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mister_torero) wrote2012-04-23 02:29 pm
mister_torero) wrote2012-04-23 02:29 pm
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Application to Ruby City
PLAYER
Name: Alyssa
Personal Journal:emo_viking_jil
E-mail: adaniellec@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: andalltheworlds @ AIM andalltheworlds @ plurk
CHARACTER
Name: Spain | Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present day from this point on
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
In the character introductions, Spain is introduced as “the country of passion” and this is very much true. He’s big hearted, impulsive, and more than often found wandering about charming people with his incredibly boyish charisma despite his long years of life. He’s one of those bright, cheerful extroverts that people naturally gravitate to, and he’s incredibly able at reading one’s heart and troubles despite his inability to figure out their thoughts. In fact, he’s rather bone headed and things go over his head more often than not.
Because of said bone headedness Spain is quite frequently shown as not being able to read the atmosphere. This, in turn, feeds into the assumption that he is rather clueless and insensitive. While he is blunt, Spain is very empathetic and easily sympathizes with people. He holds affection high in his regards, and thinks of himself as a role model or hero to those younger than him. This is more often than not ignored but he doesn’t mind, insisting that he be called “Boss Spain” and becoming impossibly gleeful when someone does so. This feeds into his desire to be well respected and in control as he was back in his empire days, but he is also quite fine with being free and able to live life to the fullest.
Historically speaking, Spain has lived through everything the world could throw at him. He’s gone through hardships like every other country and knows the pinch of famine and weakness of war as intimately as one knows a lover. Likewise, he’s gone through enlightenment and the thrill of adventure, taking to it like a duck to water. He boasts the ability to spring back from hardships with a cheerful smile and continue on like nothing is wrong.
Because of this ability, and also hardships he’s endured, Spain is fully aware that cruelty exists in the world despite his often naïve outlook. With this in mind, it’s easy to see why he holds justice, honesty and honor itself to be in high regards. He has a very clean cut sense of equivalent exchange, and firmly believes in it. With his sense of justice being so high, it is unsurprising that he will willingly draw his weapons and try to avenge those who have been wronged. This is an especially strong notion when it comes to his current and former colonies, who he will throw himself into chaos with no regards for himself. This disregard for his wellbeing ties into his impulsive nature. More often than not, Spain will throw caution to the wind, and jump headfirst into tricky situations with not a care in the world.
Empathy leads him; he is incapable of making decisions that are unbiased and detached from his emotions. Luckily, he is resilient, and his courage serves him well. As courageous as Spain is, there is also a heavy dose of faith behind his actions. He firmly believes, and has long learned that standing firm in the face of devastation even if there is little hope will always be the best decision. He will not bow, and will fight till he is beaten and battered.
This is not only his passion speaking, but his pride. Because although Spain is rather laidback, he is just as proud as other countries are. In fact, this pride leads to him being reluctant to admit to follies and other mishaps. He would much rather don his carefree, cheerful visage and hide away mistakes he’s made. While Spain is not truly a deceptive nation-man, this mask can make it hard to glimpse his true feelings. Not to say that his enthusiasm is faked, as Spain truly enjoys flattering friends and allies, and other people’s happiness furthers his own.
Spain is both a country, and a man of extremes. His feelings are never quite neutral or passive; he throws his all into things one way or the other, somehow managing to be something quite akin to polar opposites at the same time. If ever Spain was to let himself be engrossed with his thoughts, then it is quite likely that he will physically react to such things- shaking with rage over some perceived injustice, laughing and bouncing on the ball of his feet at the very thought of some potential entertainment.
Himaruya once mentioned that Spain had a bit of a “double-identity” going on. When one thinks about his quiet ambitions, and centuries of secrecy as he attempted to maintain his general cheerful lighthearted disposition it is obvious how this two-faced nature could come about. To those nations who have never done battle with Spain, they have never seen this slip of his mask. To those that have- well, passion can sometimes lead to fanatical actions, and Spain has certainly been there and done that.
