OOC: Poland App for The Sky Tides
PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Ket
AIM/E-mail/Contact: Duinorwen / elvenpirate42@hotmail.com
LJ: cognitiveleague
CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Canon Character and Series: Feliks Łukasiewicz / Poland, Axis Powers Hetalia
In-Game Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): Silvana, Gunner or Cabin Boy
Appearance:
To look at Feliks, you really wouldn't think he spent his youth working in the fields. He is lithe, almost delicate in appearance, with enough softness around his features to keep from appearing too unusually skinny, but very little visible muscle tone.
His hair is cropped evenly, just above his shoulders, pale ashy blond in color and very straight. His skin is also pale, and prone to sunburning and showing blushes very easily. While he doesn't have the budget to buy very nice things, he is fashion-conscious, and will modify second hand clothes to have more of the high-fashion flair he likes, if necessary. In the same way as he hides his poor background behind flashy clothes, he tends to come off as very self-confident and brash in order to hide his vulnerability; his posture and attitude ring of confidence so strong as to be almost flippant.
Feliks has a slightly feminine facial structure, with a softer jawline than most men. His eyes are a bright, vibrant shade of green, and generally hold a look either of manic energy or of bored indifference (the latter of which is sometimes just because they tend to be heavy-lidded, but is usually because he is bored or indifferent).
Personality:
He might be small, but Feliks has all the attitude of five men twice his size all rolled into one. Outspoken, proud, and even confrontational, he insists on having his way regardless of who he's talking to. He is typically childish and bossy, pushing his friends around and making up his own rules when the normal ones don't suit him.
Fiercely individualistic, he doesn't let anyone or anything stand in the way of his self-expression. His habit of making up his own rules as he goes along stretches to almost everything--why let something like popular opinion tell him how to talk, or think, or dress? What's the big deal if he likes to dress in drag now and then? When others judge him as weak, effeminate, overly brash, or strange, he shrugs them off. He won't let anyone tell him who to be, no matter what.
When confronted with a challenge, Feliks is close to incapable of backing down. He is proud and stubborn, and very near impossible to break, despite his delicate appearance. When it's not a matter of stubborn pride or childlike impulse, though, he can be incredibly lazy and hard to motivate.
While on one level, his outgoing, flamboyant personality is completely genuine, it also serves to protect his less often seen side. Deep down, he's actually quite shy, and has trouble getting comfortable around new people. He knows that a lot of people are bigger, stronger, smarter, more influential, and just generally more powerful than he is. He's been picked on a lot by those bigger, stronger people, and while he was once inclined to trust people almost immediately, he has a certain learned reluctance about trust now. The intensity of his pushiness and insistence on being able to express himself is in part rooted in the need to assert his autonomy and strength, to protect himself. He doesn't care about other people's opinions of him as a rule, because he thinks that they don't care about him, either, at best, or want to hurt him at worst.
That's not to say that he doesn't have any friends. When he does come to trust and like someone, he's very loyal and protective. Unfortunately, he is no less pushy, and often winds up using less assertive friends almost as servants. He cares about them deeply, but his personality tends to be rather overpowering, and he really doesn't realize that it can bother his friends when he pushes his will on them.
As a side note, he's also actually very religious.
Abilities/Weapons:
Feliks is stubborn, brave, and a sweet and loyal person deep down. His self-sufficient mindset allows him to follow his ambitions with little if any support from outside. He can think outside the box, and has the charisma and attitude not to humiliate himself even when he says or does extremely silly things. As a friend, he's caring and protective. His will is nearly impossible to break, and his faith brings him a lot of comfort when things are hard.
How well can your character hack?:
...I laughed for about five minutes at the thought of him trying. He can't, at all. If they tried to teach him in school, he got Liet to help him, forgot immediately afterwards, or both.
Weaknesses:
While it keeps him somewhat insulated from damage from others' words or actions, his attitude is rather abrasive. He's simply the kind of person best taken in small doses, and even his friends need a break from him fairly often. His assertiveness and stubbornness can hurt him as much as they help him, as he'll get into fights without consideration for whether or not he can win them, and refuse to back down even when given a half-decent chance. He can be a pushy little drama queen, and unapologetic about it. He isn't really all that smart or strong, though he hides it as well as he can with bravado and ambition. New people make him nervous and insecure, which only makes him act out more when he can't avoid them. He can be extremely frivolous, and will often shrug his work off onto his friends.
