Post by Rin on Nov 11, 2009 21:57:08 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
My name is Amber, but I go by Rin and I am 19 years old. I want to join this site because It looks awesome and everyone here seems really nice. I have been roleplaying for at least over six years and I normally post between the three to six paragraphs mark. Here is my application:
Character name:Ukraine (Yekaterina "Katyusha" Braginskaya)
Age: Unknown, but appears around twenty five.
Appearance: Ukraine is certainly a well endowed beauty, who stands tall despite her constantly aching back. As her heritage would imply, she is quite a tall woman with short silvery blonde hair that falls just barely into her eyes at times, but due to a pair of clips and a headband, that is mostly kept under control. A pair of kindly azure eyes make her very approachable, but she is known to cry very easily over even the simplest of matters so seeing her with unshed tears at the corners of her eyes is no strange sight. And despite the long hours spent in the sun working her farm, she still retains her rather fair complexion showing that despite working hard, she still finds time to take the necessary precautions to protect it.
Personality: Ukraine is a very caring person which makes her come off as rather ‘motherly.’ Always willing to help out, she offers what little she has, prioritizing other’s needs above her own. She is a poor woman living on her own, but she always is trying her best. Recently she has been traveling a bit more, trying to make friends and get better ideas on how to improve her farm at home.
Occupation:Ukraine is undoubtedly a farmer at heart and works hard at tilling and caring for her fields. But she also has a certain affinity for working with animals. On her own farm, she has many cows and a herding dog to help her with keeping them safe.
She uses this ability when she travels, easily finding jobs when she goes into rural towns as a ranch hand, but usually suffers when she goes to places where such help is not needed.
Her dog will often travel with her as a source of protection, but in all honesty, despite her rather humble personality, she can be a force to be reckoned with when provoked. Pitchfork in hand, she summons her strength, backed with long hours of hard work…and strikes.
Strengths:Farming! Ukraine grows a lot of necessary herbs that clerics may need for healing remedies. She also tends to have an excess of milk, a common ingredient for food, and who does not want strong bones?
Brute strength is another trait this beauty has. It takes a lot of hard work and effort to run a farm on one’s own and she does it the best of her abilities!
She’s technology savvy, but due to being poor she has absolutely none.
Weaknesses: Ukraine is very gullible and a huge cry baby. Being from the country, she tends to believe a lot of untrue things and therefore is very naïve about the world around her. So she is often getting herself into some sort of mess.
Adding on to that, her feelings are very easily hurt, and when she starts crying heavily, she cannot seem to do much else. Its like a dam breaking…at first it starts to leak, and then suddenly the flood breaks through.
She is also very easily moved to tears when she sees something that she deems as beautiful. As you can see her biggest weakness is being a crybaby.
Backstory: The date Ukraine was born is lost to history, but documented history dates that she has been around since at least three thousand BC.
During the time of the Kievan Rus’ she lived with her younger brother and sister, taking care of them as they grew up and handling most matters of the state. Even at a young age, she did her best to raise and care for her beloved siblings despite the harsh time they were living in. And despite everything, it made it worthwhile when she would hear her siblings come home full of stories and generally care free.
Christianity had reached the Rus’ in 988, when their leader decided to convert. With it came the pull of magic, particularly that of Holy. But Ukraine, having handled most of the problems of state, normally had been too busy to take the time to study such things. Something she would always regret not being able to do.
But despite this, conflict had given rise and despite the efforts of the Grand Prince Vladmir Monomakh, the rus’ began to decline until finally Russia left her care and Belarus pushed for autonomy. During all the power struggles and the things going wrong...things only got worse as the Mongol’s attacked. A dark time indeed.
In the late twelfth century, Ukraine would be ruled by Hungarian noble men for a brief time, forming a fleeting friendship with the strong woman. During which, battles would arise with her neighbors Lithuania and Poland.
But during the fourteenth century, Ukraine would be liberated from the Mongols by Lithuania and Poland, falling under their rule.
But after the union of Lublin in 1569, when the formation of the Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth was formed, she would eventually came to serve under Poland, becoming part of the crown of the polish kingdom.
During this time, she would under go a huge revitalization in colonization efforts. Her land underwent a change, and before she had known it, many cities and villages had been built and schools were spreading around the artistic belief’s that came with the Renaissance. But many of her original people fled from her lands to escape serfdom.
Ukraine would seek her brother’s help in 1654, seeking his protection from the bitter war with Poland, known as the Treaty of Pereyaslav. The commonwealth tried to compromise with her after that by signing their own treaty in 1658, but after so many years of war, Ukraine was both tired and bitter. The agreement would later follow the treaty signed by her brother and Poland, in which she was divided between the two.
But the rule of Poland would not hold, and eventually she would be passed around to the Austrians. Along with the Russo-Turkish war, she was freed from Turkish rule from the south.
When world war one hit, Ukraine was caught in the middle of the vicious battle. By the end of it, Ukraine would become a part of Soviet Russia.
During world war two, Ukraine would regard Germany as a liberator to free her from harsh soviet rule, and hoped that with this she might be able to establish an autonomous state. Germany gave her some hope that it might be possible and she fought for him under the vague promise of a greater Ukraine. But those hopes would be crushed and her fields were once again continuously stained with blood.
