, you are a founder of this revolution. If you don’t show up, people will think something’s happened to you,”
The blonde waved his hand dismissively at the brunette, sitting up and placing his feet back onto his carpeted floor.
“They don’t need me anymore. Your fine on your own,” Aleks put one hand on his face, attempting to calm himself down before responding to Alin.
“We still need you. Just because you aren’t as involved-“this time, it was Aleks’s time to be interrupted, as Alin jumped up angrily, gesturing wildly.
“Involved? How am I involved at all right now!? You didn’t even tell me the new plans for-“
“Is that what this is about? Gosh, you are so childish!”
Alin and Aleks were now head-to-head, their yelling could be heard by everyone within a three block distance. The spat continued for some time, each side unable to complete a full sentence without being interrupted. Finally, both were so out of breath that they had to stop to catch their breathe.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Welcome, fellow magic-user!"]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself:
Um, I’m a kind of quiet person so I might not talk as much, but I can talk a lot when I’m interested in the topic at hand. Like weapons. Or History.
Pairing friendly?:
Pairings? There’s only two of them, and I support both. If I can find them anywhere, considering I’ve read basically every fanfiction that he’s a main character in. They are: Romania X Bulgaria and Romania X Hungary. I’m open to any pairing, and will read most anything. I’m not a huge fan of UsUk, but if it’s good I’ll read it.
Personal note to anyone reading your application:
I’m super excited to start Rp-ing with everyone here!
