Post by [x] Molossia on Jul 28, 2012 16:23:55 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Molossia [Nathaniel Allen Moore]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Molossia switches between alter-egos, and as he does, he also changes his appearance all but entirely. His normal appearance is that of a smiley young man with short black hair going down just past his ears, wearing a collared button-up shirt, and slacks. When in the presence of others, he will immediately slick back his hair in a mohican/pompadour style, drape a military jacket over his shoulders, and pull out a pair of darkly-tinted sunglasses from his pocket to put over his dark blue-gray eyes.
Personality: As mentioned above, Molossia has a habit of switching personalities on a whim. When alone, he can be described as a smiley and cheerful young man. When around others, he immediately flips to defensive, cold, and wrathful. This is generally used as a type of defense mechanism. To go with the mafia-like crime rate in his micronation, Molossia feels the need to put up a front of being a harsh and uncaring mobster.
Often seen as aloof and a loner, Molossia usually has trouble making "friends", or opening up to people in any way, shape, or form. Again, this can be seen as the helpless defense mechanism of an untrusting soul. Deep down, he is sweet and gentle, and is more of a lover than a fighter - although, you'd never be able to tell by having a conversation with him.
He often curses a lot, threatens, and, if you get him really peeved, will flick someone off. Molossia is also ready to punch anyone who messes with him right in the face, but only if they drive him to that point. He very seldomly apologizes, and is not one to forgive and forget.
It is also noteworthy that Molossia enjoys the finer things, such as romantic art, music, and literature. His favorite passtime is to work away in his garden.
Relations with other chars: Once a part of the State of Nevada, Molossia and America can often be seen together. That doesn't necessarily mean they are on good terms. However, it is noted that Molossia is generally more lax and mild around America. One can think of Molossia as America's younger brother, but Molossia does not share the same surname as America, or any of his states.
Molossia is a part of the micronations' circle of friends, whether he wants to be or not. He is close with micronations like Wy, Sealand, Seborga, and others. Keep in mind, this does not mean he is considerate or nice around them. He still continually curses and argues with them, but also tends to be the quiet one sitting in the corner and refusing to participate in group "activities". Once he began hanging around Sealand and the other micronations, Molossia adopted his mobster alter-ego for more extensive periods of time, for fear of being found out as more of a sweetheart than he may show.
Special abilities: Does the power to go from a gentle soul to a complete and utter asshole in about three seconds count as a "special ability"?
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Heavy longsword strapped to his back. Will also carry around a crowbar at his waist, held by his belt. You can never be too careful with these zombies, after all.
Long range weapon of choice: Assault rifle, keeps a lot of ammo with him at all times.
Duty position of your choice: Front Liner.
Bunk of choice: Top, no questions.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (Blargh, too lazy to write a whole new RP test. Here, have a scene from a semi-old USUK fanfic.)
"You damn git!" A heavy English accent rang out all through the bar, causing civilians to look up and eavesdrop. Arthur stood up and pounded his fists on the countertop, causing the lamp that hovered by a string over the two nations to swing. "I am NOOOOOOT Dr-" Arthur hiccupped. "-unk!" Alfred felt all eyes, especially the bartenders', on him and his "drinking partner", Arthur. The lamp that was now swinging around their heads caused the already-dim lighting of the pub to waver. Alfred peered up at Arthur, and his unamused, monotone expression made Arthur's tensed shoulders relax. If Alfred was, for once, not being loud and obnoxious, Arthur knew something was wrong. "England, chill..!" Alfred hushed, grabbing Arthur's sleeve and dragging him back down on the barstool beside him. "Everyone's looking at us..." Alfred's tone lowered drastically to nothing more than a harsh whisper.
Arthur frowned, looking a bit dazed as though he had just snapped to his senses. Alfred pulled his wallet from the pocket of his bomberjacket and took out enough money to pay the tab for Arthur's many drinks, plus a tip for the bartender who had served them. "Come on Arthur, let's go home.." Alfred sighed and slapped the money down on the table, standing up and starting to drag a flailing Arthur out of the bar, who was screaming at the top of his lungs something about a "Britannia Angel".
