App for discedo
OOC Information
Name: Maresuke
LJ: shubanar
Contact: AIM: IAmCubeMun, email: IAmCubeMun[at]gmail[dot]com
Characters played at Discedo: loyal_cube + totallygaaay
IC Information
Name: Republic of Molossia (Or simply "Molossia")
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Modern Day, 2011 (XXXIV)
Canon Resource Link: All translated strips can be found here
Those are the only strips he has appeared in thus far.
Republic of Molossia Wiki
Republic of Molossia's official webpage
Personality:
Molossia is the most bad-ass micro nation of them all. He's tough and wild with nothing to hold him down. Or, so he'd like you to believe. Molossia's cool-guy facade is there to cover up what a laid-back, kind, and supportive guy he really is. This is seen when Sealand and the other micro nations first meet Molossia. They caught him off guard while he happily tended to his garden in normal day-to-day clothes. Molossia was quick to hide that part of him by putting on his shades and threatening that if they didn't forget seeing him that way he'd kill them. After all, he didn't want to be remembered as a lame micro-nation.
All that only goes to prove how tsundere Molossia is, too. He curses at Sealand and the other micro nations to piss off and get the fuck off his property. Only when they do, he goes running after them crying, trying to catch up. It's not surprising that he wants the company of others, considering Molossia's annual number of tourists averages to around 10 persons.
He really isn't a bad guy; he just wants to look tough in front of others. This is probably due to his size of land and the fact he is surrounded completely by The United States of America. This causes Molossia to overreact in a defensive way at the smallest of things. Like when Hutt River states how his seniority over the other micro-nations makes him superior, Molossia instantly protests by cursing and giving the middle finger. This doesn't mean he needs approval from anyone. He simply wants what most other micro nations desire: Recognition. Receiving any recognition might throw him off, causing him to overreact again.
So, image is a big thing for Molossia. He is always looking to get his name out to others. Aside from looking and acting awesome, this is usually done by boasting about his people and culture. His jacket is really one of his boss's formal uniforms. It displays metals from various wars his people have been through (just to show how bad ass he really is). However, at the end of the day, and when no one is around to see, Molossia spends his relax time without the uniform and shades.
Molossia can be described as a hard worker. When not helping his boss make Molossia a better place with new landscaping projects, he is gardening, and possibly even baking. He'd never outwardly admit any of his hobbies but they're proof of his Molossian life out in the desert-like land. When he isn't enjoying gardening, and there are enough people to play, he enjoys engaging in a round or three of broomball. Yep. Nothing more awesome than that, except maybe some cookies.
Molossian people consider any nationality who recognize Molossia as a micro nation (Such as Liechtenstein, Andorra, San Marino, and Monaco) as friends. Friends of Molossia are rewarded with certain privileges (like not requiring a visa to enter Molossian territories) when visiting. Whether or not those nationalities actually recall who Molossia is, I'm sure he still considers them cool enough to hang with him.
While going through old documents, President Kevin Baugh found a declaration of war against East Germany over disruption of peace (and sleep). Due to complications about ownership of Ernst Thälmann Island, Molossia still claims to be at war with East Germany. So, tensions with Germany exist, even if they're somewhat subtle.
Powers & Abilities: As a micro-nation, Molossia is connected to his people and land and they affect him mentally and physically. He is somewhat stronger than normal humans, much like other Hetalia nations.
Aside from that, he doesn't have any any special "powers" or abilities, despite what he might say about his hair.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? Aside from his clothes, he'll be carrying/wearing his comb & sunglasses. He'll also have some some Valora (Coins used as Currency in Molossia) in his pockets.
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample:
It was nice to get back to gardening. Alien gardening. Despite the strange and new vegetation, Molossia couldn't help but relax among the plants. He lifted his arm up to brush the sweat and dirt off his face. It was done with little thought as the nation's mind was elsewhere. As he sank his fingers into the unfamiliar soil, the disturbing thoughts of his severed connection with his people troubled him once more. Not that he wanted to think about it. The twisted feeling in his stomach pushed him to believe, but he refused. It would make him appear weak and with other nations around, he couldn't afford to look helpless.
The crunching sound of gravel under footsteps tore Molossia from his thoughts. His eyes locked with another's. Beads of sweat started to stream from his forehead. How long had they been standing there? Molossia flitted into the two story house and hurried to make himself presentable. No way in hell anyone would take him seriously looking like some easy push-over.