History:
The only child of a pair of a pair of workers on a rye farm near Colvus, Feliks was adored by his parents and given a lot of freedom as a child. He was always confident, adventurous, and creative, though the enthusiasm with which he took to the woods and fields was only matched by the speed with which he ran to hide behind his mother's skirts when there was a stranger around.
His parents told him a lot of old stories, about princesses in castles and courage and true love, the kind everyone hears, where the nice guy always won. Feliks loved those stories, even if he was always dubious about the heroes winning because they were nice and honest and all. He often pretended to be in one of those stories, as he roamed all over the farm.
He can't remember how old he was when he met Toris--six, maybe. He can still remember the day, though. It was in the spring, and he'd been on his way home when the clouds had burst suddenly, drenching everything. He'd wanted nothing more than to go home and change into something warm and dry right then, but he'd been distracted by an interesting sight.
There was a boy his age, with dark green eyes and brown hair turned dark by the rain, hunched over something bright yellow on the ground--chicks. Feliks was immediately struck by the thought that this boy, risking sickness himself to keep the little creatures safe, was just like the heroes in those old stories, brave and honest and kind. So it was with the most caring hero's name--Liet--that he called out to the boy. Though the brunette was, naturally, confused, he was nice to Feliks, and they ended up gathering the chicks into a nearby shed and waiting out the rainstorm together. The boy said that he wasn't Liet, and that his name was Toris, but Feliks decided that Liet fit him better, so he kept on using it, to his new companion's bemusement.
After that day, he and Toris were nearly inseparable. They and Liet's brothers would play together all the time. Feliks would drag him everywhere, get him into trouble, and talk to him about whatever was on his mind. They kept each other company in the fields, and when Toris began going to school, Feliks got his parents to let him go, too. Life assumed a sort of rhythm--safe, simple, quiet, busy but happy.
When they were teenagers, Feliks began to be bothered by something. Liet was smart, and responsible, but if they stayed on the farm, he was starting to realize they'd be there all their lives. Even if he wasn't that bright, Liet deserved a chance at something more. So, he talked Liet into leaving the farm with him to go to school. They found one of the best schools in Vohemar, a private school in Berum attended mostly by the children of successful merchants, and managed to get in by luck, determination, and taking out a few loans.
School wasn't easy for them, and especially not for Feliks, who had about a tenth of Liet's work ethic and about twenty times his inclination to get into fights. He struggled with his work, and every time someone picked on Liet or looked down on them for being poor, he'd wind up fighting again, more often than not limping back to Liet's room to bandage his injuries and remember why he bothered staying around. One bully in particular clashed with him on a regular basis, a towering boy named Ivan who seemed to get his kicks out of making Liet unhappy. Feliks's increasingly obvious effeminate habits didn't do anything to keep other larger boys from using him as a punching bag, either, but the more he was picked on, the more determined he was not to change his ways for people who just wanted to hurt him anyway.
Finally, they graduated... Only now, they didn't have bullies to worry about so much as debt collectors, from all the money they'd borrowed to go to school in the first place. Again, it was Feliks who came up with the plan to deal with their problems--they'd get a job on a ship! Earn the money to pay off their debts! See the world! Make something of their lives! And Liet agreed, like he always did.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
"Hey, Liet." Feliks closed the door, padding barefooted across the rough, wooden floor. "You like, still awake?"
Feliks could only see his friend's back, as he lay on his side on the small bed they'd managed to scrape up enough money to rent for the night. If the other boy had already gone to sleep, Feliks supposed with a pout, he could wait until morning to talk. Or wake him up, if not talking was keeping him awake.
Then Liet rolled onto his back, looking up at Feliks. "For now," he replied pleasantly, and the blond smiled, crawling into the bed beside him and throwing his arms around him (and it wasn't weird-- they'd snuggled when they were kids, and they were still best friends now, so why should Feliks stop?). Liet gasped, though, squirming a little. "You're wet," he protested, half-heartedly, making Feliks laugh.
