Post by betheviolin on Nov 20, 2011 2:55:09 GMT -5
The Character
Country Name: Austria
Human Name: Roderich Edelstein
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: A well-spoken man, Austria is very prone to speak his mind on matters that would originally never involve him anyways. He doesn't enjoy the company of incompetent persons who cannot sit back and enjoy art, and will usually call them an ass or something to get them going. Though he does enjoy the company of those who are close to his own likes, he does try to understand where others come from.
He does speak in tongues other than his own, as he has found a strange liking to Spanish, Italian and German. He will usually force a way to use these, though it usually never works out quite like he wants it to and if someone else does know what he's saying, well they'll get a nice laugh. He almost never uses the words correctly, and as such his conversations with Italy, Spain and Germany usually turn either awkward, or hilarious.
He has a soft spot for birds, especially a small yellow bird. He doesn't enjoy the annoying owner of the bird, but the bird is his definite weakness. He only really hangs around said person because of the bird, and sometimes he'll even try and steal the bird away just to hold it a while longer or speak to it for a little longer than a second or two.
He can also express his ultimate frustration via piano. He almost always uses Chopin to express his anger and utter disgust over matters, but he always stops on a low part and basically says they should get the idea before leaving. He's actually rather introverted near strangers, but if he notices them throwing something away half-eaten he'll ask him what they think they're doing...
Around friends he is the silent type, choosing not to speak until he's brought in against his will. He'd much rather eat cake than talk to half of them anyways.
In bad situations he'll simply sit down and complain, much like a woman, for someone to come help him out of it. He doesn't like to do many things by himself, as he prefers someone to do it for him. That's just his aristocratic side of himself coming out. He heavilly dislikes dirtying his own hands, and will always complain when he is forced to do so, saying how unreliable others are.
When he's in a decent situation he will still eat his cake, and just nod in time with a tune in his head, usually to Mozart or Chopin, and almost completely ignoring those around him. He really hates being disturbed, but usually just sighs and forgives the person who disturbed him.
He is highly unable to stay furious at anyone, and usually goes through a flurry of facial expressions before he finally forgives the person and strikes up a small, short-lived conversation with them to get his mind off of whatever they did or said to upset him. This always works.
When he's alone... Well he makes Music when he's alone. He's quiet, calm, and concentrated. Other than being alone, he's only silent and calm around Canada, mainly because he has absolutely no idea who Canada is, or where he is. He can't see Canada, at all. Who is Canada anyways? Who is he talking about?
Weapon: Hussar Sabre (Sword)
Likes: Music
Art
Cake
Saving Money
Sewing
Dislikes: Marine Animals
Wasting money
Throwing away clothes because they have a hole in them
People who dislike art and music
people pulling on his Mariazell
Strengths:
+Musical Coordination
+Observant
+Common Sense
+ A natural eye for artistic talent
+ His sword arm is rather decent(ish), as he prefers swords over rifles.
Weaknesses:
-Lack of direction
-His Mariazell. (The ahoge of his hair.)
-Music being played incorrectly
-Trust Issues
- Puts others before himself.
Sample Post: Silence. The deafening roar of the lack of sound. It's all Roderich could think about as he tried desperately to remember. Remember what? Who knew. Eventually Roderich would give up, sighing as he grabbed his cake and small fork from his desk, the small chink of metal against porcelain enough to make him smile at the sound. Sound. The very essence of beauty when mixed correctly with an orchestra, or a very good Piano and Violin. A vocal ensemble is acceptable as well, especially when they sing the correct notes in correct pitch. Otherwise, he couldn't stand sound. It was a love/hate relationship between him and sound, most of the time it was love, some of the time it was hate. The sun played pleasantly on his grand piano, where he had been spending the last few days writing a new song, a new mixture of sound, something everyone outside could enjoy. As he created his next score, he had heard others outside playing the most disgusting mixture of sound and voice ever. They enjoyed it, but he did not. He closed his windows, every day around the same time just to block out the incorrect mixture of sound flowing inside of his home.
As time progressed he found himself dozing off, his cake untouched and silence settling around him once more. Something about the silence made him unbearably tired, as his lids slowly closed over violet eyes. He began dreaming in vivid color, of sound playing beautifully as it had before, of sweet, addictive symphonies being played in front of entire audiences...
When would music ever be the same..?
Did you read the rules?:
★ rose
★ tomatoes
★ freedom
★ eyebrows
★ maple
★ knife
The Player
Name: Austria
Timezone: GMT - 6 (Central Standard Time)