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Name: Ichi
Livejournal Username: unspeakingly
E-mail: ezzigreenie@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN: [AIM] kowareta ichi
Timezone: Australian EST
Current Characters in Route: faketear
Character
Name: Poland | Feliks Łukasiewicz
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present Day
Canon Resource Links: the country | the character
Affiliation: Breeder!
Personality: Poland is rude, blunt and forward towards his friends; he's highly opinionated and he has no problems in telling everyone else exactly what he thinks. He's self-centred, immature and he can be unfair and pretty much a sore loser; when Lithuania beats him in a game, he flips the board over and says it's the Polish rule. He seems to have trouble taking anything seriously (although sometimes that could just be a coping method) and holds his own (often superficial) wants in priority over many more important matters; he's laid-back, flippant and a real childish pain in the neck, making up his own little things like the "Polish Rule", saying that Warsaw will become your capital. He's pretty fashionable and feminine, too, and he cross-dresses as a hobby.
But that's only around his friends; to any other nation, or any strangers, Poland is cripplingly shy, and he can't actually cope in social interactions; he usually withdraws, and resorts to hiding behind Lithuania. He's not afraid to be cheery, loud and extremely forward around his few close friends, but when it comes to others, he's very nervous, he becomes easily embarrassed and anxious, and he can't handle conflict, or even to be around them. He has pretty low self-esteem if he's not talking to friends, and he can be quite self-conscious at times. It’s a strange side compared to his obnoxious self.
However, he has also shown a more serious, loyal and protective side, although it’s a rarity; in the Battle of Grunwald, when he and Lithuania fought together against Prussia, he showed amazing trust and faith in Lithuania, as well as an ability to follow plans as he's told, and he takes the battle very seriously, even with his snarky quip towards Prussia when Lithuania shows up according to plan. He even stands up against Sweden and scolds him, although very shortly afterwards he retreats into his usual shell and hides behind Lithuania, abashed.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Starter: Ponyta, "Imbir"
Password: Salmon riceballs.
Samples
First Person Sample:
ummm so lyk, i have to carry all this junk with me?? where am i even going? this is so ttly lame you guys, i'm already tired. can't i have a packhorse or something?? idek.
anyway w/e i'm Feliks Łukasiewicz and ewwww these clothes are rly gross can't i have something cuter? does anyone know where i could get something better?? because i'm going to lyk, die if i can't get a cute skirt and a pretty blouse or something idk. and only two pairs of clothes? MAJORLY EWWW i'm gonna get all gross and stinky ew ew ewwww. so not cool.
um btw is this even possible? i should ttly be in Poland rn, not "New Bark Town" or w/e this place is. talk to me, i'm rly rly confused.
Third Person Sample:
"Ooooh. My. Gawd."
Poland threw his arms around the neck of the pony - never mind the fact that it looked a little off, with those colours, those eyes, and the fact that instead of a mane it was on fire - and gave a delighted squeal. "Ohmigawd, you are just, like, the cutest thing ever! This totally makes up for this weird place that, like, is so not Warsaw and the fact that Liet isn't even around - can you believe that guy? Uh, rude! But he'd be so totally jealous anyway, so I guess it's cool. Ooh, you are just so cute! Ponies are in, like, my top ten bestest things list!"
The Ponyta whinnied and pawed the ground with its hooves, and Poland laughed, brushing his hand over the flames of its mane - surprisingly, it didn't hurt; it was just a sort of comfortable warmth.
"Okay, so, like, we should totally go find Liet and any of the others, right?" He started walking, and the Ponyta followed obediently. "Um, where would those guys even be? Gosh, this is, like, way too hard, and this foresty stuff and the tall grass? So not my thing, and so unflattering. Oh--" He spun around, excited, and said to the Ponyta, "Oh my God, your name should totally be Imbir! Because you're, like, almost ginger, right? And you're totally an honorary Polish citizen, so, duh, you like, need a Polish name, and that's it!"
Proud of himself, he turned and continued on his way happily. "Okay, now that we've got all that, like, important stuff out of the way--"
To Poland's side, trees and bushes rustled suddenly, and he heard a faint voice; with a yelp, he darted around the newly-named Imbir and took cover behind her, peering over her. "Um," he whispered, stroking her mane in an almost soothing manner, "this is just, like, to be in the best situation, right? I'm not even scared or anything lame like that, seriously, who even--"
The bushes rustled again, and he ducked lower.
