Post by Poland on Feb 11, 2011 13:44:50 GMT -8
Character Information
Country Name: Republic Of Poland
Human Name: Feliks £ukasiewicz
Gender: Male
... biologically he is, but mentally... well that's another matter entirely.
Appearance:
As far as height goes, he is fairly average. When compared to the likes of Russia, of course he's going to seem small and insignificant, who wouldn't? His build seems to leave something to be desired, and perhaps adds to the reasoning behind his lack of physical prowess, he is quite skinny, not that he's complaining about it either. Like many others he has some nasty scars, most of which have faded with age, and are kept hidden from the eyes of others.
He has pin-straight blond hair cut just below his chin, that sometimes gets tied up in odd positions or brushed behind an ear. It might be a habit, or just something to amuse him, but he is often found flicking his hair to the side. His eyes are a shockingly bright shade of green. From behind he is often easily mistaken for a female due too his traits, not that he would care any ways, in fact it is quite possible that is what he wants.
His most common outfit consists of an olive green uniform, the seeves folded at his elbows, taking a greenish grey hue. The jacket his divided by a brown belt at his midsection, held tight by a silver buckle. Over top of the bottoms he has knee high brown boots, with the top of the foot a lighter brown. Part of the time he wears a matching olive green capelet over top of the jacket.
Personality:
At first, a most shocking trait he exhibits is an overall shyness. It is perhaps not actually being shy, but a weariness of those around him. The only bad thing about it is it doesn’t last very long. Once he warms up to you, there is no escape.
Overall he seems to be just a regular, rather dim witted ‘teen’ personality wise. All be it the wrong gender of personality he seemed to get. It’s his “all about me” attitude that turns most people away, but it’s quite hard to avoid it when near him. Like a bird he’s constantly making sure not a single ‘feather’ lay out of place. He expects the best from others, and naturally of himself. Of course these traits lead to him being rather immature, filling his head with sweet nothings, and well, quite literally nothing. Thinking before he does something is almost unheard of. It is debatable he has ever thought about his actions before acting, but somehow it worked out for him in the end.
He indirectly has an incredibly possessive nature, perhaps because he wishes to protect what is his, or an actual slight caring nature hidden somewhere. Though asking him to help with something is a bout as helpful as asking a brick wall to fall over of its own will. It won’t happen. If and when he fights, he fights for his own reasons, and his own causes. Nothing more, nothing less.
Likes:
+ While he was a weird way of showing it, he does seem to have quite a fondness for Lithuania.
+ Dressing up is a hobby of his, even if it's in clothing of the opposite gender.
+ Gossip spreads like a wildfire when you're around him, and half the time it's not useless banter.
+ He must like the sound of his own voice since he is always talking. That or he doesn't realize people generally aren't listening.
+ You would have to really like ponies to buy ten thousand of them.
Dislikes:
- Any one who hurts his 'friends' is considered lower than the sole of his boot.And their capital will become Warsaw.
- His dislike for Russia is no big secret.
- He's not thrilled with the idea of fighting. He avoids it if at all possible.
- A slight paranoia makes him antsy when he's alone. It's not bad enough to be a fear, but it's notable enough that it's there.
-European politics, they make him gasy.
Strengths:
x While he may not be the strongest, he still manges to rebound from a lose, 'like a pheonix'.
x He's either really thick skulled or genuinly has next to no fears.
x Somehow he manages to remain optimistic almost all the time.
Weaknesses:
x He isn't exactly the strongest one kicking around.
x A bit of an air head, okay, maybe not just a bit of one.
x He is incredibally self centered, and generally thinks he's the greatest thing ever.
x He has a habit of not thinking things through fully. He does, then thinks about it a bit.
Fears:
x While he is a bit of a hard head, he still gets paranoid when Russia and Germany are together. He gets worried they will rip him apart.
x He never wants to lose everything he has left.
x Being forgotten would be the end of him,and his ego.
What happened before and shortly after the apocalypse?:
Cries of regret, sorrow, pain, defiance, they all echoed in the Poles mind. None of the thoughts his own, but they all resounded so strongly with in him that they felt like it. He wasn’t sure what to do, or what he even could do. He hadn’t prepared at all, and the government was in shambles over what to do. For once, the otherwise fearless nation ached with agonizing terror. He didn’t want to watch everything melt away, everything he worked for torn away as if it was nothing at all.
At first it was just a fierce wind, the faint echoes of tremors in other countries, but then it grew. Objects that normally would sit firm flew past outside, some crashing into the side of the building he called home. Screams echoed from all around him, be them in his head or right outside, it was all he could hear. Shivers ripped through him as the snow came. It was a harsh torrent, like a thick blanket laying itself over the country. He found his knees huddled at his chest, back pressed against the wall. He wanted to help, their agony was worse than hell, but the snow and wind made it impossible to even get outside. He could hear parts of the building being torn away by the hungry wind, everything he once stood for being pummelled into the ground.
