John Stamos he is not
OOC;
name: Abby
age: 22
experience: HOKAY. *gets out laundry list* As far as Hetalia roleplaying goes? I started off playing Seychelles at Hetalia_Tweets, then moved on to play Hungary, Belgium, and Belarus at World Status, another Twitter-based RP. I also played Prussia in a Gakuen Hetalia forum. Before that, I was in a few panfandom RPGs on LJ, playing characters like Maka from Soul Eater, Henrietta from Gunslinger Girl, and Matsumoto Rangiku from Bleach. Before THAT, I was part of a forum that specialized in original RPGs, so I’ve done a few original character games as well. Unfortunately, all but my Twitter-based RPGs are dead. -_-
e-mail: alistaere (at) gmail (dot) com
IC;
nation: Greece (Ελληνική Δημοκρατία)
name: Heracles Karpusi
nickname(s): None that he's aware of?
age: 27
date of birth: March 25th, 1984
hometown: Thessaloniki, Greece
occupation: Works at Falmouth University, where he is also taking graduate classes to earn his master’s in Philosophy, in the English and Philosophy departments doing research and also student teaching occasionally.
residence: Ocean View, one-person apartment. He used to live on the west coast of the US when he was a child, frequently making trips to Greece to visit family during the summers and holidays. After high school, he and his mother moved back to Thessaloniki, as Helen decided she missed their home country too much. Heracles started going to university there, graduating with the equivalent of a BA in Creative Writing and Greek Philosophy. He moved back to the US after being accepted at Falmouth University in Liberty.
family: Mother (Helen), step-father (Augustus). When Heracles’ mother remarried, he found their household, for lack of a better term, taken over by Augustus. Helen didn’t seem too terribly disturbed by this, but Heracles, in spite of his relatively easygoing nature, found that he couldn’t take his step-father’s overbearing presence and moved out right before starting graduate school. His mother was admittedly upset over his decision, but ultimately respected it, and still continues to give him money to live in some of the more upscale apartments in Liberty. Which is a very good thing, considering Heracles is kind of bad at managing his finances.
first impression: "Get that guy some caffeine."
TEN TRUE FACTS AND A SECRET.
1. Cats. Heracles has a crippling soft spot for felines, and personally owns two torties that he’s named Anaximander and Alexander. He loves playing with them, and has the scratches and scars on his arms to prove it, but those don’t really seem to bother him that much. He also has a bad habit of trying to get friendly with any stray he finds on the street, which is sure to one day land him in the hospital with a giant needle in his ass.
2. Mama’s boy. Whether or not he’ll admit to being called such a thing outright, Heracles is a mama’s boy. He was always close to his mother, as his real father was never around growing up, and he never got a taste of having a man around the house until he was an adult. As a result, Heracles puts his mother before just about everybody, and will almost always do what she asks (even if sometimes he really doesn’t want to, because above all, he’ll do whatever he can to make his mom happy). But hey, everybody loves a guy who respects his mom, right?
3. Lazy? Anybody who spends at least a day in Heracles’ presence is bound to notice that he sleeps. A lot. Either that, or he just looks plain tired. What’s his deal? In fact, Heracles suffers from moderate chronic fatigue, something that’s plagued him since he was young. He doesn’t like to let on that he simply cannot keep his energy up whenever he’d like, which results in him often backing out of social gatherings under the pretense that he’s got “a lot of papers to write”, though in reality he’s more than likely going home to sleep. How he manages to keep up with his assignments is anybody’s guess.
4. Sex. For Heracles, sex is an enjoyable activity that he’ll regularly engage in when given the opportunity, and he’s actually quite good at it, though he’s never felt the need to wag it in anybody’s face. Men and women alike, it doesn’t matter to him, and because of his... talent, he has a bit of a quiet reputation around the university, and he won’t lie when he says he’s definitely been propositioned a few times (of course he agreed. Duh). This is all due in part to a mother with a very liberal and easygoing outlook on love and sex which apparently she happened to pass down to her son. In spite of his chronic fatigue, Heracles has generally succeeded in staying active and awake during his nookie sessions, though that’s not to say he hasn’t had a few embarrassing slip-ups every now and again.
5. Significant other. Despite his lax stance on sex and relationships, getting older, Heracles has been wondering just when exactly he’ll decide to settle down and start a family, since given his background? It’s pretty much expected of him.
6. Food. Heracles loves food and loves to cook. He loves the fresh Mediterranean dishes his mother makes, and he can whip up a mean fasolada, though that’s not to say that everything he makes always turns out to be successful. He is a bachelor after all.
