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http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28400000/Hetalia-sweden-hetalia-sweden-28416659-800-835.jpgHuman name: Berwald Oxensterian
Country's name: Sweden
Personality section: (at least 2 good solid paragraphs) Hej ~ I'm Berwald Oxensterian, I just recently broke away from my very obnoxious and quite unpleasant neighboring country Denmark or many know him as Mathias. Having m'friend Tino along for the journey as well. I enjoy listening and observing others so my quiet demeanor seems to scare people off half the time. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy talking just not as much as others do, my true feelings are normally displayed through my expression.
I also display many of my emotions in a musical sense, with either piano or singing.... no one has heard me sing but my teach and i try to keep it that way. I mostly convey a tough side, due to my viking blood and sometimes I get either over protective of friends or anger takes over.
Roleplay sample: Soft... soft humming of an instrument was dancing through the very silent very barren city. Wind crashed and battered curtains against unmoving walls, due to the windows being open. The melody made it's long journey through the winters sky and succeeded in it's attack on the ears of innocent people.
Skilled fingers caressed the worn keys of the granite piano, strings changing with each cord, sucking in low breaths of air to let the warm wind slip passed half clenched teeth to create such pleasurable noise, to give birth to unfading remedies that cured even the most scornful of souls. Eyes closed to further lose thyself in the arms of his creation was the Swede, arms tensed with each cord that vibrated through him, his mind simply lost in a trance of hollow unemotional notes.
Still, still like the lake water that lay only miles away from the oak wood cabin and it had fallen as silent as the silver bells on Santa's sleigh after kids grown to no longer believe... no longer hear. Those once lost devil had found himself, drowned himself in a sea of silk and satin as he lay buried in warmth. Eyes no longer shut with passion but lidded with exhaust of the night, and sleep had been the assassin which had defeated the ever so powerful attack of music and victory shall be remembered until sun rose again to warn off such exhaust that brought sleep to victory.... (um sorry i got lost in inspiration x.x hope its long enough)
Anything Else?: (Hint: Make sure you thoroughly read the rules section for this) well i was just thinking how awesome it would be if we all relaxed in the garden and drank tea but only of its a bright and sunny day out.