Post by berwaldoxenstierna on Sept 8, 2010 5:50:43 GMT -5
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general
name: Berwald Oxenstierna
age: 17
nationality: Swedish
date of birth: June 6th 1930
function: student
likes: Nice and calm days. Cinnamon rolls. Sculpting // Carving. He isn't choosy. As long as its not something he doesn't like he's all right with it.
Dislikes: Noisy, annoying, ignorant and obnoxious people. People not listening to his opinions. Being ordered around. Others messing up and disturbing his work.
IC
[ okay a little bit of warning before you go any further. I'm tweaking his personality slightly to go with his age. I don't usually role play him this young ( usually his age is like 26-29 whenever i roleplay him) So being 17, would make him (in cannon hetalia) bout in the 15th-17th century Sweden, personality timeline thing. (in my headcannon at phsyical age of 17 he will be in the viking age... or like 10th century... so yeah) So right now i think he'll be going through some violent growing phase stuff.
Like i said. This is just some foreword and warning before you guys kill me for ruining his character ( i will keep to most of his personality . i promise ) This is the first time i've roleplayed him this young so bear with me. ]
personality
Berwald often leaves bad first impressions, often due to his intimidating feel that he gives off. It also doesn't help that he is, especially to new acquaintances, extremely silent. However, this is not because that he is un friendly, he simply prefers to keep his thoughts to himself. Once friends, he can be friendly and easy to talk with. He even has a playful side (according to his sister). He also likes debates, and will participate if it holds his interest long enough. Though he usually doesn't take a specific side, he is open-minded and sees things from all corners before stating his opinion. But as of the moment, he is going through a violet phase of growing up. He is sometimes hot headed and easily annoyed. Rebellious even. He reacts violently, sometimes explosively and without warning, if he is unhappy with a single thing for a period of time, but he told himself that we will try to deal with this problem. However, any significant changes remain to be seen.
In his studies, he catches and understands concepts quicker than most. Despite this, he can be extremely hardworking and studious if he wanted to. Its just, for the most part, he doesn't need to. In his spare time he reads, and if given the chance (and materials) will build (simple furniture for the most part).
background story
Born in northern Sweden. When he was 7 his family decided to move to Stockholm, since his father who was working in the city decided that it will be easier for him and his wife and son to simply live in the city instead of the countryside. He was fortunate to receive education and also managed to get into a good school. His sister was born when he was 8. A joyous occasion. By now, he was old enough to understand the sudden shift of his parents attention. At 9 years, he was still to young to understand the signs of an upcoming war. Not because he was oblivous, rather, his parents made sure to protect him from any conversations or news regarding what was happening outside their walls. But it wasn't long until Berwald joined the dots.
He was 10 when his father gave him a kiss on his forehead at the doorway, smiling goodbye. Even though Sweden had claimed neutrality, its people still helped refugees from the surrounding countries and some Swedes ventured out to help their neighbouring nations in their fight. His father was one of those. He remembered his mother arguing with the decision, but whenever his father made a decision he will stand by it until his last breath. He remembered on that doorstep feeling proud that it was his father who was brave enough to step out of the safety of Sweden's borders. He also remembered his sister crying for three hours that night.
He was setting a plate on the dinner table when he hears his mother cry. A letter had come. His father had been shot. His father was dead. And it will be another four years from that day until the front pages of the newspapers will read 'The war is over'.
Berwald was now 16. His mother had been bedridden for two years now. She had been sick for five. An unmarried aunt visits every few months, staying for a few weeks every-time she does. She helps clean and organise the house, buys his sister dresses and teaches him how to cook and take care of his mother and sister. He also runs around doing odd jobs, even though his family wasn't at critical financial problems. At school, he was doing well. At least on his school work and results.
He was starting and getting himself involved in school yard fights more often than most boys his age do. Most of these occurrences seem start with little or no reason. The school counsellors label him as being problematic. This of course, worried his mother and that was when his aunt decided to bring up the subject of a boarding school, in France.
Extras
His sisters name is Viola.
He sends letters to his family every few weeks or so.
He can and does enjoy playing sports if he has nothing better to do. Football.
+ i think that's about it. any more will just come along with the RP.
RP sample
Berwald sighs and puts his pencil down. Running a hand through his hair, he glances to his side to look at the small clock at his side. Quarter to five. A small smile came to his face and he lets himself lean backwards against the chair. A taps a few fingers on the pages, then flips the cover over. That was enough, he thinks. He had been studying for about an hour half now, and his eyes were starting to tire. He slowly pushes his chair back, then gathers his books in his arm. He walks across the room and comes to his bed. He falls to his knees and slips his books under the bed.
By the next moment, he was half jogging out of his dorm and through the corridor. He didn't exactly know where he was going. Maybe to the shed. Or the forest maybe. It was a Sunday, so they weren't any classes that day, and he was, to be honest, bored.
He walks past the field, looking over for a moment at the other boys playing football. He considers asking if he could join. But he shakes his head and hurries off. He'd rather not risk getting himself into another fight. A few minutes later he finds himself at the fringe of the forest. He puts a hand against a tree trunk and stares for a while. A walk wouldn't hurt. And it was a nice day for that. He looks over his shoulder to see if anyone had noticed him. Of course they were a few who saw him but no one really paid attention to him, or were too afraid to. Which was good in a way. He tucks his hands into his pockets and starts to walk.