"Well like, duh. That's totally what happens when you take a bath!" He would have waited until the morning, but it had been too long since they'd been able to afford an inn with bathing facilities, and he wanted to go to sleep feeling clean for once. Liet just sighed, resigning himself to the feeling of Feliks's damp hair on his shoulder, and they spent a few moments arranging themselves comfortably.
When they were settled in, Feliks spoke again, his voice lowered this time. "I was like... thinking." He was met with patient silence, so he continued. "We can't like, just be in debt forever. It totally sucks not having a place of our own, or like... money for anything. That's so not what we left home for, right?"
The arms around him tightened a little bit. "That's true..."
Feliks nodded, returning the hug, as comfortingly as he knew how. "So like, we need to get jobs. Duh, only real way to get money, you know? So we should totally go work on an airship!"
Liet blinked at him, clearly not quite following how Feliks had jumped straight to that conclusion. The blond pouted, elbowed him in the stomach gently, then snuggled right back up to him as if he hadn't done a thing. "What? I'm totally serious! We'd get steady wages, and we could totally see the world and all that stuff, and we wouldn't have to like, worry about finding jobs at different places and never seeing each other! It's totally perfect!"
"Are you sure about this, Feliks?"Toris still sounded a little doubtful, but only a little, which meant that he'd give in if Feliks kept pushing.
He grinned against Liet's shoulder, secure in his victory. "Totally. Now come on, we so need our beauty sleep."
First Person (journal):
[Public]
Ohmigod, I so need to redecorate this cabin. It's like, the most boring thing I've seen in my life!
The ship's totally not bad, though. Like, kinda impressive, even! Liet, you'd better not like, get lost around here, or it'll be just like that time we went to Boston in the fall and it totally took me all day to find you again~
Oh--did you like, see my red shoes when we were moving our junk in? I totally wanna wear them today! For like, good luck with the new job and all! So like, tell me when you see them.
Name/Nickname: Ket
AIM/E-mail/Contact: Duinorwen / elvenpirate42@hotmail.com
LJ: cognitiveleague
CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Canon Character and Series: Feliks Łukasiewicz / Poland, Axis Powers Hetalia
In-Game Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): Silvana, Gunner or Cabin Boy
Appearance:
To look at Feliks, you really wouldn't think he spent his youth working in the fields. He is lithe, almost delicate in appearance, with enough softness around his features to keep from appearing too unusually skinny, but very little visible muscle tone.
His hair is cropped evenly, just above his shoulders, pale ashy blond in color and very straight. His skin is also pale, and prone to sunburning and showing blushes very easily. While he doesn't have the budget to buy very nice things, he is fashion-conscious, and will modify second hand clothes to have more of the high-fashion flair he likes, if necessary. In the same way as he hides his poor background behind flashy clothes, he tends to come off as very self-confident and brash in order to hide his vulnerability; his posture and attitude ring of confidence so strong as to be almost flippant.
Feliks has a slightly feminine facial structure, with a softer jawline than most men. His eyes are a bright, vibrant shade of green, and generally hold a look either of manic energy or of bored indifference (the latter of which is sometimes just because they tend to be heavy-lidded, but is usually because he is bored or indifferent).
Personality:
He might be small, but Feliks has all the attitude of five men twice his size all rolled into one. Outspoken, proud, and even confrontational, he insists on having his way regardless of who he's talking to. He is typically childish and bossy, pushing his friends around and making up his own rules when the normal ones don't suit him.
Fiercely individualistic, he doesn't let anyone or anything stand in the way of his self-expression. His habit of making up his own rules as he goes along stretches to almost everything--why let something like popular opinion tell him how to talk, or think, or dress? What's the big deal if he likes to dress in drag now and then? When others judge him as weak, effeminate, overly brash, or strange, he shrugs them off. He won't let anyone tell him who to be, no matter what.
