aria
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Post by aria on Feb 9, 2011 18:18:09 GMT -5
My head spins...
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I have no consciousness
Three Icons or a picture, don't stretch the board too
much!!
My vision is distorted...
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I can't see the scenery
The character this application is going to apply for is
Ivan Braginsky. He represents The Russian Federation. They look 24. This character is Canon. Their apparent birthday is June 12. This character's sexuality is
Bisexual
Pain, scream
I can't say anything ah~
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Just where is tomorrow's light? Unreasonable world, I don't say anything
Physical Appearance:
Ivan is an intimidating person at first glance. He has a childish, naive face but his height makes him loom over everyone else like a giant and his large build makes him look like one of those burly bodyguards. He often wears many layers of clothing, despite how warm it might be outside.
His hair is thin and has a shade of sandy blonde, but at times looks like a shade of platinum blonde or even white. His eyes are violet, and there seems to be something mysterious and hidden away from the rest of the world or the most compassionate, warm look that a person can show when one looks at him. At times the blue pigment is more prominent and the violet shade is almost nonexistent, but there are also moments when a person can see a streak of crimson through the iris.
But I know,
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That I'm not
Free!
It seems that ants, Don't die
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Even after they fall from high places
Likes:
~Vodka~
~Water Pipes~
~Warm Weather~
~Sunflowers~
~Having other nations be "be one with Russia"~
Dislikes:
~Cold Weather~
~Not being the one in control~
~Mongols~
Nonsense thoughts
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Eat away at my body
Even if I bow down and try to
please, It won't be delivered above the clouds
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Because they couldn't come out from their places, Outsiders don't care
They say humans are all equal
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When I hear it, I just walk on while believing in something
Personality: (250 words long)
Fears:
*One of Ivan's greatest fears is that he isn't good enough, that he won't be able to fufill his lofty goals of having everyone under his care and making sure that people will be happy and not have to suffer nearly as much as he or his sisters have. He fears that his attempts will be in vain and that because of him, people's lives will become worse or that he will be seen later on as an evil, tyrannical nation. He still has recurring nightmares about all the suffering that have occured to his people and it constantly haunts him. Ivan wants the suffering to end, he wants to end the famine, the violence, the crimes, the war. But most of the time, he seems that he's working on doing the opposite and the guilt chokes him afterwards.
*Ivan always needs to feel that he has some sort of power. He's afraid of becoming completely powerless, to be unable to do anything. He doesn't want to be the passive bystander who wishes with all their might that they could do something, but can't even if they tried. He needs som level of power, of authority, even just a plain sense of superiority at times. He's afraid of being weak- like a little damsel-in-distress. Because of this, Ivan tries to make himself seem like a brick wall; never faltering. This determination to not look weak goes to the point of him looking like a cruel, heeartless figure just to try and hide his tears from the public. He remembers the times of when he was the subject of others and never wants to go down to that level ever again.
Weaknesses: (70 words, at least Four weaknesses.)
`Insanity: Ivan's well aware of his... "psychotic episodes." At times it just makes him very violent, but most of the time, it makes him a very illogical person to an almost schizophrenic level. He has a delusion that everyone is best off with him but is also paranoid that others are all against him.
`His neck: It's a weak spot for him, which is why he always wears a scarf. If someons touches his neck, he almost automatically becomes panicked and especially paranoid.
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Strengths: (70 words, at least Four strengths.)
`Stamina: No matter what you may throw at Ivan, chances are that he's just going to stand back up and try to appear as unaffected as possible. He's gone through all sorts of suffering, and each time he has been able to stand back up with a smile (though sometimes the smile is empty or the type that only madmen can have.)
`Physical Strength: Ivan is one of the strongest nations physically (with only nations like America able to beat him in a fistfight.) There's no part of him that's weak besides his neck, as the years he had to endure made him hardy and tough.
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Gently melt my shaking heart,
And take me to my dream from that day
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I set fire to the wilderness in front of me and just left my moving wishes
I whisper by myself, The one
flower in front of me, It says it's "the world"
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And bloomed as if to persuade me, I can't see tomorrow, I don't even want to
see it, but right now
History: (300 words, you are allowed to create a history of what's
happened in these events, however some knowledge of the previous history is
useful.)
Theme Song: (Optional, but you can add it if you wish.)
I whisper by myself, The one
flower in front of me, It says it's "the world"
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And bloomed as if to persuade me, I can't see tomorrow, I don't even want to
see it, but right now
I know, The freedom in
my hand
Love or status,
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Our honor are not needed
Family?:
Ukraine- Sister
Natalia Arlovskaya/Belarus- Sister
Lotom("summer" in Russian)- Pet cat
RP Sample:
When Ivan first looked at the mirror, he almost mistook himself for a lifeless doll. The warmth that normal humans seemed to radiate was almost gone in Ivan. He tried to smile, but it only made him look more empty and hollow, as if there was a dark veil hiding who he was.