Days passed, his gut twisted in agony. Their hunger and pain was all he knew, and day after day he wondered, where were they? Those who had survived the hell, where did they go? Finally daring himself to get up he tested his legs. After days of not daring to move, they were sore and wobbled under even his pitiful weight. Approaching a window he brushed away the faint fog that clung to it, but instantly regretted it. The glass was cracked slightly, and a dried red crust plastered the cracks. On the other side, buried in a wall of snow, was the gored face of a person. How many others had died like this? Violently thrown to their deaths? The thought caused him to gag, bringing a gloved hand to his mouth. Dry heaves ripped through his body, wheezing ripping with each breath.
Sure he hadn’t been terribly religious as of late, but even he got down on his knees and leaned his forehead against the window. He whispered to the air, a prayer for those who survived, and a blessing for those who did not. With a grim look he glanced back to the face. Placing his hand over the cracked glass he closed his eyes. “You totally didn’t deserve that.” He looked away, gut tied even tighter. How where the other countries faring? He prayed that it was only him, and that no one else had suffered this, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t just him. His selfish side was tossed aside as he curiously wondered about Lithuania, and then Russia. He couldn’t help but wonder if even the behemoth of a nation lay in ruins. If the damage in his own land was this bad, he could only begin to imagine how bad it was in the other countries.
What are your character's top priorities and goals?
o1) Find Lithuania
He wont admit it, but now that he nearly lost everything he realized the value of a good friend
o2) Reform the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth
In hopes of becoming strong once again, and keeping his allies and friends close
o3) Overall just survive
It's only natural to want to prolong your existance
o4) Regain everything that was lost
Return himself to his former position in the world
o5) Avoid being taken over
That means you Russia
Sample Post:
It wasn’t an overly gloomy day, but even the decent weather the blond could not truly enjoy himself. Germany was becoming increasingly persistent in his demands for Danzig. He rejected the demands, for fear he would lose everything he was. How could he say yes? The other countries failed to see it, but he knew something was horrible wrong. France seemed convinced any problems could be solved diplomatically, but they weren’t his troops. A faint sigh escaped him, brushing his hair to the side.
Faint footsteps echoed down the hall; somewhere out of sight another stalked the shadows. A slight paranoia guided him to a nearby room, one with a phone. There was a heavy sound of footsteps as the owner got closer, he left the door ajar and leaned casually at the entry. “You!” To his surprise the large soldier that stood before him was not one of his own, but in fact it was Germany once again. Why would he be here? He had said before negotiations were over, so it wasn’t for that. Then, there was only other option. He found himself moving closer to the phone. “I have, like, no idea what you want. But, you totally know where the door is.” He lifted the phone up, a faint beeping escaping. But before he could lift it there was a gloved hand slammed on the phone, and a knife at his throat.
‘Did you honestly think you could get away with attack me?’
Attack?! He hadn’t made a single move, let alone an attack. He ripped apart his memories, when had there been any attacks on Germany? He remained calm, staring at the blade. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But before he could make sense of anything else he was knocked over, hand taking the phone off the receiver. It clattered as it hit the table, but it had dialled. In the pain of hitting the ground he missed who ever answered the phone. “Britain, France!” He yelled, trying to get back up again. “It’s him!” He was knocked back down by a swift kick to the side. He tried to glare up at the larger blond, only to get a boot to the face.
‘Don’t look at me, untermensch.’
He growled and grasped his nose, blood trickling over his gloves. “What do you want?” There was silence. “Danzig? What! Tell me!” There was another pause, it drove him mad. He managed to sit up now, with a fair amount of effort.
‘You see, you are… in the way you see.’
His eyes snapped wide, in the way… he knew all to well what happened to those who got in the way.
‘Now please surrender.’
He kept a fairly calm face, and glared back. “Never.” His eyes traveled to the phone, but he was knocked down again. “Gyah!” He was pinned down by a heavy foot. “Britain, France, where are you?!” He managed to howl from under the weight on his chest. Everything was foggy, he couldn’t really make anything out. But somewhere between the foot being removed from his chest, and his breathing returning to normal, war had been declared on Germany. A whimper escaped him as he pulled himself to at least crouch. One leg slipped to the side, but he straightened out. His eyes widened a bit as some one else showed up, their massive size made him slightly relieved, but wondering, why him? Why Russia?
'You're late.'
No.. it couldn't be, it had to be a joke. He found himself laughing between coughs. It had to be a joke, it just had too. Russia was working with Germany.
Misc. Information
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time ( GTM -5 )
Did you read the rules? Rules, those are like, for squares, but heeeey England, you should totally come and visit again, I will like, make you more tea! We could totally be best buds, right brat?
Favorite Pairing: HI. I'm Ms. One Pairing, pleasure to meet you. I generally have one pairing per character...it'sreallyweird BUT Poland and Liet~ Likewise with other characters, DenNor, SuFin, USUK (but I never admited that shhhh) BelaRuss (They say that's because of my personality...) I am always open to new pairings, but generally don't try and change my mind about one I already have... it just doesn't work.
