Post by Li Xiao Chun on Mar 5, 2011 1:01:03 GMT -5
Li Xiao Chun
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NAME:[/font] Li Xiao Chun
AGE: Sixteen
GRADE: Softmore
NATIONALITY: Cantonese
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Patient
- Hard-working
- Level-headed
- Calm
- "Sturdy big bro"
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Unemotional
- Technically weak
- Cursed
- Introverted
- Guarded
LIKES:
- Sketching
- Sketching exposed pictures
- Drawing UNexposed pictures(to Yao's demand >c)
- Fireworks
- Mei Chan(Favorite sibling <3)
DISLIKES:
- Arthur Kirkland
- Wang Yao
- Im Yong Soo
- English food
- Being without Mei Chan
FEARS:
- Being forever alone
- Having larger eyebrows than current state
out of character
NAME: People call me Icy and Natalia. 83
OTHER CHARACTERS: At the moment? Non. In time? Maybe Belarus.
;;ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Not my best... but it's in his POV~ <3
Times are tight, have to act fast.
Knee-deep in the murky waters, time was running out. He knew for damn sure that there was no other way to get home than just run away. Yet, how far away from home was he? Hong Kong was in Asia, and here Xiao was, in Great Britian, Europe. There was no way in hell he could get to his homeland, and especially, his sister Mei. Oh Mei... How could he have ever left her alone.
Where am I at now?
It was sudden, though he remembered why he was here again. England... That thick-browed bastard, took him away from his family in that single war. It had Yao left in ruins, didn't it? His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his thought severely clouded. Why couldn't he think straight? He had to get the hell out of there, and that was final!
I need to find a way...
Xiao knew there wasn't really any other choice but to head back to Arthur. He knew it, though he flat out refused that it could be a possibility. He'd try to find Yao, trying to save him. He had to, didn't he? In the distance, a rustle had occurred in the bushes, and he instantly thought it was his Chinese brother. Although, when a hand covered his eyes, and a hiss. "You thought you could run away, didn't you, git." Soon enough, the world was black.
........
Thought I could leave, though look at what happened...
He wasn't concious immediatly after coming back to his place, though after what seemed like seven days, he woke to the sound of a chant. A chan- A CURSE? "What!" He exclaimed, fully awake. However, Arthur continued it, and finished with the words of; "...anticantia!" He had no idea what had happened after that, for he blacked out yet again, the second time in two hours. Damn...
What goes on now?
Urk, what happened? The Asian nation thought to himself, slowly waking from whatever trance had happened. What was the first thing that he remembered- Oh, that right. England laid a type of curse on him, one that he didn't quite remember from his previous ones (Particually on France, Russia, and America, but he never said a word to them) that he encountered. Sighing, Xiao sat upright, hunching over in confusion. He shook his head to attempt at clearing away the cloudy thoughts, though when he brought his hand to his forehead, he stopped in his action.
What is this!
"WHAT?" He exclaimed, his murky brown eyes widening to wide orbs. Surprise and shock were his emotions, even if he wasn't the best at expressing them. His eyebrows... they felt a bit like Arthur's. How was that even possible? Narrowing his eyes, he wondered about the words that he had heard. They were different so he couldn't reconize them! "Well, Iggy," He muttered, knowing he was out of the room, "you're going down. Hard."
Knee-deep in the murky waters, time was running out. He knew for damn sure that there was no other way to get home than just run away. Yet, how far away from home was he? Hong Kong was in Asia, and here Xiao was, in Great Britian, Europe. There was no way in hell he could get to his homeland, and especially, his sister Mei. Oh Mei... How could he have ever left her alone.
Where am I at now?
It was sudden, though he remembered why he was here again. England... That thick-browed bastard, took him away from his family in that single war. It had Yao left in ruins, didn't it? His eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his thought severely clouded. Why couldn't he think straight? He had to get the hell out of there, and that was final!
I need to find a way...
Xiao knew there wasn't really any other choice but to head back to Arthur. He knew it, though he flat out refused that it could be a possibility. He'd try to find Yao, trying to save him. He had to, didn't he? In the distance, a rustle had occurred in the bushes, and he instantly thought it was his Chinese brother. Although, when a hand covered his eyes, and a hiss. "You thought you could run away, didn't you, git." Soon enough, the world was black.
........
Thought I could leave, though look at what happened...
He wasn't concious immediatly after coming back to his place, though after what seemed like seven days, he woke to the sound of a chant. A chan- A CURSE? "What!" He exclaimed, fully awake. However, Arthur continued it, and finished with the words of; "...anticantia!" He had no idea what had happened after that, for he blacked out yet again, the second time in two hours. Damn...
What goes on now?
Urk, what happened? The Asian nation thought to himself, slowly waking from whatever trance had happened. What was the first thing that he remembered- Oh, that right. England laid a type of curse on him, one that he didn't quite remember from his previous ones (Particually on France, Russia, and America, but he never said a word to them) that he encountered. Sighing, Xiao sat upright, hunching over in confusion. He shook his head to attempt at clearing away the cloudy thoughts, though when he brought his hand to his forehead, he stopped in his action.
What is this!
"WHAT?" He exclaimed, his murky brown eyes widening to wide orbs. Surprise and shock were his emotions, even if he wasn't the best at expressing them. His eyebrows... they felt a bit like Arthur's. How was that even possible? Narrowing his eyes, he wondered about the words that he had heard. They were different so he couldn't reconize them! "Well, Iggy," He muttered, knowing he was out of the room, "you're going down. Hard."
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