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Oct. 1st, 2012 02:00 pmOOC INFORMATION
Player: Gil
Age: 24
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IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Prussia
Age: Something around 1000-2000 years. Appears to be in his early 20s.
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern day from Oct 2012
Species: Nation
Gender: Male
Orientation: Nation? There aren’t a lot of female Nations. He definitely has interest in Hungary, but he thought that she was a boy for a fair amount of their history. If asked, he’d say straight, but he’s definitely more bi/pansexual. He might complain if he’s put with a man for appearances sake, but if he gets paired with a woman he’ll be sleeping on the sofa and/or floor in case he accidentally touches her.
History: Hetalia wiki page
Wiki page
Appearance: A tad shorter than average (and his brother) and wiry, due to malnutrition in his youth. He has spiky white hair and red eyes, and a shit eating grin.
Personality: Prussia thinks of himself as bigger than he is, physically, socially and as a Nation, and nothing illustrates this better than the claim that his dick is five metres long. You don’t need a degree in biology to work out how that wouldn’t work, but try and point out the logical flaws and he’ll punch you and/or put his fingers in his ears. He’s a brawler, getting into fights at the drop of a hat, and for hundreds of years that was how he survived: by kicking anyone that he could. Needless to say, his adjustment to modern life wasn’t smooth, although the whole Berlin Wall thing hardly helped. He’s not a nice man to be around: he’s rude and blunt and regularly fights even with the people that he loves, like his brother Germany. He’s obsessed with himself, considering himself cool and awesome – so cool, in fact, that he used the term back when he was a Teutonic knight, because he’s just that ahead of the crowd.
Occasionally, though, it is possible to get glimpses of his personality underneath that. He’s written a diary every day for as long as anyone can remember, proof of his tenacious dedication. He can clean just as well as his brother, but it comes in bursts: normally only happening when he’s sure that no one else is paying attention. And likewise, when he works, he works hard, and with determination to complete his task, no matter how long it’ll take, though he would deny working at all if you asked him. Even though he doesn’t have a Nation any more, he’s worked since the wall fell, both under Germany and for humans (though those jobs rarely lasted for long, his bruiser personality jarring too easily with people who don’t know him better). As a young Nation he was almost fanatical in his religious fever, dedicated to God almost as much as he was to his Nation, but over the years that’s faded away. He still feels a little guilt, attending church occasionally and hanging around awkwardly at the back, but he very rarely prays any more.
He’s a bit of a nerd in modern day terms, reading manga and keeping a blog. He can be gullible as well, buying China and Hong Kong’s panda bears because he thinks they’ll keep him happy. He has a weakness for cute things, like the chick that he keeps but so often forgets about, and the Italy brothers. But under all of this, he’s lonely. No longer a proper Nation, he gets left out of a lot of things that he was once very much involved in, and he doesn’t have a proper place in the world any more. Even though he has a lot of close friends, it’s easy to see that he likes them more than they like him, partly because he can never put his barriers down for long enough to let them in. Like most other things, though, he would deny that, claiming that he does just fine on his own. He doesn’t even like to admit it to himself, just like he wouldn’t like to admit that he dwells a little too much on his glory days, living through his memories of his past self, and a little through his brother as well, whom he’s proud of even if he won’t say it out loud.
Abilities: Like all Nations, Prussia is immortal; his health and life are tied into his Nation, and since his Nation has been technically dead for a while, he doesn’t even have to worry about economic crashes any more. Don’t even ask why he isn’t dead, he’ll just claim he’s too awesome to die, and anyone else would say that no one else will take him.
Other:
SAMPLES
First Person: Well, there have to be some bright sides to this place. And right now, Prussia is considering that as he stands on the porch, swinging his keys in his hand. There's a grin on his face that means trouble, and his red eyes are focus on one thing. The car that's parked out there on the drive.
No Germany to complain about his driving here.
Prussia lets out a little crow of triumph and practically skips over to check it out. All right, so it appears to be an American model, which means it's massive, and the handling's going to be shit, but Prussia can deal with that because he has a car.
