Post by Kaye on Nov 23, 2009 20:01:50 GMT -5
Original Character Application
My name is Kaye and I am 15 years old. I want to join this site because Because I love Hetalia and because Vietnam needs more love. And fantasy is always awesome~ <3 Also, I spent a bit of time in the cbox. Everyone's like... awesome. No joke. And, um. Your Poland said I should stop being a closet roleplayer and join, so. I have been roleplaying for I think... five or four years? Though, mostly onexone and I normally post between the definitely 200+ unless there's something seriously wrong with me mark. Here is my application:
Full Character Name:Ly Thanh
Representing Country:Vietnam
Age: She appears nineteen years old or so, but is far older. We're talking BC old.
Gender: Female
Religion: Buddhist, but not devoutly anymore.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Status: Single and satisfied.
Occupation: Vietnam is a mage, mostly reliant on the element of water. She twists and bends water to her will, basically, and does it quite well. Otherwise, she is very practiced in martial arts-- not an honorable fighter, as she sometimes resorts to tricks to gain her victory, but a skilled one. If a weapon has to be used, she is fairly competent with a gun. Her overall strategy is hit and run, and once the target is tired, swoop in for a final blow. It hasn't failed her yet.
Strengths: Vietnam is ever-calculating and ever-alert, ready for anything. She is agile and clever, as well. She doesn't give up easily, either, and is very fiery. Working hard has never been new to her; she has worked the rice fields since her birth and thus, Ly is not used to being lazy. She is practically incapable of relaxation.
Weaknesses: Vietnam can get too intense at times, and exhausts herself. She has high physical endurance, but low emotional endurance. She suffers from almost constant paranoia. She overthinks things and suspects people at first glance, and truly tires herself out with all of her thought and plotting in times of crisis.
Personality: Vietnam is a tomboy with close to no manners in speech or actions. She is aware of such matters, but doesn't seem to mind if she offends someone, so long as she's speaking her mind or the person in question deserves it. She's rowdy and strong-willed, and never backs down without a fight. Ly isn't afraid to resort to violence-- in fact, it's one of the first options. She's extremely fierce. She is hard-working, her time split between farming and politics. Ly rarely has time for breaks, and when she gets them she's not exactly sure what to do. She has a terribly xenophobic and judgemental view on other nations from her years of being occupied. Ly gets frustrated, irritated or flustered very easily. She bursts into French when she's upset. She has been fighting her entire life, but has difficulties communicating correctly with others. As part of her strongly wishes to not be so suspicious, just to trust someone, she can be very gullible at times. While having an initial suspicion of others, this is fairly easy to get past. Ly's rather cynical and her tongue is sharp, as is her wit. But she can be cheery with those she trusts, cheery in a teasing way. She likes to poke fun at others, and can be very jealous and possessive.
Backstory:Vietnam's story began in 257 BC, when a tribe leader took down a dynasty only taking up a part of her lands, and unified a few tribes. It was in this time that Vietnam was born, already surrounded by the chaos of war. Her name was Văn Lang then.
Her older brother China and one of his generals took her away into a small kingdom called Nanyue, which was assimilated into the Han Dynasty's empire in 111 BC. For the next thousand years, Ly lived with China, but grew increasingly dissatisfied with it. She raged and fought and struggled and rebelled in any way possible, as did her people. In 938 AD, Vietnam finally found independence after defeating the Chinese at a decisive battle by one of her main rivers-- it was then that she found she had a tiny bit of water magic in her, though it was vastly uncontrolled. She was named again as Dai Nam, meaning Great South, and went through a golden era. She repelled the Mongols three times; harvests were plentiful and food was abundant. China tried to take her house once again, but she beat him out after a short occupation.
Vietnam began to expand southward during this time, but ran into several civil wars. These wars stopped momentarily when a new dynasty defeated both sides, but were then defeated themselves by a southern dynasty and their French allies. That was when she met France-- not that it mattered to her at that time. All of the European countries had been far off worlds at that point, unexistant to her and her siblings. They were only there for trade, some to spread Christianity. Vietnam didn't mind them much, though some of her people got irritated with them and killed a few.
Finally, Vietnam was unified and peaceful again. She was relieved and extremely proud of herself. However, from 1859 until 1885, her independence began to fade as France gradually conquered parts of her land, bit by bit, through military conquest. Again, she was consolidated into a bigger state consisting of her siblings, Laos and Cambodia, and she. Ly was bitter about being stripped of her independence once again, but the French did help her economy grow substantially, as well as teaching her and her people the art of magic and the uses of technology.
