Post by poland on Dec 21, 2010 18:52:00 GMT -5
Name: Feliks £ukasiewicz [Rzeczpospolita Polska]
Age: 19
Academic Goals: Feliks is majoring in Science/Biology to becom a cosmetic chemist to make make up that looks better on cross-dressers like himself~!
Year: Sophomore
Occupation: Student / He does misc. work for the school and staff. (I.E. Delivering papers from one teacher to another, organizing files, etc.)
Likes: Himself; He’s a bit of a narcissist, but he’s got a good heart.
Clothes; he loves clothes, wearing them, shopping for them, criticizing them.
Easy-to-do things; Well, he’s a bit use to having help with the hard things; so he enjoys easy things that he can do by himself.
Toris; One of his favorite people, an easy person to boss around and get along with.
Food; Who doesn’t love a good meal? He’s especially fond of the food Toris makes.
[Science/Biology] Goes along with his academic goals; you can’t be a cosmetic chemist without knowing any science.
Dislikes: Bullies; Why should he, or anyone else, put up with a loud-mouthed tough-guy when he could totally kick their asses?
A bad hair-day; Feliks LOVES to look his best, so one of the things he hates the most is having one of those days when his hair is absolutely and positively unwilling to comply to his wants.
Bad style; He’s known for critiquing a person’s clothing style, but it’s all in good honesty. He’s just giving them advice that they need to dress better.
Difficult or strenuous activity; he already has a killer body, so why does he need to let the Gym teacher torture him?
[Gym -reason stated above]
Personality:
Poland is a bit of a girly-boy, well, more like totally a girly boy. He’s selfish and loud-mouthed. he does things without thinking of the consequences for others, but he’s not a bad person. Underneath those layers of self-centered ego-ism, he really cares for other people; mostly his friends.
Despite it being weird, he loves to dress in girl clothes; for school a girl’s school uniform. This is most likely due to a complex about not looking very manly, but Poland managed to turn those feelings around. Instead of feeling ashamed about not looking manly, he feels pride for being much prettier than most girls despite being a male. He doesn’t take kindly to insults about his cross-dressing habit, but when the comment is something he can turn around in his head and just pretend it’s a compliment, he will.
He’s a loud-mouth, selfish, and says things without thinking; he acts tough, but he isn’t. He’s a shy and meek mouse. Once he gets something off his chest, he’ll squeal and hide behind some one he knows and trust to protect him from the ‘scary stranger’. Which makes him look weak, which he isn’t. He may not be the top fighter as far as fights go…. But he always gets back up again, and again until he wins and he may be inclined to use cheap shots if all else fails. But, it’s not like his opponents are using -that- for anything, right?
He absolutely loves girly things; Canopy beds, girly colors, and the like. It goes along with the territory of being a “cute” cross-dresser. And despite any regulations, it’s likely he’ll try to spruce the dorm-room up. He’s obviously not good with authority figures, because he tends to try and avoid teachers he isn’t fond of unless it’s for work.
History:
Feliks is an only child, so he’s always been rather shy and a tad bit lonely. Even when he was younger he dressed as a girl; often times he would wander outside in a white night-gown to play. The garden near his house was where he met Toris. At first he felt wary, but he was very happy to make friends with the young boy. For the longest time, Toris was the only other person he would talk to.
As he grew older, he came out of his shell more, but not completely. Going to Bluterra after being home schooled for his life-time was a big jump. But it was something he couldn’t pass up on, because he thought that maybe, just maybe, the Lithuanian would be there, and that he could find new friends there. With that thought in mind, the Polish boy took the first plane to the school.
Sample Post: [From, another RP site. But the RP is mine.]
Poland squealed out an exaggerated yawn as he stretched out under the blankets. Eyes still shut he rolled onto his side to pat the other portion of the bed and find his partner not there. Well that was a stick in the mud findings. The Pole quickly opened his green eyes to stare at the empty spot before he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Laying there for sometime, he finally crawled out of bed and trudged over to the closet in his white nightgown. He sleepily groped for clothes -his school girl uniform, of course. Tossing it to the bed, he toddled over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of frilly, girly underwear. He, slightly more awake now, skipped over to the bed and tossed off his night-wear. First he put on the underwear, than the skirt, and lastly the white undershirt and cream colored sweater.
He lazily trailed down to the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cheerios with milk, he ate it in surprising silence -which drove him insane by the way. He hated silence. Some one should be there when he wanted to talk, it was a total crime to leave him all alone. With this in mind, he decided that he'd go out and find some one to talk to!
Finishing his breakfast he left the bowl and spoon on the table for Liet to take care of -serves him right. He pranced up the stairs and into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and combing his hair. Not to mention staring at himself in the mirror for about thirty-minutes talking to himself like an idiot, "You know, you're like, totally gorgeous. And like, it's amazing that, like, you don't get attacked by like, creeps everywhere you go. But like, then again, it's like, not. Because, like, you aren't some 'kyaaah' loser, you'd like, totally kick their asses!"
After he was finish chatting to his mirror-image, he left the house and used his oh-so pretty pony to take him to the daycare. He'd like, go bother the little kids! They'd like, so totally be honored and stuff to have him there! He looked around the children's faces. Who would receive the blessing of his amazing presence? There! That dreadfully boring looking child. He bent down next to the kid, "You're like... Kiku, right?"
Poland squealed out an exaggerated yawn as he stretched out under the blankets. Eyes still shut he rolled onto his side to pat the other portion of the bed and find his partner not there. Well that was a stick in the mud findings. The Pole quickly opened his green eyes to stare at the empty spot before he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
Laying there for sometime, he finally crawled out of bed and trudged over to the closet in his white nightgown. He sleepily groped for clothes -his school girl uniform, of course. Tossing it to the bed, he toddled over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of frilly, girly underwear. He, slightly more awake now, skipped over to the bed and tossed off his night-wear. First he put on the underwear, than the skirt, and lastly the white undershirt and cream colored sweater.
He lazily trailed down to the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cheerios with milk, he ate it in surprising silence -which drove him insane by the way. He hated silence. Some one should be there when he wanted to talk, it was a total crime to leave him all alone. With this in mind, he decided that he'd go out and find some one to talk to!
Finishing his breakfast he left the bowl and spoon on the table for Liet to take care of -serves him right. He pranced up the stairs and into the bathroom, brushing his teeth and combing his hair. Not to mention staring at himself in the mirror for about thirty-minutes talking to himself like an idiot, "You know, you're like, totally gorgeous. And like, it's amazing that, like, you don't get attacked by like, creeps everywhere you go. But like, then again, it's like, not. Because, like, you aren't some 'kyaaah' loser, you'd like, totally kick their asses!"
After he was finish chatting to his mirror-image, he left the house and used his oh-so pretty pony to take him to the daycare. He'd like, go bother the little kids! They'd like, so totally be honored and stuff to have him there! He looked around the children's faces. Who would receive the blessing of his amazing presence? There! That dreadfully boring looking child. He bent down next to the kid, "You're like... Kiku, right?"
Personal + Optional
Alias: Bee; ask for it.
Timezone: Central; but my schedules screwy, so yeah. Pasta and Wursts.
Favorite Pairings: Umh… RoChu, NLBelgie, LietPol, crack pairings that aren’t way too unreasonable.
Alternate Characters: I play, Poland, Belgie, Hungary, Poland, China, and an OC called Belize. That’s all I can think of right now, unless Carrie can remember any others?