People still expected the property to be a soup kitchen, despite the signs Molossia had worked on posting along the fence. That was enough to infuriate him. He grit his teeth at the thought of his signs being ignored. Could no one show him any respect? What bothered him most was how they just pranced up and stared at him as if he were some animal in a zoo. Although it embarrassed the nation, he would die before admitting it.
Slicked hair accented with sunglasses, Molossia stepped out of his new home with his boss's military uniform slung around his shoulders. A shadow cast over his face as he approached the strangers with stiff shoulders, doing his best to be threatening.
"The hell ya doin'? Don't ya know who's territory this is? Ya can't just come prancin' in here without tellin' me, dumb ass!"
He took a breath. It was enough time to realize his trespassers were confused. He hated that look. Why did they have to give him that look. It made him feel bad, which in the end only upset him more. "If ya have no official business with me, then GIT!"
Throwing his hands up, Molossia stomped towards them. He hoped they'd focus on his fists and now how his legs were shook with nervousness. Just as he began screaming various insults and curses, the intruders backed off. It wasn't until he was sure they were gone did Molossia sigh and stop his tantrum.
After a long moment of biting his lip, pondering about what might happen to them, the nation pulled off his coat. Then, his sunglasses and placed them inside. No reason to get them dirty while he continued to work in the yard.
First-Person Sample:
[Dark eyebrows push together to form an angry gloom on Molossia's face. He holds a fist up to the communicator, shaking it to express his extreme frustration]
Someone better start explainin' what the hell is goin' on around here before I break everythin' that ain't broken yet! And believe me, it ain't gonna be pretty.
[Not sure if the device is actually recording or not, Molossia gives his surroundings a good look. He isn't very sure of much right now, but he's got to act tough and cool. Can't let on that he is actually lost, confused and, above all, a bit scared.]
What a piece of shit this place is. What dumb ass thought to dump me here?
[He gets all up in the camera's face again, as if he just remembered he was still on camera.]
Huh!? Which one of ya?!
One of ya got a thing against The Republic of Molossia? Ya think ya can beat me in war, lameass? Bring it!
[See Molossia's fist? He's flipping everyone the middle finger.]
Ya hear me? Come out and show yourself, fuck face! I know you're there!
Fuckin' bastards.
Links:
Name: Maresuke
LJ: shubanar
Contact: AIM: IAmCubeMun, email: IAmCubeMun[at]gmail[dot]com
Characters played at Discedo: loyal_cube + totallygaaay
IC Information
Name: Republic of Molossia (Or simply "Molossia")
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Modern Day, 2011 (XXXIV)
Canon Resource Link: All translated strips can be found here
Those are the only strips he has appeared in thus far.
Republic of Molossia Wiki
Republic of Molossia's official webpage
Personality:
Molossia is the most bad-ass micro nation of them all. He's tough and wild with nothing to hold him down. Or, so he'd like you to believe. Molossia's cool-guy facade is there to cover up what a laid-back, kind, and supportive guy he really is. This is seen when Sealand and the other micro nations first meet Molossia. They caught him off guard while he happily tended to his garden in normal day-to-day clothes. Molossia was quick to hide that part of him by putting on his shades and threatening that if they didn't forget seeing him that way he'd kill them. After all, he didn't want to be remembered as a lame micro-nation.
All that only goes to prove how tsundere Molossia is, too. He curses at Sealand and the other micro nations to piss off and get the fuck off his property. Only when they do, he goes running after them crying, trying to catch up. It's not surprising that he wants the company of others, considering Molossia's annual number of tourists averages to around 10 persons.
He really isn't a bad guy; he just wants to look tough in front of others. This is probably due to his size of land and the fact he is surrounded completely by The United States of America. This causes Molossia to overreact in a defensive way at the smallest of things. Like when Hutt River states how his seniority over the other micro-nations makes him superior, Molossia instantly protests by cursing and giving the middle finger. This doesn't mean he needs approval from anyone. He simply wants what most other micro nations desire: Recognition. Receiving any recognition might throw him off, causing him to overreact again.
So, image is a big thing for Molossia. He is always looking to get his name out to others. Aside from looking and acting awesome, this is usually done by boasting about his people and culture. His jacket is really one of his boss's formal uniforms. It displays metals from various wars his people have been through (just to show how bad ass he really is). However, at the end of the day, and when no one is around to see, Molossia spends his relax time without the uniform and shades.