And then, the monstrous World War Two hit. France was taken over by Germany, and in that state supported the Japanese when he took over Vietnam's fertile lands in 1941. Japan exploited her natural resources for the purposes of his invasions into other countries in the East, resulting in the North Vietnamese famine of 1944. When she was under Japanese occupation, America stupidly bombed the roads, making the transport of food from the South to the North extremely difficult. Two million of her people died; she shared in the hunger and bled for weeks.
Once the Japanese were defeated, a powerful mage and his followers took her capital and asserted her long-lost independence. She supported them. These people, known as the Viet Minh, and she fought against the French. They won, gaining a favorable position at the peace talks eight years later. She was split, which she argued against fiercely. No one seemed to care what she thought, however, and she was soon torn into South and North. The North was governed by the mage and his followers, who were friends with Russia. The South was governed by the descendant of one of her dynasties, who let the French control South Vietnam as a puppet state. It ticked Vietnam off, but there was nothing she could really do about it-- then a man took over in the South. He didn't let the French influence him, but he was no better than the last ruler. He cheated to get onto the throne, and banned Buddhism in favor of Catholicism. After that, there was more bloodshed as her people rioted in the streets of the South, and were shot down by her own army and police. America, who supported the South in opposition to Russia supporting the North, had the man killed and took more involvement in the South as pro-Communism guerillas began to gain ground against brief South Vietnamese government regimes. In 1965, an all out war between North Vietnam, allied with insurgents in the South, and South Vietnam, supported by America, began. It was easily one of the worst times in Ly's life. After eight years, the Americans withdrew. And three years after that, in 1976, the North Vietnamese took Saigon, the capital of the South, and the two were merged again. It was bittersweet for Vietnam, but at least the fighting between her people was over.
There was still warring afterwards, of course. Only short skirmish-wars with her siblings, China and Cambodia, though. The real postwar problem was her economy. The string of warfare had culminated in ruined fields and cities. But her government saved her economy by reshaping it-- they called the process doi moi, or renovation. It stimulated her economy, resulting in a speedy growth. Her economy today is one of the most rapidly growing in Asia. Her people use both magic and technology to do their work, and blend them quite nicely. She is working hard to save some of her people from poverty.
Sample Post: Vietnam stared at the wine.
It was all packed neatly in a box, two boxes, three. The smell, reminiscent of grapes, hung in the air of the shed. It was tempting-- Vietnam loved a good drink, especially after all of the unnecessary labor she had pulled herself through today. Some delinquents had let her livestock loose-- again. After finally recapturing the troublesome oxen and putting them in their place, the Asian girl had irritatedly resolved to go after those irksome village children with a paddle, or a hoe, or something.
Instead she found reminders of him, as if even after he left he was still here.
But Ly didn't want any of his wine. He was long gone now; all things bringing back the memory of him should've been done away with as well. She crouched down, intending to only get a closer look before she rid herself of it, but didn't mind when she instead fell on her bottom. She stayed there, gingerly lifting up a bottle, like it was something very delicate. It wasn't anything special, just regular French wine, unopened, untapped, untouched.
She wondered, as she sat upon the floor like a child, rummaging through boxes of various sizes, how long everything had been here? Vietnam gripped the edges of the cardboard container on her lap. He... He probably thought he'd have a home here longer. She thought, the voice in her mind quiet, nails digging into the box. "Ngu ngốc." Ly muttered aloud, letting go of the cardboard edges. Her lower lip trembled, and then thinned-- she was supposed to keep feelings like this under. She always had. It was foolish of her to feel guilty like this, when he so deserved it. All her people said he did. And her feelings about the matter had been so strong and absolute-- independence was the way to go. Communism was the way to go.
Then... why the sudden feelings bubbling towards the surface, the doubts and the guilt and the loneliness. The sting of abandonment and hurt returned afresh and consuming.
All because of some liquor left behind.
"Còn lại đằng sau." Vietnam whispered voicelessly, the words far too familiar on her lips.
*Ngu ngốc= Fool
*Còn lại đằng sau= Left behind
((Firstly: I am a total and complete history nerd, so, sorry if the history part is a bit long. Also, angsty sample post is angsty. I've never really been good at that, but I didn't want to make a sample post and just got one from another roleplay and... yeah. ^^'
Also, Vietnam is love~!))
