Post by chibichibi on Dec 1, 2009 20:18:20 GMT -5
Russia
My name is chibichibi and I am sixteen years old. I want to join this site because my friend endlessly talks about it, and I decided to join (except she doesn't know). I have been roleplaying for just about a year, unfortunately, it's been awhile so I am a little rusty and I normally post between the 500 words, depending on how interesting the subject is for me mark. Here is my application:
Character name: Russia
Age: Unknown, appears to be 23
Appearance: Russia's most notable feature would be his height. He is tall, even more than the average man hailing from his country. He has a rather wide stature which he often attributes to his "big-bonedness". His hair is a light gray, that betrays his youthful appearance, and his eyes are of a deep violet, that reflects the many years he has weathered. He can often be found wearing a long trench coat, and can be found wearing a purple scarf no matter the temperature. The scarf was a gift from his dearest sister Ukraine, and as such, he gets awful touchy of any comments directed at it. And flies off the handle if anyone tries to remove it. For the most part, Russia tends to reek of alcohol, vodka to be more precise. The stench varies in accordance to his feelings throughout the day. If his angry, he will reek.
Personality: He is often misunderstood, and believed to be creepy and rather aggressive. In actuality, he is a very lonely person, having grown up in near isolation. He has an almost obsessive need to have friends and fears abandonment the most. A strong determination born from the chilling winds of his land, he will do anything to keep those he treasures close, anything. And will destroy any he perceives as a threat. Due to his loneliness, he doesn't have much confidence and cannot trust the affections that other people direct at him. He is strong, and can endure great amounts of pain. His love for his people knows no bounds, and he tries his very best to make life easier. He is loyal to his bosses to a fault, and the conflict between his people and his leaders slowly drives him past the point of no return.
Occupation: Russia is a warrior, able to take up the sword and defend those he sees as friends. He isn't particularly gifted at fighting, but he has excellent stamina and amazing strength that his opponents collapse before he does. Inwardly though, he would love to be a farmer. To settle down on a nice, plot of land and plant sunflowers is his long time dream.
Strengths: He is strong, and will use his towering size to his advantage. His sword skill is alright, but borders on clumsy. He has great aim with the rifle or gun he occasionally carries around. But his true power lies in his stamina and endurance, his ability to outlast any opponent.
Weaknesses: He is a big target. And he isn't very fast. It takes him a while to get from point A to point B, and cannot dodge very well. He often suffers grievous damages for this. He also has a tendency to be clumsy every now and again
Backstory: Russia has a long, tiring history with beginnings lost in the fog of time. His earliest memories would be the establishment of the Kievan Rus. This was a hard period of time, even this early in his life, with multiple invaders, and the downfall of the Kievan Rus due to the invasion of the Mongols.
He bounced back with the Grand Duchy of Moscow, and managed to deal a harsh defeat to the Mongols. Continuing on to absorb the surrounding principalities around him. With his new leader, Ivan the Great (III), and consolidated the Northern and Central Rus under Moscow's dominion.
Ivan IV, Russia's first tsar, continued to expand Russia, nearly doubling him in size. But as he expanded in the East, he suffered greatly in the West. And it wasn't until 1721 that Russia was declared an empire and a world power.
In World War I, Russia joined the war to help his slavic brothers in Serbia. But before the war was even finished, Russia pulled out due to internal conflicts. His people had been suffering far too long beneath the monarch government and began a revolution. Under his new boss, Lenin, Russia became a communist state. This revolution lead to a civil war with an end result of Russia incredibly sick and starving.
After Lenin's death, Russia spent many hard years beneath Stalin's rule. His people continuing to suffer.
During the World War II era, Russia at first allied with Germany. But when Germany betrayed him, Russia retaliated with a vengeance. He allied with France, England, America, and China in order to take down the Axis powers, and was relentless in sending out his troops.
Soon after WWII, Russia found himself in a deadlock between himself and who he considers, a young upstart, America. During the Cold War, Russia desperately pushed himself to get ahead of the younger nation. Believing, despite all else, that his ideals were better than that of America's.
But with the 1990s, the USSR was dissolved. His people having risen their voices once more to protest their suffering. And in the end, Russia finds himself veering towards democracy, with his new name, the Russian Federation. And where his story continues from this day onwards.
Sample Post: (100 characters or above)
The winter season was returning. The harsh hand of General Winter sweeping over his land. Russia could feel his chilling breath fan across the base of his neck.
Once upon a time, long ago, Russia had looked at the snow. At the clear-blue ice. With child-like fascination, as well as a bite of fear. Perhaps, once upon a time, he truly did love the snow. Perhaps, once upon a time, he willingly embraced General Winter. But that time has long since passed. And now... Now it was simply just there. The ice, the snow. And though Russia was grateful to General Winter for all that he has done. It wasn't as if General Winter had not taken his share of Russia's precious children.
In the end, they learned to live together. Barely. But they do.
Russia breathes on the cool, window pane. Frowning as the glass refused to fog. His breath as cool as the glass.
He had dreamt of sunflowers. Of warm places. Of open embraces and happy faces.
He dreamt of family and friends.
And well, as sweet as Belarus was, Russia longed for a companion.
Moving away from the windows, Russia walked down empty hallways. His mind wandering to forbidden places. To bright memories that brought only emptiness.
He remembers his first leader. His first true leader. He remembers the time of tsars. He remembers a time of wealth, and power, and of an opulent luxury. Filled with balls and parties. Glittering gowns of gold and silver.
He remember days spent beneath the sun. Tilling the earth alongside his children. Brushing elbows, as they wiped the sweat of their brows.
The painful memories are easier to remember he thinks, as he passes down the many corridors of his great, ancient home. They do not remind him of things he had lost. They are realities he can face. For he has grown afraid of being happy... It is a sad thought but it is true. Happiness tended to flit about before vanishing, bringing pain into crystal clarity.
Russia can endure pain. But joy is another story all together.
Besides, the only reason he has grown this... strong, he supposed, was because he had no other choice. If Russia was asked honestly, perhaps a whisper in the night, and Russia did not hide behind his masks of smiles. Perhaps he would share a soft secret.
Arriving at his front door, Russia slowly pushed open the wooden doors. Winter's chill greeting him with a lover's embrace.
If he had a choice. If he had been given a choice...
Immortal life. That is, lives that nations lead. Long, hard lives. Lives untouched and yet still wounded by time. Is not for everyone.
Immortal life is for the strong.
Russia was not strong.
((Can I get a FAIL in here...? I'm sorry. I'm kind of just testing the waters here. Ah... Did I do this right?))
