Post by Androw Hendrie on Mar 15, 2011 15:45:03 GMT -5
ANDROW HENDRIE
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"My bloody history is stuck between an emotionless blond and a fucking insane Scotsman. I'm bloody doomed to be bipolar."[/center]
NAME:[/font] Androw Hendrie (Will respond to Sheltie and Sealtainn ((Scottish Gaelic)))
AGE: 17
GRADE: Junior
NATIONALITY: Shetlandish/Gaelic
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Comedic - Loves to have a muck about with people and to have a laugh
- Crafty - Likes making pots and his own items
- Good tradesman - Loves to share and trade off some of his items to others
- Helpful - Likes to help others in need
- Bilingual - Knows a fair amount of languages e.g Norwegian, Old Norse, Norn and Shetlandic.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Two-faced - Loves to have a little gossip out others
- Loud - When someone gets to know him, he can be very loud to the point of irritating
- Shy - When he's around new people, he can't help but be rather introverted
- Untrustworthy - Finds it hard to trust people after being tossed back and forth between Norway and Scotland
- Holds Grudges - He can hold grudges for a long time against people
LIKES:
- Nature
- Crating ceramics
- Animals (Shetland Sheepdogs, Shetland Cattle, Shetland Sheep, Shetland Geese, Shetland Ponies...)
- Fish (haddock, herring, mackerel, cod, angler...)
- Aurora Borealis
DISLIKES:
- Cold weather
- Rain
- When someone doesn't want to accept his help due to pride
- Those who make fun of his old ways of gaining wealth (agriculture, aquaculture and fishing)
- Harsh weather destroying his crops
FEARS:
- His economy failing and causing him great sickness or even worse
- Being left on his own
out of character
NAME: Ashley but you can just call me Ashu~
OTHER CHARACTERS: I roleplay Denmark and South Korea on here and Shetland is my own OC~
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
He hated the idea of being sold over to another nation like some item, but, if it was to the stop the constant wars between Norway and Scotland's kings then...he guessed he had to comply. Androw Hendrie, Shetland Islands, sold over to Scotland for 8,000 Rhenish guilders. If Norway hadn't joined the Kalmar Union then maybe he would still be one of his provinces. Stupid economics.
It was hard developing to the English language. He preferred Old Norse, Norn and his own Shetlandic language but hey, he had to learn Scottish English since he was now part of the northern half of the United Kingdom. He would occasionally mispronounce words but he was getting there though slowly.
Scotland was so different compared to Norway. Norway was so calm and quiet, Scotland the opposite. He loved his beer with a passion which no one could break. And he was so loud. Androw would lock himself away in his room and just make pottery. God he loved pottery. It's always been in his bones since he was a wee lad during his Prehistory. Just making intricate pots day in, day out was a brilliant hobby to keep himself entertained and satisfied.
When we wasn't making pots, he was out with his beloved Shetland Sheepdog, Elein. She was such a beaut. She was there for him since the very beginning, when he was in his teens he had come across her, a little pup out in the cold. He instantly felt bonded to the hyperactive sheepdog, probably because she was always a part of him. Elein practically represented the Yell and Unst areas of his little island. Instant and destined bond of man and animal.
But even late at night Androw still done things. In the summer he'd have the simmer dim, a perpetual sunlight which he would use to work late into the night on projects of his. During the bitter winter however, he'd go out to the mountains, set up a little camp-site for the night and look at the sky. Clear skies were the best but there was one thing in particular that he loved. That was the Aurora Borealis. Dancing, glittering curtains of light and colour flitting and waving over a black canvas. Just a beautiful thing to fall asleep to.
These were the things Androw loved so dearly about his nation.
It was hard developing to the English language. He preferred Old Norse, Norn and his own Shetlandic language but hey, he had to learn Scottish English since he was now part of the northern half of the United Kingdom. He would occasionally mispronounce words but he was getting there though slowly.
Scotland was so different compared to Norway. Norway was so calm and quiet, Scotland the opposite. He loved his beer with a passion which no one could break. And he was so loud. Androw would lock himself away in his room and just make pottery. God he loved pottery. It's always been in his bones since he was a wee lad during his Prehistory. Just making intricate pots day in, day out was a brilliant hobby to keep himself entertained and satisfied.
When we wasn't making pots, he was out with his beloved Shetland Sheepdog, Elein. She was such a beaut. She was there for him since the very beginning, when he was in his teens he had come across her, a little pup out in the cold. He instantly felt bonded to the hyperactive sheepdog, probably because she was always a part of him. Elein practically represented the Yell and Unst areas of his little island. Instant and destined bond of man and animal.
But even late at night Androw still done things. In the summer he'd have the simmer dim, a perpetual sunlight which he would use to work late into the night on projects of his. During the bitter winter however, he'd go out to the mountains, set up a little camp-site for the night and look at the sky. Clear skies were the best but there was one thing in particular that he loved. That was the Aurora Borealis. Dancing, glittering curtains of light and colour flitting and waving over a black canvas. Just a beautiful thing to fall asleep to.
These were the things Androw loved so dearly about his nation.
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