Out of the camouflage of the bushes stepped a young girl, and Poland could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and he was almost choking up; oh, no, no way, he did not want to deal with this, this was lame and so not on, don't even notice me, don't notice me, just don't--
… Her clothes were… really cute. A plaid skirt, long socks, cute little red shoes…
Poland looked down at the (totally grody) clothes he was wearing, and he suddenly hatched a brilliant idea. (Duh.)
"H…" He swallowed and steeled his nerves, trying to ignore the little shakes of his hands and knees, the choking sensation, the tightness of his chest, his racing heart; he stepped out from his shelter behind Imbir and did his best not to look nervous or intimidated. "Hey, so, u-um, like. Where did you--"
"I challenge you to a battle!"
He almost shrieked and dived right behind Imbir again, but his legs were shaking too much for him to walk, he was pretty sure, so he just grabbed the hem of his shirt and started fiddling. "Y-you, uh - uh, what?"
"A battle," the girl repeated impatiently, reaching for one of the strange balls on her belt. Oh my God, is she, like, seriously going to attack me?! Liet, you total loser, where are you?! Oh my God, what do I even do--?! "Don't look so freaked out," she huffed, interrupting Poland's panicking and visions of being axe-murdered, "it's just a Pokemon battle."
"… A what?"
"… You really don't know?"
And so she explained it to him.
By the end, Poland's idea had become even more brilliant. He didn't think that was possible, but apparently so; he could really best himself.
"Okay, so, wait," he said, and the girl paused in the midst of unhooking one of her Pokeballs. "We're supposed to, like, bet money or something on this, yeah? Uh, no, let's do something less lame, gambling with money is totally dumb. So why don't we just, you know, bet something else?"
She blinked. "Like what?"
Her clothes were really cute.
They were really comfortable, too.
Name: Ichi
Livejournal Username: unspeakingly
E-mail: ezzigreenie@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN: [AIM] kowareta ichi
Timezone: Australian EST
Current Characters in Route: faketear
Character
Name: Poland | Feliks Łukasiewicz
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present Day
Canon Resource Links: the country | the character
Affiliation: Breeder!
Personality: Poland is rude, blunt and forward towards his friends; he's highly opinionated and he has no problems in telling everyone else exactly what he thinks. He's self-centred, immature and he can be unfair and pretty much a sore loser; when Lithuania beats him in a game, he flips the board over and says it's the Polish rule. He seems to have trouble taking anything seriously (although sometimes that could just be a coping method) and holds his own (often superficial) wants in priority over many more important matters; he's laid-back, flippant and a real childish pain in the neck, making up his own little things like the "Polish Rule", saying that Warsaw will become your capital. He's pretty fashionable and feminine, too, and he cross-dresses as a hobby.
But that's only around his friends; to any other nation, or any strangers, Poland is cripplingly shy, and he can't actually cope in social interactions; he usually withdraws, and resorts to hiding behind Lithuania. He's not afraid to be cheery, loud and extremely forward around his few close friends, but when it comes to others, he's very nervous, he becomes easily embarrassed and anxious, and he can't handle conflict, or even to be around them. He has pretty low self-esteem if he's not talking to friends, and he can be quite self-conscious at times. It’s a strange side compared to his obnoxious self.
However, he has also shown a more serious, loyal and protective side, although it’s a rarity; in the Battle of Grunwald, when he and Lithuania fought together against Prussia, he showed amazing trust and faith in Lithuania, as well as an ability to follow plans as he's told, and he takes the battle very seriously, even with his snarky quip towards Prussia when Lithuania shows up according to plan. He even stands up against Sweden and scolds him, although very shortly afterwards he retreats into his usual shell and hides behind Lithuania, abashed.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
- He's good with agricultural stuff like farming, just from years of experience.
- He's very fashionable. It's a strength in his books, okay.
- For whatever reason, be it determination or stubbornness, he's very hard to take down. He continuously rises from the ashes, "like a phoenix", so that's probably one of his biggest strengths. He gets back up no matter what.
- He's unfailingly loyal to people that manage to worm their way into his heart.
- But he can't cope in social situations, at all. He panics, and he has a massive fear of being stuck in confronting situations.
- He's pretty scared of loss and betrayal, too, considering how hard it is for him to adjust to trusting people in the first place.
