Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Jan 26, 2010 0:51:50 GMT -5
Name: Feliks £ukasiewicz
Country of Origin: Poland
Age: 26
Affiliation: Citizen
Expertise: Gypsy-sort of occupation, he resides in Marketplace. He reads tarot cards and occasionally does the odd future-seeing. Due to his almost homeless position, he sleeps in his old rusty caravan and sits all day in a little stall in the crooked Marketplace beside some fruit stands and a jewellery cart.
Personality: A very friendly type of person, Feliks is always looking for something interesting and is extremely nosy sometimes, resulting in lots of trouble. He'll poke his nose in a lot of people's business, and due to his weird upbringing, he believes that he can 'sense' what's going on in other people's minds. Often he is right, but sometimes he's way off. Either way, he's never shy and downright invasive sometimes. This has gotten him into trouble several times, but he's always backed off at the first sign of major trouble. Being a little bit of a coward, all his tough, snarky walls are torn down in the presence of a gun, and he'll turn into a complete pile of mush the second he feels like something terribly violent is going to happen. Due to this, he often knows when and when not to be serious with his customers.
Normally, he acts a bit like a girl, using the accent that he picked up from when he used to live in a brothel. His girly nature often has him mistaken for a bit of a prissy bitch but in reality he acts like that because it's an easy way to live, without many worries or sorrows. All his life, there's always been some kind soul who's helped him out, and that's left him with quite a cheerful personality, if not a bit wary of scary-looking strangers.
Appearance: Sometimes mistaken for a girl, Feliks' shoulder-length blonde hair (he takes care of it tediously, brushing it thrice a day, since it's his proudest feature) often brushes into his eyes, which is why he wears a bandanna on his head to keep his bangs out of the way. His eyes, a bright green, are often said to feel like they're burying deep in a person but keeping their distance at the same time. He has pale skin due to his dislike for any sort of labour.
He has a small golden hoop earring in his right ear from when the girls at the brothel he stayed at decided to get a little experimental with their new 'toy'. His ear still stings a little when he pulls on it, but he's forced to live with it, since there's no way of taking it out. His usual attire is quite normal otherwise, a frayed, dirty plain button-down shirt and an old pair of slacks. He doesn't have shoes, so he doesn't like to walk around much, deeming it too uncomfortable for his feet. In the colder times, he has a large knitted black shawl that covers his shoulders.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Feliks has fairly decent storytelling skills. When he has a particularly annoying customer who isn't satisfied with just the vague answer of the tarot cards, he can easily spin a story that sounds exciting but is just as vague and hard to understand as the original answer. He's also learned quite a few bargaining skills after negotiating his prices for so long.
He's a tad stubborn, and frankly, he doesn't care what people think of him. He'll be what he wants to be, and it's not like he has much of a choice between being the somewhat annoying gypsy to being... dead. Of course, that would change if, say, a gun was pointed to the side of his head. But that's how he's lived up till now, always choosing the path to live, no matter how degrading it can be.
His predictions of the future, which are few and far between, are scarily accurate, and his tarot card readings have saved his life many a time, although he doesn't care to disclose this to many people. Though he sometimes acts before he thinks, he's not entirely uncapable of planning ahead.
Weaknesses:
Feliks is a coward. He shies away from violence and tries to avoid brutes of any and all kinds. Whenever someone sketchy enters his booth or asks strange questions, he never asks back, nor does he try to hold their gaze for too long. There are some things he doesn't want to find out, so he won't pry into any sort of important minds, which is why he's quite the useful source for any organization. His game plan is always to stay aloof and avoid eye contact at all costs. This has deeply hurt his ability to trust in others.
Sometimes, he's too pushy. He's gotten into a few catfights with girls from neighbouring stalls over his choice of clothing or their choice of pricing. He's even had to run away several times from angry boyfriends or cart owners due to some... unexpected misunderstandings.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
--chatting with other girls
--chatting in general
--traditional clothes of countries and cultures (he finds them so interesting and beautiful)
--drinking clean, clear water
--his tarot cards
Dislikes:
--brutes
--violence
--hagglers
--thieves
--hurting his feet
--getting his hair messy
Quirks:
--he picked up a sort of Valley Girl accent from being around so many light-headed girls in his past
--he loses his accent for a brief while when he reads cards or tells fortunes, thus temporarily letting his guard down. He doesn't know why he does this, and sometimes doesn't even realize it
--he adores fashion and always admires the fancily dressed people who walk by his stall
--he sometimes wants to dress up like a girl, just for the fun of it
Phobias:
-he has to have his cards with him at all times. They're the only things that have kept him alive up till now other than his fast legs, so he feels immensely weakened whenever he doesn't have them right in his hand or on his body.