7. Money. Heracles is almost notoriously bad with money and keeping track of what he has and what he doesn’t have. He’s able to keep a roof over his head only because his mother constantly wires him the amount he needs for the rent each month, which fortunately he’s smart enough to know not to dip into. Otherwise, Heracles is just very scattered in his finances, often (unintentionally) forgetting to pay people back, or not paying the bills on time.
8. Books. Heracles loves literature. Being a Philosophy major, he loves to read about-- surprise! Philosophy, especially the ancient Greek variety (his favorite philosopher is Plato). Outside of that, Heracles just loves to read in general and spends a lot of his time in the university library looking for whatever happens to peak his interest.
9. Quiet. Heracles isn’t much of a talker. He has a soft voice and gentle demeanor, and there are only a few things in this world that will rouse him enough to raise his voice. He usually thinks about what he has to say before he says it, in which case it would be a good idea to listen to what he’s about to say, because odds are he won’t repeat himself.
10. Motherland. This boy is proud of his Greek heritage and isn’t afraid to show it. He celebrates his homeland’s national and religious holidays alongside those of the United States, tunes into Greek radio, cheers for the Ethniki, and treats his friends to homemade Greek food whenever possible. This also means he has an almost inbred dislike for anyone of Turkish persuasion...
11. Dad. Though he’s never told anybody, especially not his mother, he’s unsettled by the fact that he doesn’t know a thing about his real father. He’s never been mentioned, after the divorce when Heracles was only 2, he never came to visit, and he only has vague, hazy memories of a man who he’s not even positive is his father. Heracles finds himself wondering if it has something to do with him personally, and has just a slight inferiority complex because of that. It’s also the reason he’s so close to his mother-- he worries that if he’s not careful, he may make the same (unknown) mistake (whatever that is) that caused his father to disappear from his life.
writing sample
Finally, he was home. Twisting his keys around in the keyhole, Heracles nudged open the front door to his apartment with his hip, then quickly closed it behind him with a kick of his foot. He dropped his backpack unceremoniously to the ground near the coffee table, and it soon became an object of great interest to his two brown-and-black splotched torties; both still in between kitten and full-grown cat, though one could argue more kitten than cat as the two of them began play-fighting and chewing on the black straps hanging off the backpack. Usually Heracles would allow himself at least five or ten minutes to play with Annie and Alex after work, but today he was completely useless to the world. He didn’t even bother taking off his shoes before falling backwards onto his bed with a muted “THUD”, screwing his eyes shut against the bands of late summer sunlight streaming through the Venetian blinds. If it were winter, he thought ruefully, the sun would be gone by now. But unfortunately for him, it was still early September, and even at six o’clock in the evening, the sun was still shining merrily.
Heracles dragged a hand up to his face and scrubbed it through his hair, already feeling himself beginning to drift off to sleep. He wanted to kick himself, he really did; his first afternoon filling in at the tutoring center, and he had fallen asleep. Something had to be done about this. There had to be some way to keep himself awake, but in addition to the research he was doing for the Philosophy department, plus regular classwork, there came no clear answer except to inform anybody looking for his services on campus to expect him to be running at about 30% efficiency for the next couple months.
He sighed, quiet and tired, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands and allowed himself to be carried away in the ensuing waves of conscious- and unconsciousness that he was so familiar with. A few moments passed, then Heracles’ hands slowly slid off and landed on either side of his head as his body went completely and blissfully slack. He was just beginning to dream something pleasant about working at a pet superstore, when his left leg suddenly began to vibrate violently. He was jolted awake, flung from his peaceful reveries by the cruel, hard reality of his cellphone ringing. Heracles groaned, his eyes still shut as he slapped his pants pockets, feeling around for the phone before grabbing it and bringing it close to his face to inspect with a bleary gaze just who was calling.
Mom, the screen read.
Heracles pressed the green button. "Έλα," he mumbled into the receiver, his voice still thick with sleep. "Hi mom." He opened his eyes and let them focus on the ceiling as he rested his free arm above his head. "Yeah, I got the email, don't worry." Something about a family friend getting married in a few weeks, which only served to remind him of his painfully single existence. "Probably not. I have class Friday, it'd be too hectic." Apparently this was a bigger deal than he originally thought, and Heracles tried to mentally work out a way to rearrange his Friday schedule to fly out for this wedding his mother really wanted him to go to. His mind still foggy, he didn't get very far. "I'll try, mom. Call you later. Σ΄αγαπώ." He pressed the red button and the line disconnected. He tossed the phone onto his pillow and continued to observe the ceiling. He could probably get away with skipping one class, he reasoned, but he'd have to find someone to take over his shift at the tutoring center. He'd also most likely have to bring a couple papers to work on...
His thoughts were soon cut short as sleep hit him once again like a ton of bricks and he was out cold for the rest of the night.