When confronted with a challenge, Feliks is close to incapable of backing down. He is proud and stubborn, and very near impossible to break, despite his delicate appearance. When it's not a matter of stubborn pride or childlike impulse, though, he can be incredibly lazy and hard to motivate.
While on one level, his outgoing, flamboyant personality is completely genuine, it also serves to protect his less often seen side. Deep down, he's actually quite shy, and has trouble getting comfortable around new people. He knows that a lot of people are bigger, stronger, smarter, more influential, and just generally more powerful than he is. He's been picked on a lot by those bigger, stronger people, and while he was once inclined to trust people almost immediately, he has a certain learned reluctance about trust now. The intensity of his pushiness and insistence on being able to express himself is in part rooted in the need to assert his autonomy and strength, to protect himself. He doesn't care about other people's opinions of him as a rule, because he thinks that they don't care about him, either, at best, or want to hurt him at worst.
That's not to say that he doesn't have any friends. When he does come to trust and like someone, he's very loyal and protective. Unfortunately, he is no less pushy, and often winds up using less assertive friends almost as servants. He cares about them deeply, but his personality tends to be rather overpowering, and he really doesn't realize that it can bother his friends when he pushes his will on them.
As a side note, he's also actually very religious.
Abilities/Weapons:
Feliks is stubborn, brave, and a sweet and loyal person deep down. His self-sufficient mindset allows him to follow his ambitions with little if any support from outside. He can think outside the box, and has the charisma and attitude not to humiliate himself even when he says or does extremely silly things. As a friend, he's caring and protective. His will is nearly impossible to break, and his faith brings him a lot of comfort when things are hard.
How well can your character hack?:
...I laughed for about five minutes at the thought of him trying. He can't, at all. If they tried to teach him in school, he got Liet to help him, forgot immediately afterwards, or both.
Weaknesses:
While it keeps him somewhat insulated from damage from others' words or actions, his attitude is rather abrasive. He's simply the kind of person best taken in small doses, and even his friends need a break from him fairly often. His assertiveness and stubbornness can hurt him as much as they help him, as he'll get into fights without consideration for whether or not he can win them, and refuse to back down even when given a half-decent chance. He can be a pushy little drama queen, and unapologetic about it. He isn't really all that smart or strong, though he hides it as well as he can with bravado and ambition. New people make him nervous and insecure, which only makes him act out more when he can't avoid them. He can be extremely frivolous, and will often shrug his work off onto his friends.
History:
The only child of a pair of a pair of workers on a rye farm near Colvus, Feliks was adored by his parents and given a lot of freedom as a child. He was always confident, adventurous, and creative, though the enthusiasm with which he took to the woods and fields was only matched by the speed with which he ran to hide behind his mother's skirts when there was a stranger around.
His parents told him a lot of old stories, about princesses in castles and courage and true love, the kind everyone hears, where the nice guy always won. Feliks loved those stories, even if he was always dubious about the heroes winning because they were nice and honest and all. He often pretended to be in one of those stories, as he roamed all over the farm.
He can't remember how old he was when he met Toris--six, maybe. He can still remember the day, though. It was in the spring, and he'd been on his way home when the clouds had burst suddenly, drenching everything. He'd wanted nothing more than to go home and change into something warm and dry right then, but he'd been distracted by an interesting sight.
There was a boy his age, with dark green eyes and brown hair turned dark by the rain, hunched over something bright yellow on the ground--chicks. Feliks was immediately struck by the thought that this boy, risking sickness himself to keep the little creatures safe, was just like the heroes in those old stories, brave and honest and kind. So it was with the most caring hero's name--Liet--that he called out to the boy. Though the brunette was, naturally, confused, he was nice to Feliks, and they ended up gathering the chicks into a nearby shed and waiting out the rainstorm together. The boy said that he wasn't Liet, and that his name was Toris, but Feliks decided that Liet fit him better, so he kept on using it, to his new companion's bemusement.
After that day, he and Toris were nearly inseparable. They and Liet's brothers would play together all the time. Feliks would drag him everywhere, get him into trouble, and talk to him about whatever was on his mind. They kept each other company in the fields, and when Toris began going to school, Feliks got his parents to let him go, too. Life assumed a sort of rhythm--safe, simple, quiet, busy but happy.