The walk home was a rather uncomfortable and awkward one. Half the time, Alfred had to drag Arthur down the street by his feet, letting his back drag along the concrete and gravel, getting weird stares from strangers who passed. "America you bloody wanker, get your mits off of me!" Arthur cried out, thrashing about along the ground. Alfred didn't even dignify any of Arthur's shouts with a response, and looked extremely relieved when he saw Arthur's house come into view in the distance.
He wiped his feet on the mat when they got to the doorstep and pulled Arthur inside, practically dropping his "older brother" on the floor by the front door. "Ughh.. y-you git!" Arthur hiccupped again. "Shouldn't you know to treat a gentleman with more respe--" Before he could finish, Alfred knelt down in front of Arthur and grasped his shoulders tightly, slamming his lips into his.
(And that's all you get, because the rest gets pretty sexual. I just picked a random scene from the middle of the page.)
Code in the rules: [Validated by "There is no such thing as reading the rules one too many times."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Hello everybody who already knows me~ It's Argentina. c: Like I said when reserving Molossia; the forces were telling me to roleplay as this handsome micronation. So there.
Pairing friendly?: Will read anything (Yaoi, yuri included), particularly fond of USUK. As for pairings involving Molossia; again, anything. I will pair him with pretty much anyone, no matter how crack-ish. Depends on what happens as the roleplay unfolds, will do whatever the other roleplayer wants to do. Yaoi's perfectly fine. It's my headcanon that Molossia would be submissive in most relationships.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Hi. c: Random Molossia human name is random, I just made up the most badass name I could. I almost made his middle name 'Kickassia'... for... certain reasons.
Also, sorry that this application was so awful that it probably burned your eyes right out of their sockets. It was kinda rushed, and pretty half-assed compared to my Argentina application. XD If anything needs to be fixed (Which I'm kind of expecting, considering how lazy I was with this), I'll go back and do so.
Name: Molossia [Nathaniel Allen Moore]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Molossia switches between alter-egos, and as he does, he also changes his appearance all but entirely. His normal appearance is that of a smiley young man with short black hair going down just past his ears, wearing a collared button-up shirt, and slacks. When in the presence of others, he will immediately slick back his hair in a mohican/pompadour style, drape a military jacket over his shoulders, and pull out a pair of darkly-tinted sunglasses from his pocket to put over his dark blue-gray eyes.
Personality: As mentioned above, Molossia has a habit of switching personalities on a whim. When alone, he can be described as a smiley and cheerful young man. When around others, he immediately flips to defensive, cold, and wrathful. This is generally used as a type of defense mechanism. To go with the mafia-like crime rate in his micronation, Molossia feels the need to put up a front of being a harsh and uncaring mobster.
Often seen as aloof and a loner, Molossia usually has trouble making "friends", or opening up to people in any way, shape, or form. Again, this can be seen as the helpless defense mechanism of an untrusting soul. Deep down, he is sweet and gentle, and is more of a lover than a fighter - although, you'd never be able to tell by having a conversation with him.
He often curses a lot, threatens, and, if you get him really peeved, will flick someone off. Molossia is also ready to punch anyone who messes with him right in the face, but only if they drive him to that point. He very seldomly apologizes, and is not one to forgive and forget.
It is also noteworthy that Molossia enjoys the finer things, such as romantic art, music, and literature. His favorite passtime is to work away in his garden.
Relations with other chars: Once a part of the State of Nevada, Molossia and America can often be seen together. That doesn't necessarily mean they are on good terms. However, it is noted that Molossia is generally more lax and mild around America. One can think of Molossia as America's younger brother, but Molossia does not share the same surname as America, or any of his states.