First Person:
[The commuter flickers on to focus in on incredible bright green eyes. For a second that’s all that’s visible, but soon enough their owner is leaning back with a peal of delighted laughter, jostling the pocket watch just so that the feed goes a bit blurry. Spain is still rather recognizable, if only from the easy going smile on his face.
There’s no hint that he was initially disconcerted to wake up on a strange train, with no idea where he was or where he was heading. He taps a finger against the face of the watch, murmuring to himself before he realizes its recording. He perks up, fingers twitching up into a lazy wave.]
Hooola~! Can somebody tell me where I am?
[He doesn’t quite seem to realize his video is upside down.]
Third Person:
Battle was always something messy, no matter whom it was against, but Spain had grown used to it (or rather, as used to battle as one could be). In some manner, he enjoyed it far more than he liked to admit. The heft of a battle ax in his hand was familiar and comforting, and the thrill of the hunt left him grinning, flying high on adrenaline. He liked to think that there was a roguish charm to soldiers, and that while perhaps many would die, this was all for a good cause, a great cause. Perhaps he could not quite wrap his mind around it, but why else would his boss send him out to war? Surely there was a reason, and it was not his job to question his king.
He ignored the fluttering thought that he didn’t question things simply because he wanted to go throw himself into the fray and turned his attention to the opposing army. It was all too easy to catch glimpse of the other nation, green eyes locking on their form as the armies met and clashed like a wave upon the sand. Spain strode through the carnage, eyes never straying very far from his opponent, even as his people died around him, as enemy soldiers attempted to cut him down. Though the mortals fought and bled, this was between nations, and nothing could get in their way.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and the harsh rays of sunlight made the armor he bore that much heavier, but still he couldn’t stop the sharp smile from blooming on his face nor the excitement bubbling in his stomach. Amidst the chaos their blades meet, sword and ax adding to the cacophony of noise around them. And while a part of him just wants to return home to his darling little Italia, a bigger part screams and thrills at the hunt. The nations grin sharply at each other and spring apart, beginning the deadly dance of weapons.
Perhaps one of them would lay dead at the end. But that was war. And war was messy.
Name: Alyssa
Personal Journal:
emo_viking_jil E-mail: adaniellec@yahoo.com
AIM/MSN/etc: andalltheworlds @ AIM andalltheworlds @ plurk
CHARACTER
Name: Spain | Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present day from this point on
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
In the character introductions, Spain is introduced as “the country of passion” and this is very much true. He’s big hearted, impulsive, and more than often found wandering about charming people with his incredibly boyish charisma despite his long years of life. He’s one of those bright, cheerful extroverts that people naturally gravitate to, and he’s incredibly able at reading one’s heart and troubles despite his inability to figure out their thoughts. In fact, he’s rather bone headed and things go over his head more often than not.
Because of said bone headedness Spain is quite frequently shown as not being able to read the atmosphere. This, in turn, feeds into the assumption that he is rather clueless and insensitive. While he is blunt, Spain is very empathetic and easily sympathizes with people. He holds affection high in his regards, and thinks of himself as a role model or hero to those younger than him. This is more often than not ignored but he doesn’t mind, insisting that he be called “Boss Spain” and becoming impossibly gleeful when someone does so. This feeds into his desire to be well respected and in control as he was back in his empire days, but he is also quite fine with being free and able to live life to the fullest.
Historically speaking, Spain has lived through everything the world could throw at him. He’s gone through hardships like every other country and knows the pinch of famine and weakness of war as intimately as one knows a lover. Likewise, he’s gone through enlightenment and the thrill of adventure, taking to it like a duck to water. He boasts the ability to spring back from hardships with a cheerful smile and continue on like nothing is wrong.
Because of this ability, and also hardships he’s endured, Spain is fully aware that cruelty exists in the world despite his often naïve outlook. With this in mind, it’s easy to see why he holds justice, honesty and honor itself to be in high regards. He has a very clean cut sense of equivalent exchange, and firmly believes in it. With his sense of justice being so high, it is unsurprising that he will willingly draw his weapons and try to avenge those who have been wronged. This is an especially strong notion when it comes to his current and former colonies, who he will throw himself into chaos with no regards for himself. This disregard for his wellbeing ties into his impulsive nature. More often than not, Spain will throw caution to the wind, and jump headfirst into tricky situations with not a care in the world.