OoC
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general
name: Berwald Oxenstierna
age: 17
nationality: Swedish
date of birth: June 6th 1930
function: student
likes: Nice and calm days. Cinnamon rolls. Sculpting // Carving. He isn't choosy. As long as its not something he doesn't like he's all right with it.
Dislikes: Noisy, annoying, ignorant and obnoxious people. People not listening to his opinions. Being ordered around. Others messing up and disturbing his work.
IC
[ okay a little bit of warning before you go any further. I'm tweaking his personality slightly to go with his age. I don't usually role play him this young ( usually his age is like 26-29 whenever i roleplay him) So being 17, would make him (in cannon hetalia) bout in the 15th-17th century Sweden, personality timeline thing. (in my headcannon at phsyical age of 17 he will be in the viking age... or like 10th century... so yeah) So right now i think he'll be going through some violent growing phase stuff.
Like i said. This is just some foreword and warning before you guys kill me for ruining his character ( i will keep to most of his personality . i promise ) This is the first time i've roleplayed him this young so bear with me. ]
personality
Berwald often leaves bad first impressions, often due to his intimidating feel that he gives off. It also doesn't help that he is, especially to new acquaintances, extremely silent. However, this is not because that he is un friendly, he simply prefers to keep his thoughts to himself. Once friends, he can be friendly and easy to talk with. He even has a playful side (according to his sister). He also likes debates, and will participate if it holds his interest long enough. Though he usually doesn't take a specific side, he is open-minded and sees things from all corners before stating his opinion. But as of the moment, he is going through a violet phase of growing up. He is sometimes hot headed and easily annoyed. Rebellious even. He reacts violently, sometimes explosively and without warning, if he is unhappy with a single thing for a period of time, but he told himself that we will try to deal with this problem. However, any significant changes remain to be seen.
In his studies, he catches and understands concepts quicker than most. Despite this, he can be extremely hardworking and studious if he wanted to. Its just, for the most part, he doesn't need to. In his spare time he reads, and if given the chance (and materials) will build (simple furniture for the most part).
background story
Born in northern Sweden. When he was 7 his family decided to move to Stockholm, since his father who was working in the city decided that it will be easier for him and his wife and son to simply live in the city instead of the countryside. He was fortunate to receive education and also managed to get into a good school. His sister was born when he was 8. A joyous occasion. By now, he was old enough to understand the sudden shift of his parents attention. At 9 years, he was still to young to understand the signs of an upcoming war. Not because he was oblivous, rather, his parents made sure to protect him from any conversations or news regarding what was happening outside their walls. But it wasn't long until Berwald joined the dots.
He was 10 when his father gave him a kiss on his forehead at the doorway, smiling goodbye. Even though Sweden had claimed neutrality, its people still helped refugees from the surrounding countries and some Swedes ventured out to help their neighbouring nations in their fight. His father was one of those. He remembered his mother arguing with the decision, but whenever his father made a decision he will stand by it until his last breath. He remembered on that doorstep feeling proud that it was his father who was brave enough to step out of the safety of Sweden's borders. He also remembered his sister crying for three hours that night.
He was setting a plate on the dinner table when he hears his mother cry. A letter had come. His father had been shot. His father was dead. And it will be another four years from that day until the front pages of the newspapers will read 'The war is over'.
Berwald was now 16. His mother had been bedridden for two years now. She had been sick for five. An unmarried aunt visits every few months, staying for a few weeks every-time she does. She helps clean and organise the house, buys his sister dresses and teaches him how to cook and take care of his mother and sister. He also runs around doing odd jobs, even though his family wasn't at critical financial problems. At school, he was doing well. At least on his school work and results.
He was starting and getting himself involved in school yard fights more often than most boys his age do. Most of these occurrences seem start with little or no reason. The school counsellors label him as being problematic. This of course, worried his mother and that was when his aunt decided to bring up the subject of a boarding school, in France.
Extras
His sisters name is Viola.
He sends letters to his family every few weeks or so.
He can and does enjoy playing sports if he has nothing better to do. Football.
+ i think that's about it. any more will just come along with the RP.
RP sample
Berwald sighs and puts his pencil down. Running a hand through his hair, he glances to his side to look at the small clock at his side. Quarter to five. A small smile came to his face and he lets himself lean backwards against the chair. A taps a few fingers on the pages, then flips the cover over. That was enough, he thinks. He had been studying for about an hour half now, and his eyes were starting to tire. He slowly pushes his chair back, then gathers his books in his arm. He walks across the room and comes to his bed. He falls to his knees and slips his books under the bed.
By the next moment, he was half jogging out of his dorm and through the corridor. He didn't exactly know where he was going. Maybe to the shed. Or the forest maybe. It was a Sunday, so they weren't any classes that day, and he was, to be honest, bored.
He walks past the field, looking over for a moment at the other boys playing football. He considers asking if he could join. But he shakes his head and hurries off. He'd rather not risk getting himself into another fight. A few minutes later he finds himself at the fringe of the forest. He puts a hand against a tree trunk and stares for a while. A walk wouldn't hurt. And it was a nice day for that. He looks over his shoulder to see if anyone had noticed him. Of course they were a few who saw him but no one really paid attention to him, or were too afraid to. Which was good in a way. He tucks his hands into his pockets and starts to walk.
OoC
MSN: Larxene93@hotmail.com
AIM: -
Yahoo!: -
Email: -
Skype: na-nani-ni