Who is he, anyway? Ivan thinks he forgot. He had started to forget about his early days. He remembers that he had to work to survive, but at least those days were better in that he still had innocent fun with his sisters. Those were the days before he started to feel cold inside himself. Ivan sighs- what should be birds chirping outisde was replaced by protests and fits of coughing and wheezing. Not another day, not another day...
He covers his eyes with his hands. What was the point now? For the first time in... in a long while, he's hopeless. His people, his comrades, were suffering and dying from this disease that he's immune to, or at least partly immune. It doesn't take him much to visualize the frozen corpses forced to stay in their positions since the weather would not allow them to rot back into the earth. The survivors have started to lay the corpses down shoulder to shoulder and pour water over them to provide ice roads. Salt water drips from the gaps in between his fingers. It's just like the damned Great Patriotic War. The war of extermination.
Except this time, the enemy isn't human and Ivan hasn't had a Stalingrad yet. He doubts there will be one. The people have gone to religion or suicide as a last resort. Better to take your own life in a pain-less way than to suffer and die slowly by a virus. He bets all the churches are stained with the blood of those desperate sick who have crawled their way into the building, crying and screaming to God for forgiveness. He had just seen a woman do that with a baby in her arms yesterday afternoon. She had been coughing out blood the whole time and pressed the baby to her chest as if it was a vaccine. By the time she had started to leave the church, the baby's skin started to cool and it's stubby limps were limp.
His people think that he's the more fortunate one, being (partially) immune to this cruel virus. Ivan would beg to differ.
When he comes out to the balcony where his suffering comrades gathered to protest, or rather, beg for a cure, he recalls Bloody Sunday. How ironic it is- today is a Sunday.
The tears which are barely on his face now, start to freeze, "My poor comrades," he starts to say. His throat feels stuck, frozen like the road of corpses which led into the crowd and ultimately to his house. His scarf flickered against the cold winter winds, "Please be aware that we're trying our best to find you all a cure."
"Lies!" One voice erupted. It was of a boy; he looked about 14 at most. Ivan felt something stab into his heart. He wanted to embrace the poor boy- it was obvious that the kid wasn't going to last another two weeks with his hollowed face, clothes stained with blood which he coughed out, and stick-like limbs with the bones portruding out in an odd fashion, "You bastards always lie, always deceive us just to watch us suffer, you sick sons-of-a-bitch!" Other shouts started to emerge from the crowd. Ivan wanted to calm them all, to tell- no, show them that he does care, that he couldn't care more for them and is doing all he can for them. His vocal chords are about as vibrant as the dead baby that mother in that church was holding and he stood still, unable to do anything.
"You're just saying this so that you can survive and just leave us to die!" The statement made Ivan's eyes widen and had his vocal chords start to move once more, first sluggishly, but soon became more alive.
"Alright then, kill me!" Ivan shouts loud enough to throw all the others into complete silence, "Kill me if you'd like, I'd love it if you did! Shoot me, poison me, tear out my heart and lungs right in front of my eyes! I'll comply with whatever end you'll decide for me. You can all torture me; impale me with a log, put me in the rack, vivisect me, drop me off the Cathedral onto a floor of iron spikes, freeze me, cut off my limbs and beat me to death with them! Do what you will of me- I'll even let you eat me if you think that it will cure you! I'm not mocking you, my comrades, I never have. I have always stood by your side from the birth of your ancestors to the Mongol invasion to the war with Napoleon and the Great Patriotic War. I have always supported what you wanted, and did my best to reach these pursuits for you, my comrades. Do not mistake me with corrupt officials- I am in essence the same as you, fated to live in this harsh world," he takes out a pistol and points it at his own head.
"It makes sense that you all want me dead," he says with a complete change of mood, "I have promised far too much than I can handle and made you all shiver in huddles, waiting for me to deliver those promises." Ivan's hands are shaking now and the fear is apparent in his eyes. In fact, it has never been this prominent since the Great Patriotic War, "I have fooled myself... I've fooled myself to believe that I'm good enough to reach the lofty goals that all men have: of life and happiness. But whenever I attempt to do something, it becomes worse and I only make you, my comrades, suffer more because of it. If I had the ability to kill myself, I would have done so long ago. I'm not... I'm not worthy to be your nation, o-or any nation..." His legs are shaking now too, his feet almost rattle inside the boots, "F-forgive me, comrades... I... I'll do what's best for you all." He feels hot water drip down his face. Oh wait, those are tears. It has been a long while since they've made a public appearance, and hopefully it'll be the last.
Ivan feels panic welling up inside of him. He tires to hum quietly to calm himself down. When he realizes that it's the national anthem that he's humming, it only makes him feel worse, "Do svidaniya," he croaks in a volume so low that only the people in the front could hear.
This won't work, he knows that. He's tried several times to get it to work. But the people need to know that he's honest in his words. He swallows some cold air, and looks up at the sky. Lovely sunrise today. A lucky sunrise- one that doesn't have to worry about anything.
Ivan pulls the trigger.
Is this kind of life really
fun?
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Until it becomes undone,
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Just keep on selecting "to live"
Ant by Miku Hatsune. English lyrics are from
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