Post by wang yao on Apr 5, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
Wang Yao
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When I wake up, I cannot be beaten, aru!
As brave as a lion,
My state of selflessness dyed red, aru.
Depend on me at any time.
Ai yaa yaa…[/center]
NAME:[/font] Wang Yao (Western order, Yao Wang)
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Chinese
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Protective - Yao cares deeply for his siblings, even though they may occasionally annoy him. He views himself as an older brother to each of them and a mentor to teach them in the ways of the world. Although they do not always give him the respect he deserves, Yao is very attached to his younger siblings and will be there without fail when they need him.
- Born Leader - As a country, Yao demanded great respect from all nations due to his age and power. Backed with years of experience and hard work, Yao is determined to take control of all situations and, using the acumen of his homeland, assure that the results end in his favor.
- Wise - As they say, "With age comes wisdom", and Yao certainly can attest to that. Formerly being one of the oldest nations in the world, he is quite knowledgeable on a variety of topics and is more than willing to lend his advice to anyone in need of it.
- Excellent Cook - Yao has incredible culinary skills that are were known across the globe when he was his country. He manages to create fantastic dishes out of ingredients you would never dream of combining, concocting complex and varied flavor patterns as well as vibrant presentations.
- Kind/cheerful - Yao is, in general, a very sweet young man. He is always mindful of the way he presents himself in front of others, breaking awkward moments with a broad smile and jovial laugh. His pleasant disposition is often quite contagious and is much appreciated during tense moments such as conferences of first meetings.
- Well-mannered - Yao is usually very polite and respectful to everyone. He believes in poise and proper etiquette to maintain one's dignity and honor. However, his manners can often depend on the people he is present with.
- Artistic - Highly talented in realistic portraits, however where he is a master in some areas, he falls in others.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Pride/Egotistic - Yao is extremely proud of his success and longevity as a nation, and this sometimes gets to his head. His egotism usually fuels his desire to lead, though if he gets out of control the positive traits will turn negative and fast. However, most of the time he manages his pride well and things only get out of hand when he feels challenged by another proud nation/person.
- Very Poor Manga/Anime Artist - His skills are lacking in this area of art and he is often shown up by his siblings, such as Kiku Honda and Im Yong Soo.
- Picky Eater - Yao is accustomed to the dishes of his country and is very selective on dishes from foreign countries. He often complains if a dish is too bland or mellow-noted for his taste.
- Adamant about tradition - Since he was such an old nation, Yao watched the world as it developed, and found it as quite a shock. The rapid change around him not only makes him feel old but often triggers past memories, leading into the next flaw...
- Constantly Reminiscing - There is nothing wrong with reflecting on the past, but Yao does so so often that he tends to become depressed. He witnessed so much throughout his life so far, both pleasant and painful, and his emotions on the past are quite conflicted. While reminiscing, Yao usually becomes rather depressed.
- Short-Tempered - Yao can become easily annoyed, even with his usual polite manner. If things do not seem to go his way, or someone tries to take the lead instead of himself, Yao will often lash out at the nearest victim, whether it be a wall, piece of furniture, or person...like Im Yong Soo. He is known for a destructive kick and terrifying accuracy with a wok.
- Superstitious
LIKES:
- Cute things
- Pandas
- Art
- Food, particularly dishes of the Chinese variety
- His siblings, even as troublesome as they may be
- Teaching
- Proper manners
- Leading/Helping others
- Nature
- Traveling, especially to increase his collection of cute things
- His past
DISLIKES:
- Being ordered around
- Bland cooking
- Cities
- Curses, bad omens, etc.
- Rivalry, competition to his power/pride/etc.
- His siblings (when they are acting out or disrespecting him)
- Poor manners/disruptive behavior
- Betrayal
- His past
FEARS:
- Losing the little respect he has from his siblings, or the respect of his fellow nations.
- Eternal bad luck, curses, etc.
out of character
NAME: Just call me Carly, but if you want to call me by my character/countries's names that's fine too!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Arazia Vargas ~ Sicily
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
May 15th,
How time seems to fly past me, and yet I feel as if I am standing still. The world is constantly changing and morphing around me, unsteady as the wind. Do not misunderstand, I am not afraid of change, I merely hope that I, China, can remain true to my nation, my history, myself.
“What a very short entry, aru.”
Yao recalled as he flipped through the pages of his journal. The abrupt ending to the entry he read was probably due to it triggering some sort of past memory and then losing himself in all its joy and pain. However, he refused to fall to his drifting mind today, resolving to focus on the time at hand rather than what was already said and done. With a concluding snap! he shut the small notebook and tenderly caressed the fuzzy Hello Kitty on the cover before placing it down beside him. His gentle brown eyes returned to the magnificent scene before him, all of China. He leaned back on his hands, slowly swaying his feet over the edge of the roofing. Yao sat precariously at the very top of am old pagoda, a favorite spot of his. He often came to such a peaceful place and, although he lacked any sense of spiritualism, he found the area of worship to have a calming affect on his tense nerves. If anything, the view was to die for. It was as if all of China was displayed before his eyes. The colors filling the land were so rich and pure that no amount of paint could truly capture all its beauty. Yes, he was quite fortunate to call this land his home, quite fortunate indeed.
“I am so very blessed, and yet I find myself full of so much regret, so much pain, and a yearning years cannot satisfy.”
