Post by manon janssen on Mar 4, 2011 11:30:31 GMT -5
MANON JANSSEN
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"a diligent, kind, meddlesome, and friendly sister; and scary when she's mad!"[/center]
NAME:[/font] manon janssen
AGE: sixteen
GRADE: sophomore
NATIONALITY: belgian
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- strong sisterly insticts
- cheerful
- thoughtful
- means well
- not easily intimidated or daunted
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- nosy
- meddlesome
- headstrong
- bad-tempered
- ignorant
LIKES:
- gourmet
- tasty snacks
- correcting others
- standing out
- knowing things (basically, nosy)
DISLIKES:
- her older brother, the netherlands (sibling rivalry)
- being pushed around
- stupidity
- injustice
- bad food
FEARS:
- being too inconspicuous and therefore forgotten
- being pushed around for the rest of her life
out of character
NAME: kiwi
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
As of late, she really hadn't been in a good mood.
Then again, why would she be? Another day, another letdown. That is to say, a letdown that she'd be stuck in for awhile. Was she really that vulnerable that she could just be plucked up and taken with so little effort? It had happened quite a few times before, but that didn't mean she ever got used to it. If anything, every single instance of being pushed around like some free-for-the-taking rag doll made her a little more pissed off. But, once again, she seemed unable to do much about it. Talk about deja vu.
But if someone had to take her over, wouldn't it only make sense that said someone would have to handle the duties she normally would while independent? Apparently not. So for the last couple of days she'd still been busy, and only today had she managed a day off. Belgium had found, however, that she couldn't manage to keep still. Pacing around her house did little for her either, and there wasn't a Netherlands around to complain at. Really, the notion surprised her. Her older brother had already tried once to take her over -- it was one of the few times she could remember fending someone off completely -- and once she'd heard that times were... well, turbulent, she expected him to appear to her first. Too bad for him that Germany had beaten him there. As much as she hated being persuaded, she knew an alliance with someone other than her sibling would irritate him though. Then again, she hadn't known about Germany's reasoning for taking her until after she'd given in. Just because she didn't usually like her older brother didn't mean that she wanted him attacked through her. Nothing she could do about it now, though.
Finally unable to do nothing for any longer, Belgium finally gave up and decided that there was only one thing that could possibly make her day better -- sweets, what else? And she knew of a quaint little gourmet bakery not far from her place. The idea already making her hungry, she wasted no time in setting off. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, just a quick snack coupled with a walk or something, and then back home again. But she'd only gotten as far as to buy her treats and begin snacking before, not far down the road, she heard a voice that held a resonance that was unmistakable.
Now, she didn't hate Germany. She didn't particularly like him as far as their past relations went, but it wasn't so strong of a thing that she regarded him with. But you couldn't blame her for it -- he'd invaded her twice, once during each World War, and she hadn't come out from either confrontation too well. Hell, she still had a scar or two from the repercussions of the German's takeovers. Most of her distaste had faded from the years, but Belgium was excellent at holding a grudge; so there it was. Given all of this, it wasn't difficult to figure out that she wasn't too pleased to see him there.
So she strode over, firmly grasping her sweets as she interrupted whatever he was talking about. "Oi, what are you wandering my streets for?" She asked, or demanded really -- although she smoothed over the fact that technically they were his streets now, too. She opened her mouth to continue, but paused. Wait... Had he said he was lost? The blond gave him a rather incredulous look. She hadn't even noticed that the civilian woman Germany had tried to talk to, whoever she was, had already escaped the scene. "Don't act like you don't know where you are -- you can't be that bad with directions." Even she knew that that was Austria's forte, not Germany's.
Then again, why would she be? Another day, another letdown. That is to say, a letdown that she'd be stuck in for awhile. Was she really that vulnerable that she could just be plucked up and taken with so little effort? It had happened quite a few times before, but that didn't mean she ever got used to it. If anything, every single instance of being pushed around like some free-for-the-taking rag doll made her a little more pissed off. But, once again, she seemed unable to do much about it. Talk about deja vu.
But if someone had to take her over, wouldn't it only make sense that said someone would have to handle the duties she normally would while independent? Apparently not. So for the last couple of days she'd still been busy, and only today had she managed a day off. Belgium had found, however, that she couldn't manage to keep still. Pacing around her house did little for her either, and there wasn't a Netherlands around to complain at. Really, the notion surprised her. Her older brother had already tried once to take her over -- it was one of the few times she could remember fending someone off completely -- and once she'd heard that times were... well, turbulent, she expected him to appear to her first. Too bad for him that Germany had beaten him there. As much as she hated being persuaded, she knew an alliance with someone other than her sibling would irritate him though. Then again, she hadn't known about Germany's reasoning for taking her until after she'd given in. Just because she didn't usually like her older brother didn't mean that she wanted him attacked through her. Nothing she could do about it now, though.
Finally unable to do nothing for any longer, Belgium finally gave up and decided that there was only one thing that could possibly make her day better -- sweets, what else? And she knew of a quaint little gourmet bakery not far from her place. The idea already making her hungry, she wasted no time in setting off. It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, just a quick snack coupled with a walk or something, and then back home again. But she'd only gotten as far as to buy her treats and begin snacking before, not far down the road, she heard a voice that held a resonance that was unmistakable.
Now, she didn't hate Germany. She didn't particularly like him as far as their past relations went, but it wasn't so strong of a thing that she regarded him with. But you couldn't blame her for it -- he'd invaded her twice, once during each World War, and she hadn't come out from either confrontation too well. Hell, she still had a scar or two from the repercussions of the German's takeovers. Most of her distaste had faded from the years, but Belgium was excellent at holding a grudge; so there it was. Given all of this, it wasn't difficult to figure out that she wasn't too pleased to see him there.
So she strode over, firmly grasping her sweets as she interrupted whatever he was talking about. "Oi, what are you wandering my streets for?" She asked, or demanded really -- although she smoothed over the fact that technically they were his streets now, too. She opened her mouth to continue, but paused. Wait... Had he said he was lost? The blond gave him a rather incredulous look. She hadn't even noticed that the civilian woman Germany had tried to talk to, whoever she was, had already escaped the scene. "Don't act like you don't know where you are -- you can't be that bad with directions." Even she knew that that was Austria's forte, not Germany's.
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