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High-functioning Ladykiller
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 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:22 pm
~RULES~
1} Remember, you can only control your own character. If you have something planned, get permission from the other person.
2} Please be nice to other people.
3} This is a literate and 14-A RP. Anything other then kissing or hugging and keeping clothes on (to a point, due to France), take it away... I don't want to read that stuff.
4} Edit: You may have up to five characters each, but please keep then separate by color.
5} People who post characters in here won't be allowed in my RP. Please be patient and don't make me delete it. That also goes for if your character is not accepted yet.
6} Post only in the 'Say' style. I don't like the others. Also, use size 10 font.
7} Please have a ton of fun and I can add other rules later.
Note: When posting, italicize thoughts and "bold dialogue."
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:25 pm
~Character Profile Guide~Put your profile here. Remember the rules, look back if you can't remember. Here's the Profile Guide.[imgmap] [malformed url] [/imgmap]
[b]Username:[/b]
[Your Gaian name.]
[b] Common Country Name[/b]
[What you’re normally called]
[b]Name:[/b]
[Human name]
[b]Birthday:[/b]
[Date of Birth]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[Male/Female]
[i][b]~Looks~[/b][/i]
[b]Hair:[/b]
[What your hair color(s) is/are now, or what shades it turns. Also, the style.]
[b]Eyes:[/b]
[What your eyes color(s) is/are now, or what colors it turns.]
[b]Skin tone:[/b]
[Color of skin.]
[b]Clothing style:[/b]
[Style of clothing]
[b]Height:[/b]
[In feet and inches, please.]
[b]Addition Appearance:[/b]
[Any added features.]
[b]Image:[/b]
[If your image is to big, or if you have other images of your [i]character they can go here, but in URL please.]
[i][b]~About Character~[/b][/i]
[b]Friends[/b]
[The countries you have a relatively friendly relationship with]
[b]Enemies:[/b]
[The countries you dislike.]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[At least 3 please.]
[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
[At least 3 please.]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[At least 5]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[At least 5]
[b]Relations:[/b]
[Any countries that have a relation. Ex: The two Italy countries are brothers.]
[b]Pet:[/b]
[Optional.]
[b]Theme Song:[/b]
[Optional.]
[b]Capital City:[/b]
[Vital Regions XD]
[b]Additional Facts:[/b]
[Odd facts]
Post in Hetalia RP Profiles. If you post here, I'll delete it. Edit: Five characters only.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:45 am
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:53 am
Turning onto his side, Arthur turned a bit too far and ended up falling out of his bed in a flailing heap. A thud sounded as he hit the ground, as well as a few muffled groans of language that really should not be repeated. He struggled to get up before finding that his entire body was wound up in the blankets, making movement difficult. Once he finally got out of his covers and on his feet, he knew that today was not going to be a good day.
The blond stumbled to his feet and went downstairs, bleary eyed and not ready for a new day. In a matter of moments, he had the kettle on the stove top and the tea mixed, ready for hot water. Perhaps some tea would make it more bearable that there was a meeting in London for all the Nations in only an hour and a half. Probably not, but it would definitely help in the long run, he decided.
It had been a couple years since the Cold War, the troublesome affair with Russia and America trying to one up the other in all manners of idiotic ways while dragging everyone else into the petty squabble. Everything was starting to calm down and straighten itself up. It appeared that 1996 was going to be a much better year than the ones he has had previously.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:53 pm
Perhaps it would be too soon to dread the day a few moments after awakening... Though Yao's gut instinct was telling him that the conference wasn't going to go well at all. Then again... The conferences never did appear to be anything short of something to dread. Arguments, stabbing glares and general petty behaviour... Such fun indeed, right? It was going to take alot of effort to get out of bed. Yao shifted further under the bedlinen with an audible grunt of distaste, knowing that this conference really couldn't be avoided.
Or could it...? It was tempting to skip it. 'Who needed such an arduous event this time of the morning?' And besides, it wasn't as if anyone's opinions were valued much at all... Each nation too stubborn to agree to another for one reason or the next. It seemed as if these conferences were just a time and place to vent and sort out nothing at all. Well, from Yao's perspective, anyway.
With a defeated sigh, the nation forced himself to sit up with a stretch, attempting to persuade his muscles (and willpower) that this conference was definitely something that needed to be attended. Of course it did. And if he could get a word in edgeways, all the better... Maybe it would make this conference worthwhile after all.