A melancholy slipped a haze over Yao’s mind as he easily pinpointed the source of his depressing behavior. No matter how much happiness, how many pleasant occasions he experienced, the good could not outweigh the bad. He still had to live with the scars of betrayal, the aching of loss. Still, what nation did not? Each had their own story with its ups and downs. Who was Yao to get so caught up in his own past when there were dozens of nations out their feeling the same way? How very selfish I am… He thought bitterly, glaring at the landscape, though directing his anger purely towards himself. His nation prided itself on cherishing the past, the entire past, and looking towards a bright tomorrow and here he was sulking. How on earth could he be the strong country everyone expected him to be if he showed such weakness? No, he had to stand tall and accept his past, for it was a part of him. He can never forget how it made him the nation he was today.
Yao took a deep, invigorating breath of the ancient air of his country and stood lightly on the shingles of the pagoda. He let the scenery before him fill his eye, his mind, his soul and very being. This was his homeland, his pride, dignity, and honor existed in every rock and every tree along with all his joy and all his sadness. The life before Yao was as much a part of him as his arm or leg. This beautiful, tragic, proud, and eternal was him, in all its past, present, and years into the future. Yes, he repeated to himself as the wind whipped past him, I will live on. I will survive, no matter the pain, no matter the joy. I will survive for my people and the honor we have worked so hard to achieve.
“Sir, Mr. Jintao would like to speak with you!”
A voice drifted up to Yao’s ears and, after a moment to collect his thoughts, he jumped down off the top of the pagoda. Landing with ease on his feet in front of the surprised messenger, Yao straightened his Mao suit and nodded, following the man back into town where the meeting was to be held. For Yao, this meant only more stress for his weary nerves, but he had no right at all to complain. This was his duty to his people as China and his duty to himself. Whether he liked it or not, this was his job, his place in the vast world, and he was expected to uphold it with pride and honor. And so he would, he would move with the poise and grace of his ancient land, even if he grew tired or depressed. No matter what, his first priority was to his nation and people. Reflecting on the past had no place in the hectic life of a powerful country. Yes, Yao would keep his pain hidden inside, focus on his duty and the happiness in life. But perhaps if he scrounged up the time, he would once again find himself on that pagoda, looking out at the land and seeing only his past.
“Even though I know I do not deserve to, aru.”
How time seems to fly past me, and yet I feel as if I am standing still. The world is constantly changing and morphing around me, unsteady as the wind. Do not misunderstand, I am not afraid of change, I merely hope that I, China, can remain true to my nation, my history, myself.
“What a very short entry, aru.”
Yao recalled as he flipped through the pages of his journal. The abrupt ending to the entry he read was probably due to it triggering some sort of past memory and then losing himself in all its joy and pain. However, he refused to fall to his drifting mind today, resolving to focus on the time at hand rather than what was already said and done. With a concluding snap! he shut the small notebook and tenderly caressed the fuzzy Hello Kitty on the cover before placing it down beside him. His gentle brown eyes returned to the magnificent scene before him, all of China. He leaned back on his hands, slowly swaying his feet over the edge of the roofing. Yao sat precariously at the very top of am old pagoda, a favorite spot of his. He often came to such a peaceful place and, although he lacked any sense of spiritualism, he found the area of worship to have a calming affect on his tense nerves. If anything, the view was to die for. It was as if all of China was displayed before his eyes. The colors filling the land were so rich and pure that no amount of paint could truly capture all its beauty. Yes, he was quite fortunate to call this land his home, quite fortunate indeed.
“I am so very blessed, and yet I find myself full of so much regret, so much pain, and a yearning years cannot satisfy.”
A melancholy slipped a haze over Yao’s mind as he easily pinpointed the source of his depressing behavior. No matter how much happiness, how many pleasant occasions he experienced, the good could not outweigh the bad. He still had to live with the scars of betrayal, the aching of loss. Still, what nation did not? Each had their own story with its ups and downs. Who was Yao to get so caught up in his own past when there were dozens of nations out their feeling the same way? How very selfish I am… He thought bitterly, glaring at the landscape, though directing his anger purely towards himself. His nation prided itself on cherishing the past, the entire past, and looking towards a bright tomorrow and here he was sulking. How on earth could he be the strong country everyone expected him to be if he showed such weakness? No, he had to stand tall and accept his past, for it was a part of him. He can never forget how it made him the nation he was today.
Yao took a deep, invigorating breath of the ancient air of his country and stood lightly on the shingles of the pagoda. He let the scenery before him fill his eye, his mind, his soul and very being. This was his homeland, his pride, dignity, and honor existed in every rock and every tree along with all his joy and all his sadness. The life before Yao was as much a part of him as his arm or leg. This beautiful, tragic, proud, and eternal was him, in all its past, present, and years into the future. Yes, he repeated to himself as the wind whipped past him, I will live on. I will survive, no matter the pain, no matter the joy. I will survive for my people and the honor we have worked so hard to achieve.
“Sir, Mr. Jintao would like to speak with you!”
A voice drifted up to Yao’s ears and, after a moment to collect his thoughts, he jumped down off the top of the pagoda. Landing with ease on his feet in front of the surprised messenger, Yao straightened his Mao suit and nodded, following the man back into town where the meeting was to be held. For Yao, this meant only more stress for his weary nerves, but he had no right at all to complain. This was his duty to his people as China and his duty to himself. Whether he liked it or not, this was his job, his place in the vast world, and he was expected to uphold it with pride and honor. And so he would, he would move with the poise and grace of his ancient land, even if he grew tired or depressed. No matter what, his first priority was to his nation and people. Reflecting on the past had no place in the hectic life of a powerful country. Yes, Yao would keep his pain hidden inside, focus on his duty and the happiness in life. But perhaps if he scrounged up the time, he would once again find himself on that pagoda, looking out at the land and seeing only his past.
“Even though I know I do not deserve to, aru.”
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