Post by San Marino on Jan 31, 2013 19:01:08 GMT -5
Name: San Marino [Francesca Cesarina Vargas]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Francesca is a short young woman barely able to make it past Feliciano and Romano's height. She resembles the two greatly being their little sister though she seems to have gained Feliciano's fair skin while gaining Romano's darker hair color but it seems to be more simular to France's than thiers. Her eyes are an olive green and has a curl like her brothers only her's is on the top of her head and has three distinct bumbs to symbolize her three mountains.
Though she is all about neutrality, Francesca likes to don her nations old army uniform that consists of a dark green long sleeved shirt with scarlet red cuffs and collar, a black belt that it wrapped around the waist and seven golden buttons that line down on either side of the chest. She wears a pair of scarlet red pants and black boots to complete the ensamble. She wears her long hair pulled back with a scarlet red ribbon. She wears this because France told her he loved it on her when they spent time together during the Napoleanic Wars.
When she is not buisy with affairs she will wear a fancier dress that consists of her nation's two colors, blue and white. She wears a short blue sundress with a medium white sleeved top under it and white triming at the dress' skirt. Her legs are covered by black stockings and white dress shoes. When in this outfit she lets her hair down save for one blue ribbon that she ties towards her right side.
Personality: San Marino is small and weak like her two brothers but is a fighter and will keep up a fight until she eventually calls for someone to save her. She is a very diplomatic young lady who likes to keep everything neutral since she hates war and fighting since she always seems to lose without someone's help.
Though she might appear serious at first she is actually very childlike and finds that cute things are her weakness. She likes to stay as calm and dignified as possible yet finds herself succumbed to childish antics. She seems like a very modest girl but seems to be rather vain seeing how at a party she likes to the center of attention.
When she gets mad at someone like Romano she threatens to hurt them like "I'd knock you into next Tuesday!" But usually ends her speils with an excuse of why she can't like "But I've just got my nails done!"
She strives to be a polite young lady and has very good manners though she does tend to cuss at random people or to comment on something she likes or dislikes.
Relationships with other Characters:
North Italy and Romano: The two are her big brothers who seem to like to aggrivate her. She gets espcially annoyed with Italy because he constantly wants to conquer her land! With Romano she seems to get along with the most and admits he is her favorite of the two. They seem to have fun just casually cussing each other out. Though they both can get on her nerves, she still loves them and would do anything to help them out if they needed her assistance.
France: He is Francesca's oldest brother. Their realtionship when she was still a baby was vague and practically none exsistant. However, during the Napoleonic Wars he started to take notice of her and became very much fond of his little sister and still is today. She loves her big brother dearly and claims that out of all of them he is the one that she favors most.
America: The two have been very good friends since her nation had made President Abraham Lincoln an honorary citizen. She enjoys his company and often comes to visit him at his home.
Malta and Monaco: Francesa's two best friends. When she has free time she will visit them to play cards or to stare at the sky and cloud watch.
Seborga: She likes him and thinks that he is cool to hang out with but can not seems to understand nor like the fact he is a womanizer and that he is constantly trying to 'get with her'.
England: Their relationship is vague but she can be seen making fun of his eyebrows from afar or defending France from him in usually a verbal battle where she loves to cuss him out with every single insult known to man.
Special abilities: None that are known...but she is good at making pasta like Italy...
Short rang weapon of choice: Rapier
Long range weapon of choice: Bow and Arrow, assult rifle.
Duty position of your choice: Scout! [since you only have three of them!]
Bunk of Choice: Anything is fine thank you...
Sample RP test:
Blaire had never ran as fast as she did that night. She was a simple girl; a senior in the Bronx High school of Visual Arts, the kind of girl that always crammed for finals and got straight As in her classes. Some called her plan; she had long black hair, constantly pulled up, green eyes covered by a pair of round glasses, and wore the same white button up shirt and gray skirt everyday, making her unnoticed among her peers. However, that night she was noticed very well. As the lone white girl walking the dark streets of the East Bronx. That night, the smartest girl in her class made one fatal mistake; locking eye contact with a local gang of Latino thugs. Then began the chase.
It felt like she had been running forever, moving at an impossible speed, her vision blurred as she darted like a bat out of hell. "Leave me alone!" She screamed, trying to escape the thugs by any means necessary. She had dropped her backpack along the way as well as her notes, but none would slow them down from their goal. She rounded a corner as she began to make her way to the Bronx Botanical Garden. Surely there she could evade her chasers; she just had to.
With in the Bronx Gardens there was a famous rose garden. It was a lovely national monument filled with the most beautiful assortments of roses, all trimmed, none with a single wilted bloom; a flawless work of natural beauty. The gates at night were always locked tight to keep intruders out of this sanctuary, but tonight, under the pale moon's seductive glow, sat an unexpected visitor. The Guest looked among the flowers with a look of love in his dark eyes, his gaze admiring the white rose; a symbol of purity. Yes, the Guest seemed to be enjoying his monthly visit until his sharp ears caught wind of heavy steps approaching fast. A smile began to touch his lips. "Oh how wonderful...It will be nice to have some company, hopefully company with a certain taste...
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Stop making fun of my perfectly respectable eyebrows >:I"]
About youself: Nothing much to say! ;D
Pairing friendly?: Though San Marino hates it I for one LOVE FrUK...I also love Spain x Romano, France x Spain, Prussia x Austria, USUK, Germany x Italy, Russia x Lithuania and France x Seychelles...
I am not a fan of England x Japan, Greece x Japan, America x Lithuania...or England x Seychelles...
Personal not to anyone reading your application: LET'S GET THIS FIESTA STARTED!