Empathy leads him; he is incapable of making decisions that are unbiased and detached from his emotions. Luckily, he is resilient, and his courage serves him well. As courageous as Spain is, there is also a heavy dose of faith behind his actions. He firmly believes, and has long learned that standing firm in the face of devastation even if there is little hope will always be the best decision. He will not bow, and will fight till he is beaten and battered.
This is not only his passion speaking, but his pride. Because although Spain is rather laidback, he is just as proud as other countries are. In fact, this pride leads to him being reluctant to admit to follies and other mishaps. He would much rather don his carefree, cheerful visage and hide away mistakes he’s made. While Spain is not truly a deceptive nation-man, this mask can make it hard to glimpse his true feelings. Not to say that his enthusiasm is faked, as Spain truly enjoys flattering friends and allies, and other people’s happiness furthers his own.
Spain is both a country, and a man of extremes. His feelings are never quite neutral or passive; he throws his all into things one way or the other, somehow managing to be something quite akin to polar opposites at the same time. If ever Spain was to let himself be engrossed with his thoughts, then it is quite likely that he will physically react to such things- shaking with rage over some perceived injustice, laughing and bouncing on the ball of his feet at the very thought of some potential entertainment.
Himaruya once mentioned that Spain had a bit of a “double-identity” going on. When one thinks about his quiet ambitions, and centuries of secrecy as he attempted to maintain his general cheerful lighthearted disposition it is obvious how this two-faced nature could come about. To those nations who have never done battle with Spain, they have never seen this slip of his mask. To those that have- well, passion can sometimes lead to fanatical actions, and Spain has certainly been there and done that.
First Person:
[The commuter flickers on to focus in on incredible bright green eyes. For a second that’s all that’s visible, but soon enough their owner is leaning back with a peal of delighted laughter, jostling the pocket watch just so that the feed goes a bit blurry. Spain is still rather recognizable, if only from the easy going smile on his face.
There’s no hint that he was initially disconcerted to wake up on a strange train, with no idea where he was or where he was heading. He taps a finger against the face of the watch, murmuring to himself before he realizes its recording. He perks up, fingers twitching up into a lazy wave.]
Hooola~! Can somebody tell me where I am?
[He doesn’t quite seem to realize his video is upside down.]
Third Person:
Battle was always something messy, no matter whom it was against, but Spain had grown used to it (or rather, as used to battle as one could be). In some manner, he enjoyed it far more than he liked to admit. The heft of a battle ax in his hand was familiar and comforting, and the thrill of the hunt left him grinning, flying high on adrenaline. He liked to think that there was a roguish charm to soldiers, and that while perhaps many would die, this was all for a good cause, a great cause. Perhaps he could not quite wrap his mind around it, but why else would his boss send him out to war? Surely there was a reason, and it was not his job to question his king.
He ignored the fluttering thought that he didn’t question things simply because he wanted to go throw himself into the fray and turned his attention to the opposing army. It was all too easy to catch glimpse of the other nation, green eyes locking on their form as the armies met and clashed like a wave upon the sand. Spain strode through the carnage, eyes never straying very far from his opponent, even as his people died around him, as enemy soldiers attempted to cut him down. Though the mortals fought and bled, this was between nations, and nothing could get in their way.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and the harsh rays of sunlight made the armor he bore that much heavier, but still he couldn’t stop the sharp smile from blooming on his face nor the excitement bubbling in his stomach. Amidst the chaos their blades meet, sword and ax adding to the cacophony of noise around them. And while a part of him just wants to return home to his darling little Italia, a bigger part screams and thrills at the hunt. The nations grin sharply at each other and spring apart, beginning the deadly dance of weapons.
Perhaps one of them would lay dead at the end. But that was war. And war was messy.