Once the promise would be crushed, Ukraine turned on Germany, creating her own underground army that fought both Soviet and German forces. She sought out many of her talented people, both who could use magic and technology…but due to being poor, such resources and talent was limited.
After the war, however…the soviet union began to focus their attention upon her and she became a center of high tech research and was used as a vital military outpost.
Due to this rapid development, coal was in a much higher demand, and was not meeting the necessary amount needed. Therefore new technology was erected and there stood the ever proud Chernobyl power plant. Something that would haunt and change Ukraine’s life forever. For on April 26, it would explode, leaving the woman incapacitated with severe burns and a traumatic memory. Forever marred on her back, lies the scar of that horrible day.
It was this disaster that spurred her to try and become independent. Which she would achieve shortly after.
Sample Post: ((Warninggg, has some semi-mature content if you can call it that.))
Mornings were routine for Ukraine. Up before dawn, she would ready herself and prepare for her long list of chores, starting out with milking and feeding her bovine friends so that she might have fresh milk with her breakfast, and a good haul to take into the nearby town to sell along with any herbs or vegetables she might have.
Breakfast of course came next. One could not start the day on an empty stomach and Ukraine was no exception. Everything she made, she made fresh from her very own farm. She took much pride in her self-sufficiency, and often greeted the day with a bright smile because of it. To her, there was nothing better than a hard days work. It definitely made her feel satisfied.
But perhaps that was just a farce. A lie she told herself so that she would not feel so lonely out here all alone on her little farm. If she worked all day she did not have to think of being sad, lonely and poor. She could absorb herself in whatever she was doing and the day seemed to fly on by. This was how Ukraine had lived her life for the past few years.
But a part of her wanted more than just this tiny farm in the middle of the country. A part of her missed her siblings and a part of her missed living in a town, surrounded by excitement and the constant change. She isolated herself out here…away from conflict and pain but the loneliness was catching up to her and she found herself longing for more than just this little piece of paradise she had built only for herself.
Day by day, these feelings grew slowly morphing into a stronger desire. It started off merely as going all the way to the opposite end of the town she sold her supplies in. To eventually traveling to the next town to sell. Eventually the towns multiplied and before Ukraine knew it, she found herself traveling often, leaving her farm in the care of a war orphan who desperately needed a home and a job to live. She told him so long as he tilled the fields and fed the cows, that he could keep whatever earnings he made while she was away. A deal he agreed to uphold and one Ukraine felt good about making.
On her travels, she would take on odd jobs to sustain herself since she was far from her home. She by far excelled in jobs that required some strength, such as a ranch hand…and others, well. She had a bit more trouble finding and actually holding on to jobs that required a little more grace.
Which lead to her current predicament. The town she currently inhabited was a port town with little need for ranch hands. She tried to secure a job at the port with the laborers who worked with horses, but the jobs had been taken and would not be opening any time soon.
Having no money to eat, she had to settle on working in a small restaurant as a waitress. She got the job quick for some reason. All the boss did was look at her and say that she was hired…she didn’t really get it. Didn’t most people ask about experience? Never the less, it was probably a good thing in her case. She did not have a good track record with these sorts of jobs.
“Order up~!” Came her cheerful reply as she exited the kitchen, with a plateful of steaming food for a customer. “Please enjoy!” She told the customer, smiling ever so happily as she set the plate down. Things were going smooth today! She was pleased about that, she had been worri----
CRASH, BAM, CLANG. SNAP!
Upon rising and turning around, she ended up bumping into a poor unfortunate waitress carrying out another meal with her chest. The mess she created made her gasp in surprise as food littered the freshly cleaned tile floors, and now a customer would have to wait even longer for their food.
The embarrassment was too much, and soon Ukraine’s eyes would brim with tears. “I-I am so sorry!! Please let me clean this up!” She would quickly protest to the waitress who had leaned down to start cleaning up, kneeling down to start the process herself.
“A-ah…Miss…” The waitress would pause after looking up at the silvery blonde, her indigo eyes focused upon Ukraine’s chest area…
“Yes?”
“Your um…Your shirt is…well, it seems to have…popped a button.”
“Eh?” Quickly looking down, the woman quickly realized that the snap sound earlier had been of the button popping off her shirt. This of course, was not something she was unused to…but something that further added onto her embarrassment. She pulled the shirt closed, (Glad that it didn’t expose too much) and shook her head a bit. “I-I’m sorry about this…c-can I…?”
“Go on…I have got this handled…” The waitress would reply, feeling some sympathy for the girl.
Ukraine quickly excused herself out of sight, sighing once she was no longer in view. “I thought things were actually going to go right today…” She would tell herself with a heavy sigh, reaching into deep set pockets to retrieve a small sewing kit she kept on her at all times. Clearly this was something that occurred a lot, for she always was prepared.
“But I’ll keep trying my best! I-I can’t just give up because of a few mistakes!”
Unfortunately despite her enthusiasm and will to work…the owner deemed her a hazard to herself and the restaurant…and once again Ukraine was on her own. She did not really understand the hazard part though…
(( Ukraine is love!
Ahhh, I worked on this all day. –flops.- I am tired. I hope that this is acceptable though.))