After he made his bed, that was. yes. It needed doing... Perhaps he could go a little later. But was that worse than not going at all...? Perhaps so. Perhaps not. Maybe he'd not be missed. In fact, it was almost certain that he would not be missed. Admitting that to oneself was a bit of a depressing thought at that time of the morning, Yao figured, and attempted to rouse himself from the darkened mood by a means of looking through his lavish wardrobe for something to wear... Before picking out his regular green military uniform. After all, there was no point dressing up like a porcelain doll for a meeting... No one'd notice anyway.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 1:11 pm
Setting down the pancakes and the coffee on his brother's area of the table, Ludwig's eye twitched slightly. He had woke up his brother nearly an hour ago, yet he still hadn't appeared despite his affirmative that he'd be up in a moment. He probably fell right back asleep, the German thought darkly, walking down to the basement where his brother had made his own. Glancing around the dark room, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. When they did, sure enough, Gilbert was sound alseep on his bed.
"East, Lugwig groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. He wasn't even at the meeting and he was all ready starting to feel annoyed.
Walking over to the bed, he didn't even bother giving the albino a second chance. He threw off the covers and scooped him up, ignoring the jumbled groan as the older nation started to wake.
Going upstairs, he deposited his sleepy brother onto his chair and gave him a sharp look. "Eat. We have only an hour before we have to get to London." He then proceeded to sit down across from him and take a calm sip of coffee while flipping through the newspaper.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 1:27 pm
Roughly jostled from his sleep as he was picked up, the albino groaned softly and struggled wearily before relenting. He peeked open a red eye and flinched slightly as he was carried into the kitchen where the lights were too bright for his sleep-fogged mind.
His younger brother dumped him lightly onto his chair and moved to sit across from his, sipping his coffee as he read.
Gilbert flashed him a dark look that was weakened by his tiredness, and scowled slightly. "West, that was uncalled for," he muttered, knowing that, yes, it was called for. He also knew he wasn't going to get an answer.
Instead, he sullenly took a bite of the breakfast West made him and glared down at his plate bitterly. He hated being treated like he was five. Of course, he could act older. But what was the fun in that? He grumbled under his breath, and took a gulp of sweetened coffee.
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High-functioning Ladykiller
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:26 pm
Tino Threw his legs over the side of the bed in an effort to awaken. There was a meeting today, which meant having to actually get up. He let himself cast a sideways glance to the empty other half of his double bed and sigh once more before forcing a smile on his lips.
“Today's a Brand new day, Tino” he reassured himself before moving to the bathroom, combing down his horrid case of bed-head. As he reached the kitchen he looked the silent cabin up and down twice before pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face and starting breakfast.
Sitting down with a cup of coffee Tino pushed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, meetings were not particularly his favorite thing to spend his time doing, but there were many a thing that was ten times worse, for now, he was just happy to sit and stare at the ceiling, mug in one hand, embracing the beautiful morning sunrise. Because as he knew, it wouldn't last long.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:31 pm
Sweden stirred awake and rolled over to see that he awoke before the alarm went off. He got out of bed, stretching his arms.
Opening his closet, he found the suit all neat and ironed out by Finland the night before. He smiled a small, but genuine small at the thought of the smaller nation going out of his way to help him.
A loud noise downstairs alerted the tall blonde that his adopted son was up.
He knew that Sealand wanted nothing more than to be a real country and go to the meetings, but the other countries just wouldn't allow it. The micronation was a handful, but with Finland, it seemed like a real family and Sweden could live with that. He layed out the suit on his bed, before setting off to make breakfast as it was his weekend to make food.
Edit: Nevermind, I fixed it~
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 6:41 pm
Sealand had already woken a little while ago, but decided to find his nice clean sailor uniform, hoping that maybe his Papa and Mama would bring him with. Having found the clean outfit, he threw it on loosely and smiled as he saw himself in the mirror. "I look so nice, how could they not take me with?"
Running downstairs, he saw that Finland was already awake. "Morning Tino! What's for breakfast? I'm starving!" He jumped up and down, before taking a seat at the table.
Finland was normally the first one up, so it was annoying whenever it was Sweden's time to make the food because then Sealand'd have to wait.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 12:56 pm
Tino heard the clattering as Sealand woke up. Cringing slightly he pressed closer to Peters room. He stood in the doorway to the kitchen and looked down the hallway to the micro nations room. A small smile drifted to the Finn's face thinking of the boy.
