Post by heracles karpusi on Mar 6, 2011 0:22:33 GMT -5
HERACLES KARPUSI
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"yeah, we do it a lot in greece... but it's pretty bland."[/center]
NAME:[/font] heracles karpusi
AGE: seventeen
GRADE: senior
NATIONALITY: greek
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- thoughtful
- philosophical
- polite (usually)
- reverent
- tolerant/leinent/flexible
- physically talented
hinthint
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- lazy
- generally unmotivated
- lack of attention span
- spacey
- slow
- blunt
LIKES:
- cats
- sleeping
- besting turkey
- history
- mythology (particularly greek)
- lenient
DISLIKES:
- turkey
- being pushed around
- being disturbed while sleeping
- anything stressful
such as turkey - anything loud/obnoxious/disruptive/etc.
like turkey
FEARS:
- losing to turkey for the rest of his life
- a lack of cats
out of character
NAME: kiwi
OTHER CHARACTERS: manon janssen (belgium) and anna braginski (siberia)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Hnng, just another lazy day.
Then again, he told himself that almost every morning before he even opened his eyes to the bright light of the sun through his bedroom window. Why didn't he ever close the blinds? Oh, right... The view. It was always nice to have at night, looking up at the stars as he fell asleep. In the mornings, however, it was merely a nuisance. He supposed he also kept them open in some kind of an attempt to wake himself up earlier, but it never seemed to do much. He always slept right through it.
Like every morning, the brunette dragged himself out of bed reluctantly and pulled himself into the shower. The hot water managed to get his blood flowing a little more like it was intended to, which always helped more than anything else. Still, it was a chore to pull himself through the stages of morning readiness until breakfast could give him an energy kick. All that done, he wandered outside to get a better look at the day before him.
And, as usual, he was met with the same dilemma that stared him in the face on any other day. Namely his trusty backyard full of ruin upon ancient ruin. It wasn't as if they were particularly new; he'd been coming across them and digging then up for as long as he could remember, and he still had a feeling he was nowhere near the end of them. It wasn't the ruins themselves that were the problem. Personally, he'd always loved them -- they were remnants of his mother after all, and he'd always enjoyed things like archaeology and history and mythology. But because of their abundance wherever he went, he found it significantly difficult to build much in terms of transportation and the like. Though he tried not to dwell on it too much.
On most days, the man might have picked up a shovel and spent what remained of his morning (seeing as it was close to noon already) digging more up, but today he made no move to do that. Instead, he lingered on his back porch for a minute longer before turning and heading to the beach. It wasn't far from his place, conveniently enough, and the shores of his home country were one of the things he loved most. It was a pity that cats couldn't seem to make friends with the ocean, or else he'd try to bring Corporal Cat or perhaps another along. But he knew better than to try, and therefore took the trip alone.
Not that he particularly minded. Taking a walk alone was peaceful, and it left him to his thoughts. Oh, yes, he had them -- contrary to popular belief, he could have quite the philosophical musings with himself. Granted without means to keep them focus his mind often wandered considerable from topic to topic, but of course he didn't mind that either. The guy wasn't easily fazed or bothered, especially when it came to himself personally.
In fact, there was only one thing that could really get to him effectively. Turkey was the only person that the lax brunette really couldn't stand -- in so many ways that he never knew exactly where to begin whenever somebody went up to him and asked, "Hey, why do you hate Turkey so much?" Just the thought of the loud older guy made his brow furrow in annoyance. Or maybe that was just because be was nearing their border.
In terms of land, the two of them actually didn't share much border at all. Most of it was maritime, meaning that unless they both decided to boat out into the Aegean Sea at exactly the same time, they probably wouldn't run into each other. But the land border seemed enough to provide almost daily scuffles between them. Which was, of course, nothing short of a huge pain in the ass.
But it wasn't as if Greece was about to up and turn around so soon on his walk. So, head held high, he didn't waver as he continued closer and closer to the danger zone.
Then again, he told himself that almost every morning before he even opened his eyes to the bright light of the sun through his bedroom window. Why didn't he ever close the blinds? Oh, right... The view. It was always nice to have at night, looking up at the stars as he fell asleep. In the mornings, however, it was merely a nuisance. He supposed he also kept them open in some kind of an attempt to wake himself up earlier, but it never seemed to do much. He always slept right through it.
Like every morning, the brunette dragged himself out of bed reluctantly and pulled himself into the shower. The hot water managed to get his blood flowing a little more like it was intended to, which always helped more than anything else. Still, it was a chore to pull himself through the stages of morning readiness until breakfast could give him an energy kick. All that done, he wandered outside to get a better look at the day before him.
And, as usual, he was met with the same dilemma that stared him in the face on any other day. Namely his trusty backyard full of ruin upon ancient ruin. It wasn't as if they were particularly new; he'd been coming across them and digging then up for as long as he could remember, and he still had a feeling he was nowhere near the end of them. It wasn't the ruins themselves that were the problem. Personally, he'd always loved them -- they were remnants of his mother after all, and he'd always enjoyed things like archaeology and history and mythology. But because of their abundance wherever he went, he found it significantly difficult to build much in terms of transportation and the like. Though he tried not to dwell on it too much.
On most days, the man might have picked up a shovel and spent what remained of his morning (seeing as it was close to noon already) digging more up, but today he made no move to do that. Instead, he lingered on his back porch for a minute longer before turning and heading to the beach. It wasn't far from his place, conveniently enough, and the shores of his home country were one of the things he loved most. It was a pity that cats couldn't seem to make friends with the ocean, or else he'd try to bring Corporal Cat or perhaps another along. But he knew better than to try, and therefore took the trip alone.
Not that he particularly minded. Taking a walk alone was peaceful, and it left him to his thoughts. Oh, yes, he had them -- contrary to popular belief, he could have quite the philosophical musings with himself. Granted without means to keep them focus his mind often wandered considerable from topic to topic, but of course he didn't mind that either. The guy wasn't easily fazed or bothered, especially when it came to himself personally.
In fact, there was only one thing that could really get to him effectively. Turkey was the only person that the lax brunette really couldn't stand -- in so many ways that he never knew exactly where to begin whenever somebody went up to him and asked, "Hey, why do you hate Turkey so much?" Just the thought of the loud older guy made his brow furrow in annoyance. Or maybe that was just because be was nearing their border.
In terms of land, the two of them actually didn't share much border at all. Most of it was maritime, meaning that unless they both decided to boat out into the Aegean Sea at exactly the same time, they probably wouldn't run into each other. But the land border seemed enough to provide almost daily scuffles between them. Which was, of course, nothing short of a huge pain in the ass.
But it wasn't as if Greece was about to up and turn around so soon on his walk. So, head held high, he didn't waver as he continued closer and closer to the danger zone.
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