After struggling to get the engine started, almost backing into the front door, and having it cut out on him all before he even hits the road, the enthusiasm should have died a little, but as soon as he hits the road he's grinning like a lunatic again, and driving like one too. Right until he rear ends someone and the air bag inflates, making him shriek.
When he extracts himself he finds himself confronted by a much bigger man, but that doesn't stop the Nation from squaring up to him, puffing himself up not unlike an angry cat. "Oi, watch where you're going!"
"You drove into me!"
"Yeah, well, if your fat arse wasn't going so slow maybe I wouldn't have!" The other man throws the first punch, but Prussia doesn't care, grinning even more madly as ever as he rolls with it, finding his footing and then punching back with more force than his skinny form should be able to. He knows where to place the punches to make it hurt. By now they've attracted a crowd, but Prussia just puffs himself up more, showing off. This is almost more fun than driving. "Come on then!"
Third Person: [Prussia's looking rather beaten and bruised, but he's smirking to himself as he addresses the computer, obviously proud of himself.]
Today I was awesome! Although, just saying, the cars are pretty shit. Got a nice turn of speed on 'em, but they're nothing compared to the ones that we make at home. Kept cutting out on me. [And obviously that can't be anything to do with his driving ability.]
Had a bit of a fight as well. I guess it doesn't look too good [well, that's one way to put it; he can barely open one eye, and there's still a bit of blood around his nose], but you should have seen the other guy! He won't be walking for months, I'm telling you! And he ran off like a little girl. No one can stand in the way of the awesome Prussia~! [He attempts to fist pump, but instantly regrets it, tensing and biting his lip.]
Although you know what else is awesome? Ice packs. I can endure awesomely low temperatures, you know. Really, really low.
So does anyone know where I can get one? 'Cause I want to prove it, not because I need 'em! I've had worse than this! Had an arm cut off before! [For once he's not exaggerating.] Was barely even a scratch. And this is nothing!
Really!
[As he reaches to end the message there's a tiny, bitten back mewl of pain though, a sign that things are perhaps a little more painful than he'd like you to believe.]
OTHER
Housing Request?: If possible, I’d prefer to have him reassigned
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: No
Player: Gil
Age: 24
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IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Prussia
Age: Something around 1000-2000 years. Appears to be in his early 20s.
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Canon Point: Modern day from Oct 2012
Species: Nation
Gender: Male
Orientation: Nation? There aren’t a lot of female Nations. He definitely has interest in Hungary, but he thought that she was a boy for a fair amount of their history. If asked, he’d say straight, but he’s definitely more bi/pansexual. He might complain if he’s put with a man for appearances sake, but if he gets paired with a woman he’ll be sleeping on the sofa and/or floor in case he accidentally touches her.
History: Hetalia wiki page
Wiki page
Appearance: A tad shorter than average (and his brother) and wiry, due to malnutrition in his youth. He has spiky white hair and red eyes, and a shit eating grin.
Personality: Prussia thinks of himself as bigger than he is, physically, socially and as a Nation, and nothing illustrates this better than the claim that his dick is five metres long. You don’t need a degree in biology to work out how that wouldn’t work, but try and point out the logical flaws and he’ll punch you and/or put his fingers in his ears. He’s a brawler, getting into fights at the drop of a hat, and for hundreds of years that was how he survived: by kicking anyone that he could. Needless to say, his adjustment to modern life wasn’t smooth, although the whole Berlin Wall thing hardly helped. He’s not a nice man to be around: he’s rude and blunt and regularly fights even with the people that he loves, like his brother Germany. He’s obsessed with himself, considering himself cool and awesome – so cool, in fact, that he used the term back when he was a Teutonic knight, because he’s just that ahead of the crowd.
Occasionally, though, it is possible to get glimpses of his personality underneath that. He’s written a diary every day for as long as anyone can remember, proof of his tenacious dedication. He can clean just as well as his brother, but it comes in bursts: normally only happening when he’s sure that no one else is paying attention. And likewise, when he works, he works hard, and with determination to complete his task, no matter how long it’ll take, though he would deny working at all if you asked him. Even though he doesn’t have a Nation any more, he’s worked since the wall fell, both under Germany and for humans (though those jobs rarely lasted for long, his bruiser personality jarring too easily with people who don’t know him better). As a young Nation he was almost fanatical in his religious fever, dedicated to God almost as much as he was to his Nation, but over the years that’s faded away. He still feels a little guilt, attending church occasionally and hanging around awkwardly at the back, but he very rarely prays any more.