When they were teenagers, Feliks began to be bothered by something. Liet was smart, and responsible, but if they stayed on the farm, he was starting to realize they'd be there all their lives. Even if he wasn't that bright, Liet deserved a chance at something more. So, he talked Liet into leaving the farm with him to go to school. They found one of the best schools in Vohemar, a private school in Berum attended mostly by the children of successful merchants, and managed to get in by luck, determination, and taking out a few loans.
School wasn't easy for them, and especially not for Feliks, who had about a tenth of Liet's work ethic and about twenty times his inclination to get into fights. He struggled with his work, and every time someone picked on Liet or looked down on them for being poor, he'd wind up fighting again, more often than not limping back to Liet's room to bandage his injuries and remember why he bothered staying around. One bully in particular clashed with him on a regular basis, a towering boy named Ivan who seemed to get his kicks out of making Liet unhappy. Feliks's increasingly obvious effeminate habits didn't do anything to keep other larger boys from using him as a punching bag, either, but the more he was picked on, the more determined he was not to change his ways for people who just wanted to hurt him anyway.
Finally, they graduated... Only now, they didn't have bullies to worry about so much as debt collectors, from all the money they'd borrowed to go to school in the first place. Again, it was Feliks who came up with the plan to deal with their problems--they'd get a job on a ship! Earn the money to pay off their debts! See the world! Make something of their lives! And Liet agreed, like he always did.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
"Hey, Liet." Feliks closed the door, padding barefooted across the rough, wooden floor. "You like, still awake?"
Feliks could only see his friend's back, as he lay on his side on the small bed they'd managed to scrape up enough money to rent for the night. If the other boy had already gone to sleep, Feliks supposed with a pout, he could wait until morning to talk. Or wake him up, if not talking was keeping him awake.
Then Liet rolled onto his back, looking up at Feliks. "For now," he replied pleasantly, and the blond smiled, crawling into the bed beside him and throwing his arms around him (and it wasn't weird-- they'd snuggled when they were kids, and they were still best friends now, so why should Feliks stop?). Liet gasped, though, squirming a little. "You're wet," he protested, half-heartedly, making Feliks laugh.
"Well like, duh. That's totally what happens when you take a bath!" He would have waited until the morning, but it had been too long since they'd been able to afford an inn with bathing facilities, and he wanted to go to sleep feeling clean for once. Liet just sighed, resigning himself to the feeling of Feliks's damp hair on his shoulder, and they spent a few moments arranging themselves comfortably.
When they were settled in, Feliks spoke again, his voice lowered this time. "I was like... thinking." He was met with patient silence, so he continued. "We can't like, just be in debt forever. It totally sucks not having a place of our own, or like... money for anything. That's so not what we left home for, right?"
The arms around him tightened a little bit. "That's true..."
Feliks nodded, returning the hug, as comfortingly as he knew how. "So like, we need to get jobs. Duh, only real way to get money, you know? So we should totally go work on an airship!"
Liet blinked at him, clearly not quite following how Feliks had jumped straight to that conclusion. The blond pouted, elbowed him in the stomach gently, then snuggled right back up to him as if he hadn't done a thing. "What? I'm totally serious! We'd get steady wages, and we could totally see the world and all that stuff, and we wouldn't have to like, worry about finding jobs at different places and never seeing each other! It's totally perfect!"
"Are you sure about this, Feliks?"Toris still sounded a little doubtful, but only a little, which meant that he'd give in if Feliks kept pushing.
He grinned against Liet's shoulder, secure in his victory. "Totally. Now come on, we so need our beauty sleep."
First Person (journal):
[Public]
Ohmigod, I so need to redecorate this cabin. It's like, the most boring thing I've seen in my life!
The ship's totally not bad, though. Like, kinda impressive, even! Liet, you'd better not like, get lost around here, or it'll be just like that time we went to Boston in the fall and it totally took me all day to find you again~
Oh--did you like, see my red shoes when we were moving our junk in? I totally wanna wear them today! For like, good luck with the new job and all! So like, tell me when you see them.