“I knew it wouldn't last.” the blonde chuckled as the boy raced past him. Tino took his time getting to the table and patted Sealand's head. “Don't you look nice today,” Finland beamed at the child, Trying to look more awake then he really was. The truth was he was starving and couldn't wait for breakfast, He would need as much energy as possible for the meeting today, who knew what hell might break loose. Meetings never seemed to get much done.
The Finn leaned farther back into his chair closing his eyes slowly waiting for Berwald to enter...perhaps it wouldn't be too bad for him to cook today?
And yes maybe we should switch around our first posts xD
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:06 pm
Kiku was up early, like he usually was, sitting in the main room and drinking some tea. He was thinking about how the next meeting would go and inwardly snorted at the thought.
"The other nations...I haven't had the privillage of getting to know all of them that well...Best to keep my silence as usual, for now." Kiku thought, taking another sip of tea.
His clock chimed, making the nation look at the time and realize that the other nations would be rising and getting ready for the meeting. Seeing as how he, himself, needed to prepare, Kiku hastily finished his tea and placed the cup and small plate into the sink, washing his dishes before going to get dressed. After all, he wasn't a messy person who would rely on others to do the work for him.
Going through his closet, Kiku decided that he would wear his white uniform, lest the other nations decided to wear their military uniforms as well. Although tempted to just not attend the meeting, Kiku knew that his nation was known for their ideals on not backing out of preordained business. Nevertheless, the temptation was still there.
"Knowing some of the other nations..." Kiku thought as he dressed, "They might try and not attend the meeting. However, knowing Alfred-san, they'd have no choice but to attend."
Letting out a sigh, Kiku finished dressing and looked out the window. He had at least another hour before he needed to get to London for the meeting, but he believed that it would be better to be there early. His eyes narrowed at the thought of being in the same room as Ivan. Disgusted with the nation, Kiku shook his mind of everything and tried to think on the positive side of the day, which was getting the meeting over with. Kiku also thought about the young nation who usually claimed himself to be in charge. Alfred had helped his nation during the Cold war, and Kiku found himself in debt to the country, but also curious about him.
"It really is to early in the morning for this..." Kiku sighed in thought, preparing to leave for the meeting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 8:09 am
The sun trickled through the windows in the peaceful home and sweet melodic humming filled the air. Soft sounds of stirring wisped joyfully as Matt prepared his breakfast. Thoughts of optimism filled his mind, and the hope of have a chance to be heard made his face beam with joy. Today should be a good day.
Pouring the batter into almost perfect circles, Matthew unknowingly stopped humming and just smiled. ‘Today should be a good day, right,’ he thought questioningly, putting the bowl onto the counter. Letting out a sigh, he began focusing more on his breakfast, such as grabbing his plate and maple syrup. He should question the day before it happened. It just wasn’t right.
Once the meal was finally complete, and the pancakes lathered in Maple Syrup, Matt carefully picked up the plate and headed over to the table. Unfortunately, Matt had been blind to the little fluff ball who had just walked in. He tried his best to keep his balance, but it seemed gravity would win him over. Fortunate for him, his breakfast made it to the table, or at least most of it did. Somewhat embarrassed by the event, Matt whipped some of the syrup out of his hair before attempting to get out from the entanglement of the chairs. Perhaps today might not have been the greatest start, but it should at least get better, right?
After having a quick, well needed shower and changing into his tan business suit uniform, he hurried downstairs to finish his breakfast. Sure, the pancakes were cold by now, but he’d rather not waste them. Once soaked with more Maple Syrup, Matt quickly tried to gobble them down, though almost choking a few times in the process. Perhaps next time he’d remember to put the drink out before hand, just in case.
Finishing up the last bit, he took a glance at the time. Violet eyes sank as he realised he had barely enough time to clean up and rush to the airport. Shaking his head, he stood up and got to work. He had to at least try to straighten up before leaving. It just didn’t sit well with him having this big of a mess in his kitchen. He just hoped he wouldn’t miss his flight because of this.
[... I wish I didn't stop writing stories. This looks so terrible... ^-^' Heh.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 11:10 am
'Ouch...' That had been the seventh time this morning. Well, not counting the many near misses, each of which had caused Roderich to flinch in a rather unmanly way. Then again, the tired nation had been up since the early hours of the morning, re-hemming the cuff of his jacket -for the nations' meeting in a few hours, no less- with naught more than a little thread and a now slightly bent needle... After all, the material he had to work with was rather tough and unforgiving to the blunt-ish tool... Not that it was too blunt to hurt him.