Molossia is a part of the micronations' circle of friends, whether he wants to be or not. He is close with micronations like Wy, Sealand, Seborga, and others. Keep in mind, this does not mean he is considerate or nice around them. He still continually curses and argues with them, but also tends to be the quiet one sitting in the corner and refusing to participate in group "activities". Once he began hanging around Sealand and the other micronations, Molossia adopted his mobster alter-ego for more extensive periods of time, for fear of being found out as more of a sweetheart than he may show.
Special abilities: Does the power to go from a gentle soul to a complete and utter asshole in about three seconds count as a "special ability"?
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: Heavy longsword strapped to his back. Will also carry around a crowbar at his waist, held by his belt. You can never be too careful with these zombies, after all.
Long range weapon of choice: Assault rifle, keeps a lot of ammo with him at all times.
Duty position of your choice: Front Liner.
Bunk of choice: Top, no questions.
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: (Blargh, too lazy to write a whole new RP test. Here, have a scene from a semi-old USUK fanfic.)
"You damn git!" A heavy English accent rang out all through the bar, causing civilians to look up and eavesdrop. Arthur stood up and pounded his fists on the countertop, causing the lamp that hovered by a string over the two nations to swing. "I am NOOOOOOT Dr-" Arthur hiccupped. "-unk!" Alfred felt all eyes, especially the bartenders', on him and his "drinking partner", Arthur. The lamp that was now swinging around their heads caused the already-dim lighting of the pub to waver. Alfred peered up at Arthur, and his unamused, monotone expression made Arthur's tensed shoulders relax. If Alfred was, for once, not being loud and obnoxious, Arthur knew something was wrong. "England, chill..!" Alfred hushed, grabbing Arthur's sleeve and dragging him back down on the barstool beside him. "Everyone's looking at us..." Alfred's tone lowered drastically to nothing more than a harsh whisper.
Arthur frowned, looking a bit dazed as though he had just snapped to his senses. Alfred pulled his wallet from the pocket of his bomberjacket and took out enough money to pay the tab for Arthur's many drinks, plus a tip for the bartender who had served them. "Come on Arthur, let's go home.." Alfred sighed and slapped the money down on the table, standing up and starting to drag a flailing Arthur out of the bar, who was screaming at the top of his lungs something about a "Britannia Angel".
The walk home was a rather uncomfortable and awkward one. Half the time, Alfred had to drag Arthur down the street by his feet, letting his back drag along the concrete and gravel, getting weird stares from strangers who passed. "America you bloody wanker, get your mits off of me!" Arthur cried out, thrashing about along the ground. Alfred didn't even dignify any of Arthur's shouts with a response, and looked extremely relieved when he saw Arthur's house come into view in the distance.
He wiped his feet on the mat when they got to the doorstep and pulled Arthur inside, practically dropping his "older brother" on the floor by the front door. "Ughh.. y-you git!" Arthur hiccupped again. "Shouldn't you know to treat a gentleman with more respe--" Before he could finish, Alfred knelt down in front of Arthur and grasped his shoulders tightly, slamming his lips into his.
(And that's all you get, because the rest gets pretty sexual. I just picked a random scene from the middle of the page.)
Code in the rules: [Validated by "There is no such thing as reading the rules one too many times."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Hello everybody who already knows me~ It's Argentina. c: Like I said when reserving Molossia; the forces were telling me to roleplay as this handsome micronation. So there.
Pairing friendly?: Will read anything (Yaoi, yuri included), particularly fond of USUK. As for pairings involving Molossia; again, anything. I will pair him with pretty much anyone, no matter how crack-ish. Depends on what happens as the roleplay unfolds, will do whatever the other roleplayer wants to do. Yaoi's perfectly fine. It's my headcanon that Molossia would be submissive in most relationships.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: Hi. c: Random Molossia human name is random, I just made up the most badass name I could. I almost made his middle name 'Kickassia'... for... certain reasons.
Also, sorry that this application was so awful that it probably burned your eyes right out of their sockets. It was kinda rushed, and pretty half-assed compared to my Argentina application. XD If anything needs to be fixed (Which I'm kind of expecting, considering how lazy I was with this), I'll go back and do so.