Starter: Ponyta, "Imbir"
Password: Salmon riceballs.
Samples
First Person Sample:
ummm so lyk, i have to carry all this junk with me?? where am i even going? this is so ttly lame you guys, i'm already tired. can't i have a packhorse or something?? idek.
anyway w/e i'm Feliks Łukasiewicz and ewwww these clothes are rly gross can't i have something cuter? does anyone know where i could get something better?? because i'm going to lyk, die if i can't get a cute skirt and a pretty blouse or something idk. and only two pairs of clothes? MAJORLY EWWW i'm gonna get all gross and stinky ew ew ewwww. so not cool.
um btw is this even possible? i should ttly be in Poland rn, not "New Bark Town" or w/e this place is. talk to me, i'm rly rly confused.
Third Person Sample:
"Ooooh. My. Gawd."
Poland threw his arms around the neck of the pony - never mind the fact that it looked a little off, with those colours, those eyes, and the fact that instead of a mane it was on fire - and gave a delighted squeal. "Ohmigawd, you are just, like, the cutest thing ever! This totally makes up for this weird place that, like, is so not Warsaw and the fact that Liet isn't even around - can you believe that guy? Uh, rude! But he'd be so totally jealous anyway, so I guess it's cool. Ooh, you are just so cute! Ponies are in, like, my top ten bestest things list!"
The Ponyta whinnied and pawed the ground with its hooves, and Poland laughed, brushing his hand over the flames of its mane - surprisingly, it didn't hurt; it was just a sort of comfortable warmth.
"Okay, so, like, we should totally go find Liet and any of the others, right?" He started walking, and the Ponyta followed obediently. "Um, where would those guys even be? Gosh, this is, like, way too hard, and this foresty stuff and the tall grass? So not my thing, and so unflattering. Oh--" He spun around, excited, and said to the Ponyta, "Oh my God, your name should totally be Imbir! Because you're, like, almost ginger, right? And you're totally an honorary Polish citizen, so, duh, you like, need a Polish name, and that's it!"
Proud of himself, he turned and continued on his way happily. "Okay, now that we've got all that, like, important stuff out of the way--"
To Poland's side, trees and bushes rustled suddenly, and he heard a faint voice; with a yelp, he darted around the newly-named Imbir and took cover behind her, peering over her. "Um," he whispered, stroking her mane in an almost soothing manner, "this is just, like, to be in the best situation, right? I'm not even scared or anything lame like that, seriously, who even--"
The bushes rustled again, and he ducked lower.
Out of the camouflage of the bushes stepped a young girl, and Poland could feel his heart thudding in his chest, and he was almost choking up; oh, no, no way, he did not want to deal with this, this was lame and so not on, don't even notice me, don't notice me, just don't--
… Her clothes were… really cute. A plaid skirt, long socks, cute little red shoes…
Poland looked down at the (totally grody) clothes he was wearing, and he suddenly hatched a brilliant idea. (Duh.)
"H…" He swallowed and steeled his nerves, trying to ignore the little shakes of his hands and knees, the choking sensation, the tightness of his chest, his racing heart; he stepped out from his shelter behind Imbir and did his best not to look nervous or intimidated. "Hey, so, u-um, like. Where did you--"
"I challenge you to a battle!"
He almost shrieked and dived right behind Imbir again, but his legs were shaking too much for him to walk, he was pretty sure, so he just grabbed the hem of his shirt and started fiddling. "Y-you, uh - uh, what?"
"A battle," the girl repeated impatiently, reaching for one of the strange balls on her belt. Oh my God, is she, like, seriously going to attack me?! Liet, you total loser, where are you?! Oh my God, what do I even do--?! "Don't look so freaked out," she huffed, interrupting Poland's panicking and visions of being axe-murdered, "it's just a Pokemon battle."
"… A what?"
"… You really don't know?"
And so she explained it to him.
By the end, Poland's idea had become even more brilliant. He didn't think that was possible, but apparently so; he could really best himself.
"Okay, so, wait," he said, and the girl paused in the midst of unhooking one of her Pokeballs. "We're supposed to, like, bet money or something on this, yeah? Uh, no, let's do something less lame, gambling with money is totally dumb. So why don't we just, you know, bet something else?"
She blinked. "Like what?"
Her clothes were really cute.
They were really comfortable, too.