Gender: Female
Appearance: Francesca is a short young woman barely able to make it past Feliciano and Romano's height. She resembles the two greatly being their little sister though she seems to have gained Feliciano's fair skin while gaining Romano's darker hair color but it seems to be more simular to France's than thiers. Her eyes are an olive green and has a curl like her brothers only her's is on the top of her head and has three distinct bumbs to symbolize her three mountains.
Though she is all about neutrality, Francesca likes to don her nations old army uniform that consists of a dark green long sleeved shirt with scarlet red cuffs and collar, a black belt that it wrapped around the waist and seven golden buttons that line down on either side of the chest. She wears a pair of scarlet red pants and black boots to complete the ensamble. She wears her long hair pulled back with a scarlet red ribbon. She wears this because France told her he loved it on her when they spent time together during the Napoleanic Wars.
When she is not buisy with affairs she will wear a fancier dress that consists of her nation's two colors, blue and white. She wears a short blue sundress with a medium white sleeved top under it and white triming at the dress' skirt. Her legs are covered by black stockings and white dress shoes. When in this outfit she lets her hair down save for one blue ribbon that she ties towards her right side.
Personality: San Marino is small and weak like her two brothers but is a fighter and will keep up a fight until she eventually calls for someone to save her. She is a very diplomatic young lady who likes to keep everything neutral since she hates war and fighting since she always seems to lose without someone's help.
Though she might appear serious at first she is actually very childlike and finds that cute things are her weakness. She likes to stay as calm and dignified as possible yet finds herself succumbed to childish antics. She seems like a very modest girl but seems to be rather vain seeing how at a party she likes to the center of attention.
When she gets mad at someone like Romano she threatens to hurt them like "I'd knock you into next Tuesday!" But usually ends her speils with an excuse of why she can't like "But I've just got my nails done!"
She strives to be a polite young lady and has very good manners though she does tend to cuss at random people or to comment on something she likes or dislikes.
Relationships with other Characters:
North Italy and Romano: The two are her big brothers who seem to like to aggrivate her. She gets espcially annoyed with Italy because he constantly wants to conquer her land! With Romano she seems to get along with the most and admits he is her favorite of the two. They seem to have fun just casually cussing each other out. Though they both can get on her nerves, she still loves them and would do anything to help them out if they needed her assistance.
France: He is Francesca's oldest brother. Their realtionship when she was still a baby was vague and practically none exsistant. However, during the Napoleonic Wars he started to take notice of her and became very much fond of his little sister and still is today. She loves her big brother dearly and claims that out of all of them he is the one that she favors most.
America: The two have been very good friends since her nation had made President Abraham Lincoln an honorary citizen. She enjoys his company and often comes to visit him at his home.
Malta and Monaco: Francesa's two best friends. When she has free time she will visit them to play cards or to stare at the sky and cloud watch.
Seborga: She likes him and thinks that he is cool to hang out with but can not seems to understand nor like the fact he is a womanizer and that he is constantly trying to 'get with her'.
England: Their relationship is vague but she can be seen making fun of his eyebrows from afar or defending France from him in usually a verbal battle where she loves to cuss him out with every single insult known to man.
Special abilities: None that are known...but she is good at making pasta like Italy...
Short rang weapon of choice: Rapier
Long range weapon of choice: Bow and Arrow, assult rifle.
Duty position of your choice: Scout! [since you only have three of them!]
Bunk of Choice: Anything is fine thank you...
Sample RP test:
Blaire had never ran as fast as she did that night. She was a simple girl; a senior in the Bronx High school of Visual Arts, the kind of girl that always crammed for finals and got straight As in her classes. Some called her plan; she had long black hair, constantly pulled up, green eyes covered by a pair of round glasses, and wore the same white button up shirt and gray skirt everyday, making her unnoticed among her peers. However, that night she was noticed very well. As the lone white girl walking the dark streets of the East Bronx. That night, the smartest girl in her class made one fatal mistake; locking eye contact with a local gang of Latino thugs. Then began the chase.
It felt like she had been running forever, moving at an impossible speed, her vision blurred as she darted like a bat out of hell. "Leave me alone!" She screamed, trying to escape the thugs by any means necessary. She had dropped her backpack along the way as well as her notes, but none would slow them down from their goal. She rounded a corner as she began to make her way to the Bronx Botanical Garden. Surely there she could evade her chasers; she just had to.
With in the Bronx Gardens there was a famous rose garden. It was a lovely national monument filled with the most beautiful assortments of roses, all trimmed, none with a single wilted bloom; a flawless work of natural beauty. The gates at night were always locked tight to keep intruders out of this sanctuary, but tonight, under the pale moon's seductive glow, sat an unexpected visitor. The Guest looked among the flowers with a look of love in his dark eyes, his gaze admiring the white rose; a symbol of purity. Yes, the Guest seemed to be enjoying his monthly visit until his sharp ears caught wind of heavy steps approaching fast. A smile began to touch his lips. "Oh how wonderful...It will be nice to have some company, hopefully company with a certain taste...
Code in the rules: [Validated by "Stop making fun of my perfectly respectable eyebrows >:I"]
About youself: Nothing much to say! ;D
Pairing friendly?: Though San Marino hates it I for one LOVE FrUK...I also love Spain x Romano, France x Spain, Prussia x Austria, USUK, Germany x Italy, Russia x Lithuania and France x Seychelles...
I am not a fan of England x Japan, Greece x Japan, America x Lithuania...or England x Seychelles...
Personal not to anyone reading your application: LET'S GET THIS FIESTA STARTED!
