Post by Chaser on Aug 10, 2009 0:32:53 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Chaser, I'M
29 (*sob*) YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST 9 RP YEARS (I NO RITE?!) YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
Uh, I wanted a different Hetalia rp and I love the idea of a high school one! Plus I've never played Latviaaaaa before. HAVE I READ THE RULES? tehblueball
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 200-500+ MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
Latvia wasn't sure what to do anymore. He knew he was the weakest link in his gang without Poland even telling him. At least a full eight inches shorter than Lithuania, he was also the physically weakest Baltic -- and for all he knew, the stupidest one, too. He wasn't nearly as strong as Liet or Estonia, and he definitely lacked Poland's staying power. Really, what had his ancestors ever done that was so great, anyway? Latvia knew he was lacking, and knowing did absolutely nothing to stop his shaking.
Oh, yes. Add onto the list of his failings cowardice and timidity, too.
Of course, Latvia looked up to the members of his gang. He wanted to have Poland's confidence, Liet's kindness and Estonia's intellect more than just about anything. Almost anything, that is. None of them knew it (at least, he hoped not!) but there was one Nation he admired more than anyone else; the silver-haired, towering leader of the Reds. Russia wasn't just big, he was the best of Latvia's friends combined -- Poland's confidence, Estonia's intellect and Liet's kindness (and surely he was kind! Even if he didn't know him all that well, Latvia was sure he had to be; why did he smile all the time if he wasn't?). His voice was strangely high and his smile was simply beautiful. Not like Sealand's childish grin, but truly beautiful, strong, knowing, intense.
Latvia knew he could look at that smile all day.