Roderich hummed a little in his throat, sucking the pinprick of blood from the 'wounded' finger with a tut of lessening patience. However, at least it was finished... He pulled the thread taut as he tied, clipping the spare thread from the cuff with a pair of dainty scissors. No one would notice the difference, surely. He examined it in the morning sunlight, giving a slight nod of approval before pulling the jacket on (he'd dressed much, much earlier) to complete his usual wear. He found it disheartening that he couldn't fit in a little time to play a little on his piano, and mentally scolded himself for taking too long, and for his muscles aching terribly due to being hunched over in the lamplight... And for his fingertips being cold and sore...
He certainly was not in a good mood today, and the idea of a conference later was certainly something to be abhorred. Perhaps Gilbert would not be there... If Germany could leave the detestable man behind, then perhaps today wouldn't be such a bad day.
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It seemed as if the household was waking up. Sindre* too was awake, though he gave no signs of such. Then again, the nation was well-known for speaking little and thinking too much. And right now, Norway was living up to expectation, sat on bed in his darkish-blue pyjamas, staring at a space on the floor... Or rather, a little goblin. The little creature was amusing, dancing to and fro without a care, though very aware that Sindre could see him, and vice versa. Sindre pulled his legs to his chest, head tilted a little as he watched the fairytale creature's antics with interest, though he said nothing.
However, as sudden and soon as the goblin had started the happy jig, he stopped, brushing imaginary dust from his little red tunic with a hiccough.** 'It's time to get dressed, kiddo. Don't want to miss the conference, do you...? And I'm sure your brothers are going to burst in any moment now to wake you.' The little man reminded the silent nation, tugging on his own scruffy beard with thought as he settled on the rug in the middle of the floor, crossing his little legs.
'...Don't worry, I won't look.' The little spirit said, as if knowing what that look from Sindre was about, and placed his hands over his eyes with an amused chuckle. Sindre hurriedly dressed in his usual blue sailor-ish outfit (which he found a almost too similar to Sealand, which was a little alarming in his own mind) before straightening his hat, leaving the room with a little wave to the goblin.
'Meeting day' mornings were always busy, Sindre supposed as he gently treaded the stairs with footsteps as skilled as a feline towards the kitchen, as silent and brooding as ever. He nodded at Tino in greeting, but said nothing more as he sat by the table, eyes flicking towards Sealand in recognition of his -rather loud- presence.
(( * = Norway now has a name, suggested by Kreepy-Kitten. Thanks muchly =D Sindre Dalby.
** = The mythical creatures will 'speak' in both italic and bold for the sakes of keeping it seperate.))
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Ugh, was he tired... Toris sat up with a soft groan, head throbbing painfully. One fatigue-induced hand reached to numbly rub his temple with kneading fingertips, though it seemed to do nothing about it... Only make the pain more aggravated and angry. He tenderly shifted to get out of bed, hoping that he had some aspirin or something to that effect in the medicine cupboard, becuase he doubted he could go to a conference with this pain.
Oh no, the conference... Was he late...?
Toris quickly checked the time, heart leaping into his throat- No. It was fine. He had time. He swallowed anxiously, stomach beginning to feel painful as he remembered the reason for his tiredness.
Worrying about Feliks again. Of course, Toris had called the nation countless times last night to confirm that he wasn't being attacked... Surely this was beginning to become paranoia now rather than just genuine worry, but Toris glossed over that fact, preferring to instead indulge himself in a few tablets to ease his mind and stomach before breakfast.
Oh dear. He'd just noticed... His military clothes were crumpled on the floor. Unworn, but he'd meant to hang them up after washing them last night but he'd seen the phone and thought...
It didn't matter. He'd repeatedly assured himself via phonecalls every twenty or so minutes that Feliks was alright... But his clothes were all wrinkled and unironed. And these took forever to iron... Panic again seized his heart and made his legs weak, causing the jittery nation to sit on the edge of the bed. This wasn't going well... He had barely enough time to shower, clothe himself, then eat... It'd take too long to iron them, and everyone else was most likely going in military outfits... He didn't want to be picked out for dressing as if it were casual Friday.
This was certainly a bad day. He was sleepy, panicky, and already his stomach aches had started... Or maybe that was hunger. His fingers inched across the bedside table towards the familiar, cool, smooth handset of the phone, picking it up and dialing the number he knew off by heart.
Perhaps checking on his friend was a good thing, yes... Who knew, there could have been an attack in the middle of the night when Toris could barely dial another number anymore. Such a thought made him feel guilty, and even more panicky. 'Feliks, pick up, please...' He urged quietly, gnawing his bottom lip until it grew red again from abuse.
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