Post by Kelsey on Aug 10, 2009 17:31:49 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Kelsey, I'M
13 YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST 1.5 YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I have been looking to improve my skills as a role player. That said, role-playing as a more passive character then usual would be a great way to broaden my horizons. Plus I just love the idea of a Hetalia high school, complete with gangs and competition.. HAVE I READ THE RULES? Vodka Is Love
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 300+ MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
When he got mistaken for America, Canada’s face always turned red with frustration. He didn’t know how he was going to manage going to school with America, let alone being a part of his gang! He kicked a rock down the hill as he walked, holding a sleeping Kumajirou tightly to his chest and his backpack slung over his shoulder. As much as he hated being mistaken for his loud and over confident brother, they were still family and they always would be. Plus, maybe America would give him some recognition if Nato came out on top. “Yeah,” he said hopefully, “maybe I will finally be recognized as Canada.”
But being recognized wasn’t what this competition was about, and Canada knew it. It was about showing off your abilities and being the best. Not a lot of people knew it, but Canada was very strong physically: almost as strong as his brother. And even if he wasn’t as smart as someone like Estonia, he was still smarter then the majority of the nations. As he repositioned Kumajirou in his arms, he wondered if that’s why America wanted him in his gang. A smile graced his lips at the thought of his usually arrogant brother thinking of him in this way.
The only question now was why Iceland? Canada didn’t know a lot about the island nation, but then again no one did. Iceland rarely opened up to people. He was a mystery to everyone. He appeared calm whenever Canada saw him. Was he extremely smart or strong? If he wasn’t then why did America want him in Nato? Canada pondered this a second and figured it was out of sympathy. He decided he should start talking to the smaller nation more often and try to find out more about him.
Canada pushed his glasses up his nose and looked around, surprised to see he was a lot closer to St Gaia Academy then he imagined. He thought about what America was doing right now. Despite how much America’s loud mouth got the best of him, Canada had to respect his older brother for actually being able to speak his mind. He was still as fun loving and excitable as when they had been kids and his giant ego still annoyed Canada as much as when they were kids. But he definitely enjoyed having someone like America as an older brother, even if he got on his nerves from time to time.
As Canada got to the top of the hill he put Kumajirou in his backpack and looked up. Straight ahead of him was magnificent St. Gaia Academy. He looked in awe at each of the giant buildings. Standing tall with giant stained glass windows. He saw the schoolyard, filled with the other nations, chatting to each other and eagerly waiting to get inside the school. All the little groups were scattered across the grass, and right in the middle was America and Iceland. He smiled to himself and started running. It was so on.
But being recognized wasn’t what this competition was about, and Canada knew it. It was about showing off your abilities and being the best. Not a lot of people knew it, but Canada was very strong physically: almost as strong as his brother. And even if he wasn’t as smart as someone like Estonia, he was still smarter then the majority of the nations. As he repositioned Kumajirou in his arms, he wondered if that’s why America wanted him in his gang. A smile graced his lips at the thought of his usually arrogant brother thinking of him in this way.
The only question now was why Iceland? Canada didn’t know a lot about the island nation, but then again no one did. Iceland rarely opened up to people. He was a mystery to everyone. He appeared calm whenever Canada saw him. Was he extremely smart or strong? If he wasn’t then why did America want him in Nato? Canada pondered this a second and figured it was out of sympathy. He decided he should start talking to the smaller nation more often and try to find out more about him.
Canada pushed his glasses up his nose and looked around, surprised to see he was a lot closer to St Gaia Academy then he imagined. He thought about what America was doing right now. Despite how much America’s loud mouth got the best of him, Canada had to respect his older brother for actually being able to speak his mind. He was still as fun loving and excitable as when they had been kids and his giant ego still annoyed Canada as much as when they were kids. But he definitely enjoyed having someone like America as an older brother, even if he got on his nerves from time to time.
As Canada got to the top of the hill he put Kumajirou in his backpack and looked up. Straight ahead of him was magnificent St. Gaia Academy. He looked in awe at each of the giant buildings. Standing tall with giant stained glass windows. He saw the schoolyard, filled with the other nations, chatting to each other and eagerly waiting to get inside the school. All the little groups were scattered across the grass, and right in the middle was America and Iceland. He smiled to himself and started running. It was so on.