He’s a bit of a nerd in modern day terms, reading manga and keeping a blog. He can be gullible as well, buying China and Hong Kong’s panda bears because he thinks they’ll keep him happy. He has a weakness for cute things, like the chick that he keeps but so often forgets about, and the Italy brothers. But under all of this, he’s lonely. No longer a proper Nation, he gets left out of a lot of things that he was once very much involved in, and he doesn’t have a proper place in the world any more. Even though he has a lot of close friends, it’s easy to see that he likes them more than they like him, partly because he can never put his barriers down for long enough to let them in. Like most other things, though, he would deny that, claiming that he does just fine on his own. He doesn’t even like to admit it to himself, just like he wouldn’t like to admit that he dwells a little too much on his glory days, living through his memories of his past self, and a little through his brother as well, whom he’s proud of even if he won’t say it out loud.
Abilities: Like all Nations, Prussia is immortal; his health and life are tied into his Nation, and since his Nation has been technically dead for a while, he doesn’t even have to worry about economic crashes any more. Don’t even ask why he isn’t dead, he’ll just claim he’s too awesome to die, and anyone else would say that no one else will take him.
Other:
SAMPLES
First Person: Well, there have to be some bright sides to this place. And right now, Prussia is considering that as he stands on the porch, swinging his keys in his hand. There's a grin on his face that means trouble, and his red eyes are focus on one thing. The car that's parked out there on the drive.
No Germany to complain about his driving here.
Prussia lets out a little crow of triumph and practically skips over to check it out. All right, so it appears to be an American model, which means it's massive, and the handling's going to be shit, but Prussia can deal with that because he has a car.
After struggling to get the engine started, almost backing into the front door, and having it cut out on him all before he even hits the road, the enthusiasm should have died a little, but as soon as he hits the road he's grinning like a lunatic again, and driving like one too. Right until he rear ends someone and the air bag inflates, making him shriek.
When he extracts himself he finds himself confronted by a much bigger man, but that doesn't stop the Nation from squaring up to him, puffing himself up not unlike an angry cat. "Oi, watch where you're going!"
"You drove into me!"
"Yeah, well, if your fat arse wasn't going so slow maybe I wouldn't have!" The other man throws the first punch, but Prussia doesn't care, grinning even more madly as ever as he rolls with it, finding his footing and then punching back with more force than his skinny form should be able to. He knows where to place the punches to make it hurt. By now they've attracted a crowd, but Prussia just puffs himself up more, showing off. This is almost more fun than driving. "Come on then!"
Third Person: [Prussia's looking rather beaten and bruised, but he's smirking to himself as he addresses the computer, obviously proud of himself.]
Today I was awesome! Although, just saying, the cars are pretty shit. Got a nice turn of speed on 'em, but they're nothing compared to the ones that we make at home. Kept cutting out on me. [And obviously that can't be anything to do with his driving ability.]
Had a bit of a fight as well. I guess it doesn't look too good [well, that's one way to put it; he can barely open one eye, and there's still a bit of blood around his nose], but you should have seen the other guy! He won't be walking for months, I'm telling you! And he ran off like a little girl. No one can stand in the way of the awesome Prussia~! [He attempts to fist pump, but instantly regrets it, tensing and biting his lip.]
Although you know what else is awesome? Ice packs. I can endure awesomely low temperatures, you know. Really, really low.
So does anyone know where I can get one? 'Cause I want to prove it, not because I need 'em! I've had worse than this! Had an arm cut off before! [For once he's not exaggerating.] Was barely even a scratch. And this is nothing!
Really!
[As he reaches to end the message there's a tiny, bitten back mewl of pain though, a sign that things are perhaps a little more painful than he'd like you to believe.]
OTHER
Housing Request?: If possible, I’d prefer to have him reassigned
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: No
