Post by Wilderwein on May 2, 2010 18:40:13 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS WilderWein / Nadia, I'M
16 YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST 3 YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
It's the only place I find I will be able to do a serious Hetalia roleplay. HAVE I READ THE RULES? I LOOOOOOOOVE VODKAAAA!
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 300 MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
A heavy sigh escaped Russia's lips as he sat himself upon one of the grassy hills of his imprisonment. He did value education, yes, very much. He loved nothing more to evolve his mind, learn new and foreign ways as well as study the past in which he admires so much - but this was hell. So many moronic smaller nations running around thinking they run the place. Fair enough they were at the prime of their youth, but this was ridiculous. Ivan allowed himself to cringe as various faces came into mind.
But here he was, sitting upon this grassy hill, and why? Not only because it reminded him of Europe - Germany was so lucky to have such lush landscapes - but because he was isolating himself from the general chaos. Russia didn't flail about like the rest of the nations, no, he was much more tactical. Sadly it took a lot out of him. He would be stealthy until he had an opportunity, slowly stalking and teasing his prey until eventually he felt that emotional need to pounce. There were many powerful enemies about, yes. The polar bear fears no other animal in the snow, and like the polar bear, only when the snows are stained red with the blood of his victims will his inner turmoil and killer instincts be satisfied. The thought brought a smile to his lips, but that quickly faltered as he saw his sister Belarus approach.
She always managed to find him, no matter how well he believed he had hidden himself. It would seem as though she was also like a bear. Once she had him in her sights she wouldn't give up until her claws were well sunk in. Her jealousy was always a problem. Something to do with spending so long clawing and gnawing her way into his heart only to find him push her away. Was he cruel? Of course not, well ... at least not in this case. He gave an awkward smile as she sat herself down next to him and clasped his hands in his lap. Adapting was one of his key attributes; to economy, to the cold, to the lack of cooperation other nations gave him. He shifted his body slightly as he turned to face her, voice calm and pleasant like it normally was.
"Доброе утро, моя сестра."
OOC; Edited.
minimum three paragraphs or so (but please make them long and descriptive)
I do not make threats, I simply state facts.