Molossia can be described as a hard worker. When not helping his boss make Molossia a better place with new landscaping projects, he is gardening, and possibly even baking. He'd never outwardly admit any of his hobbies but they're proof of his Molossian life out in the desert-like land. When he isn't enjoying gardening, and there are enough people to play, he enjoys engaging in a round or three of broomball. Yep. Nothing more awesome than that, except maybe some cookies.
Molossian people consider any nationality who recognize Molossia as a micro nation (Such as Liechtenstein, Andorra, San Marino, and Monaco) as friends. Friends of Molossia are rewarded with certain privileges (like not requiring a visa to enter Molossian territories) when visiting. Whether or not those nationalities actually recall who Molossia is, I'm sure he still considers them cool enough to hang with him.
While going through old documents, President Kevin Baugh found a declaration of war against East Germany over disruption of peace (and sleep). Due to complications about ownership of Ernst Thälmann Island, Molossia still claims to be at war with East Germany. So, tensions with Germany exist, even if they're somewhat subtle.
Powers & Abilities: As a micro-nation, Molossia is connected to his people and land and they affect him mentally and physically. He is somewhat stronger than normal humans, much like other Hetalia nations.
Aside from that, he doesn't have any any special "powers" or abilities, despite what he might say about his hair.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? Aside from his clothes, he'll be carrying/wearing his comb & sunglasses. He'll also have some some Valora (Coins used as Currency in Molossia) in his pockets.
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample:
It was nice to get back to gardening. Alien gardening. Despite the strange and new vegetation, Molossia couldn't help but relax among the plants. He lifted his arm up to brush the sweat and dirt off his face. It was done with little thought as the nation's mind was elsewhere. As he sank his fingers into the unfamiliar soil, the disturbing thoughts of his severed connection with his people troubled him once more. Not that he wanted to think about it. The twisted feeling in his stomach pushed him to believe, but he refused. It would make him appear weak and with other nations around, he couldn't afford to look helpless.
The crunching sound of gravel under footsteps tore Molossia from his thoughts. His eyes locked with another's. Beads of sweat started to stream from his forehead. How long had they been standing there? Molossia flitted into the two story house and hurried to make himself presentable. No way in hell anyone would take him seriously looking like some easy push-over.
People still expected the property to be a soup kitchen, despite the signs Molossia had worked on posting along the fence. That was enough to infuriate him. He grit his teeth at the thought of his signs being ignored. Could no one show him any respect? What bothered him most was how they just pranced up and stared at him as if he were some animal in a zoo. Although it embarrassed the nation, he would die before admitting it.
Slicked hair accented with sunglasses, Molossia stepped out of his new home with his boss's military uniform slung around his shoulders. A shadow cast over his face as he approached the strangers with stiff shoulders, doing his best to be threatening.
"The hell ya doin'? Don't ya know who's territory this is? Ya can't just come prancin' in here without tellin' me, dumb ass!"
He took a breath. It was enough time to realize his trespassers were confused. He hated that look. Why did they have to give him that look. It made him feel bad, which in the end only upset him more. "If ya have no official business with me, then GIT!"
Throwing his hands up, Molossia stomped towards them. He hoped they'd focus on his fists and now how his legs were shook with nervousness. Just as he began screaming various insults and curses, the intruders backed off. It wasn't until he was sure they were gone did Molossia sigh and stop his tantrum.
After a long moment of biting his lip, pondering about what might happen to them, the nation pulled off his coat. Then, his sunglasses and placed them inside. No reason to get them dirty while he continued to work in the yard.
First-Person Sample:
[Dark eyebrows push together to form an angry gloom on Molossia's face. He holds a fist up to the communicator, shaking it to express his extreme frustration]
Someone better start explainin' what the hell is goin' on around here before I break everythin' that ain't broken yet! And believe me, it ain't gonna be pretty.
[Not sure if the device is actually recording or not, Molossia gives his surroundings a good look. He isn't very sure of much right now, but he's got to act tough and cool. Can't let on that he is actually lost, confused and, above all, a bit scared.]
What a piece of shit this place is. What dumb ass thought to dump me here?
[He gets all up in the camera's face again, as if he just remembered he was still on camera.]
Huh!? Which one of ya?!
One of ya got a thing against The Republic of Molossia? Ya think ya can beat me in war, lameass? Bring it!
[See Molossia's fist? He's flipping everyone the middle finger.]
Ya hear me? Come out and show yourself, fuck face! I know you're there!
Fuckin' bastards.
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