[A Photo Of Your Character][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Your E-Mail: [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]Human name: Feliks łukasiewicz
Country's name: Poland
Personality section: Cześć. Listen, before you go on about talking about boring politics again, let me tell you about myself. Despite what people say, I'm one hundred percent manly. I just like to keep up with the latest fashions, you know? A little bow in your hair can like, go a long way. Even if people dressed more like me, which they totally should, they would still not be as fabulous. My country, though it may seem small, can totally face any army. I'm not, like, scared or anything just sometimes I'm a little shy. Strangers freak me out. But don't tell anyone, OK Broski?
I do make rash decisions sometimes, but what's life without a little risk and adventure, right? I totally like to do things my way. Even if that means letting Russia pull Lithuania away by his ankles. But Liet is totally mine now, so like, back off or I'll send my wicked Calvary after you.
With over 38 million people living in my country, 97 percent speak polish and have a totally rich culture. Have you ever heard of Górale? They are a totally amazing group of country folks who live in the mountains singing, drinking, and stealing from the rich to give to the poor! I mean, what's cooler then a real life Robin Hood? They are traditionally and totally look sharp. Although we are a major agricultural country, we totally do it in style! My country even has a real dragon that used to live in Krakow. Like, breathing fire and growling and stuff!
Well, I guess that's all i want to say for now. I have to go and totally bother Russia now. Do Widzenia! Stay fabulous friends!
Roleplay sample: Poland laid, staring for hours at the florescent numbers which seamed to dance off his alarm clock. He had promised himself that this time he would get to bed early, but for some reason his eyes failed to grow heavy. Grumbling and complaining, he pulled the sheets tighter around his shoulders and tossed from side to side. The crisp, country air flowed through his window and wrapped its icy fingers around his bundled form. Goosebumps began to appear along his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He squinted in the dim light at the clock once more. 10 minutes had passed. Closing them again, he continued to toss back and forth. Again, he read the clock. 20 minutes had passed, but yet he was still not tired. A strange feeling overcame him as he became suddenly nostalgic for the gentle embrace that Lithuania once provided. 30 minutes. With a heavy grunt, Poland threw off his sheets and sat up straight.
Like, why cant i sleep? Poland whispered to himself. Slipping his cold feet into a pair of pink, fluffy pony slippers, he shuffled his way down the hallway. As he turned the corner and planted one foot upon the top stair, he suddenly stopped. Turning his head and looking back, he spotted a familiar sight. At the end of the hallway stood a paint chipped door, one which Lithuania used to run into crying every night. Immediately, all thoughts of sleep became replaced with curiosity. On tip toes, Poland sneaked towards the door and placed his soft hand upon the broken door handle as to not make any noise. He realized that he was being subconsciously quiet as to not wake Liet. But Lithuania no longer slept in this room so being quiet made no difference. Shaking off the memories, Poland peaked in and felt blindly along the wall for a light switch. Finding it he flicked it on. Click. Light flooded the room and his eyes scrambled to adjust to the sudden change. The room was untouched, left the same ever since Lithuania left all those years ago. Pieces of his childhood lay scattered across the ground and a family portrait sat upon his desk. Walking in, he gravitated towards the window and placed his hand upon a small scribbled heart. Continuing to scan the room, he noticed a large "Keep Out" sign crookedly mounted on the closet door.
Keep Out? I wonder what you have in there. Poland whispered seemingly to no one. As he grasped the small metal handles, Poland pulled and took a deep breathe. But inside, there was nothing. Just old clothing hanging from hangers with price tags still attached.
There has to be something here! Poland kneeled down in front of the worn out boxes that lined the floor. He could only imagine the fit Lithuania would be getting right now if he were here. His hands run over many different object of various shapes and sizes.
A teddy bear? Like, so not secretive. A coloring book, maybe? No. Poland continued to rummage through the boxes until he grasped a small object and pulled it out. Upon further inspection, he noticed a faded bow glued upon a poorly wrapped box. A small white tag stuck out under the bundled mess. It read "For Feliks." Without thinking twice, he untangled the bow and lifted the lid. Peering into the container, he felt a sudden skip in the rhythm of his heart. Standing quickly, Poland curled up in the soft sheets of Lithuania's bed, where within an instant, he fell asleep clutching the little bundle.
Anything Else? : I'm looking forward for Roleplaying with you guys and maybe even like, having an awesome tea party in a sakura garden or something. I mean, as long as you totally don't complain that my tea is watered down like France and England do.
Subject: Feliks łukasiewicz 
Fri May 31, 2013 4:25 am
