Post by Bae on Aug 10, 2009 23:26:15 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS BAE, I'M
SEVENTEEN YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST FIVE YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I Love Hetalia, and I love to roleplay! What more reason do you need? Besides, the admins seem friendly enough, I hate to leave such nice people hanging! .
HAVE I READ THE RULES? Of course! How else would I know that.. Vodka Is Love
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 500+ ((more or less depending on the other person's replies, I try to match.)) MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
Yao was still patting the darling little bear when he heard someone say his name. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head slightly, was he hearing things? At first he thought it was the bear talking, but it couldn't have been the animal, could it? Yao studied the little white bear for a second, surely not. With a face like that, it was a wonder that the thing was still alive, he didn't seem very bright at all. Kind of dopey, to be honest. Dopey or not.. The bear was amazingly soft and really cute. Yao let his hand rest on the animal's head. So it wasn't the bear, but the voice had sounded close. He pressed down on the top of the bear's head and peered behind him. Oh! Now, that made much more sense.
"Ohh.. Matthieu~! I'm sorry.. I didn't see you there, aru." But what else was new? No one ever noticed Matthieu. He could paint himself green, hop onto a giraffe and walk naked in a parade and still, no one would notice him. Instead they'd be more worried about the giraffe being loose in the city. It was kind of sad, really. It must be hard never being recognized for anything, living in the shadows of everyone around you, especially a brother to the south that you shared a border with. How sad it must be, indeed. Being confused for a much more successful brother, and not to have done anything worth being recognized for. Yao was thinking bitterly about Matthieu, but his face didn't show it. Instead of a nasty sort of glare, he smiled sweetly. He hadn't forgotten about what Harper had done, and he'd yet to forgive and forget. He knew it wasn't Matthieu's fault, but it was hard to think kindly of someone associated with someone who wronged you. Besides, everyone knew by now, that any sort of mentioning of certain ...imaginary places... put Yao on edge, and immediately brought out a much darker side of him. He didn't like being corrected, being told that what he does is wrong. Especially when it was by nations younger than him. Nations that didn't know better.
Yao felt that they were acting as if it was his fault for things he couldn't directly control. For almost always China had been ruled by tyrannical, isolated, out-of-touch dictators who sought to conquer and crush their neighboring nations. Yao had watched his people suffer, his bosses pinning their own people down beneath the heel of their gilded shoes. No one had ever said anything about his people back then, why on Earth they suddenly took such nosy interest, now.. It was beyond him. It was infuriating. Possibly the only difference now is that the communists are just better at enforcing the ruling party's will across all social strata. Though, they're no better or worse than the emperors and warlords before them. What did it matter to them, anyway? They didn't live there, and if it bothered them so badly they could just cease all trade and contact with China altogether. But no, instead they nitpick... nitpick, and slowly chip away, thinking that persistence will pay off..
Yao pulled a chair from a neighboring table and joined Matthieu, his demeanor still warm and friendly. "How have you been? It's been a while, hasn't it, aru?" He rested his a hand lightly on the tabletop, and raised the other to flag down a waiter. Almost immediately someone came by and Yao chatted with them for a moment in Chinese before asking that they brought tea. With a small bow the server left, and Yao turned back to Matthieu, looking at him expectantly.