-he hates guns with a burning passion. Or more like, he's scared of all weapons to the point that he won't even use them in regular day life. This, of course, makes him the essential target for mobbers but that's why he hides in the marketplace all day.
-he's serious in saying that he cannot stand even the slightest rocking of waves. You'd think that he'd be used to it, from being on a boat for so long in his childhood put it only seems to have further extrenuate his senses into dreading going anywhere near bodies of water so much that his stomach starts churning even at the mention of an ocean. When he is forced to go near bodies of water, he'll turn green immediately and probably get sick. Like, right there.
-he is scared of people who have guns who don't care. Like, genuinely not give a shit about their life, other people's lives, the earth, whatever. Because to him, it's those people who can do the most damage.
History: Feliks grew up in a small city just north of Warsaw, Poland. His memory conveniently blurs out a lot of his past, but he does remember lots of plains and farms, and a kind old woman putting him in his cradle. He also remembers something he doesn't quite wish to, he remembers his cradle being wrestled from the hands of the old lady and into gruff, pushy ones that took him away from the rolling hills and into the rolling seas.
He remembers vaguely being on a ship and learning from the resident gypsy how to read tarot cards, and he still has his own stack from that fated meeting. Apart from the clothes he wears and the earring in his ear (that didn't come until later), the only possesion he carries around with him consistently is his cards, which are pretty much his only way to live.
There's a significant gap in his memory that's blocked out and fuzzy around the edges. Feliks does not poke or dare to pry inside his mind because he is scared, scared to see what his mind might be hiding from him. All he knows is that one day, he arrived at a brothel full of nice girls and lukewarm beer around the age of seventeen. At first, the manager wanted nothing to do with him because he seemed to be a bit too clever and was not a busty female, but the not-so-bright girls thought him cute and decided to take him in as the little brother/sister they never had. Although they weren't very smart, their hearts (along with their chests) were big and they taught him confidence along with a new language, and he's been grateful to them ever since.
However, one day, what was bound to happen when you lived in the dangerous parts of town hit the small brothel. Feliks, thankfully, had been unharmed since he hid in a small crate the moment he had heard loud shouts, and carefully kept still the whole time, blocking his ears and shutting his eyes tight. When the police arrived, he was still in the crate, and he had to cry his way through yet another string of gunshots and screams, until one last scream echoed through the shattered building, hopefully from the bad guys. After emerging from the crate, he was so emotionally disturbed that he wouldn't even open his eyes or mouth, and just sat there the entire time through the questions, not moving an inch other than to rock back and forth every once in a while. When the police finally gave up to search other parts of the brothel. Finally opening his eyes, he took a look around at all the bodies around him. In two minutes, he had taken all of the money (he left the weapons) from all the dead gangster's pockets and ran away like a bullet, clutching his pack of tarot cards. He bought a caravan not soon after and hid out in the marketplace. He was twenty-four. He didn't look back even once.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Stretching his arms over his head, Feliks yawned and pulled on his tattered old shirt and slacks, scratching the back of his head. He ran a few fingers through his hair before brushing it with a half-broken comb delicately. Peering out of the small window of the beat up old caravan, he guessed it was probably around seven in the morning. Tugging on his ear, he made sure his earring was still there and went off to go wash his face with dirty water.
As he walked out of the caravan with his tarot cards, he breathed in a small lungful of dusty air and grinned. This was like, such a perfect day! Well, compared to the other shitty ones they'd had in the last week. Rotating his shoulders up and down, he walked the short distance to the marketplace and whistled softly upon reaching his stall. The fruit stand next to him had increased their prices? They were already running like, such an expensive business already. Scoffing, he pushed through the long black fabric that served as some kind of blockage to the inside of his stall.
Sitting down at a chair behind a large rickety desk, he laid his fancy tablecloth (he had saved up a month to buy it, but it was totally worth it) on top and opened his pack of cards. The edges were a little worn but the backs were still smooth and he smiled. Spreading them out like an open fan, he closed his eyes and let his hand pick one, holding it up for him to see.
Three X's intercrossed each other to make a complicated yet simple diamond formation, and he sighed. It was a card he'd seen many a time. Deprivation.
There wouldn't be any dinner tonight. Or lunch, for that matter. "Well like, that wouldn't be the same if everything wasn't like, way expensive." He muttered, stacking the cards again. But he didn't doubt it. He never did.
The cards never lied.
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I<3Hetalia
Oh, and I'm making up random tarot cards. XD So please be kind to me? =D
Country of Origin: Poland
Age: 26
Affiliation: Citizen
Expertise: Gypsy-sort of occupation, he resides in Marketplace. He reads tarot cards and occasionally does the odd future-seeing. Due to his almost homeless position, he sleeps in his old rusty caravan and sits all day in a little stall in the crooked Marketplace beside some fruit stands and a jewellery cart.
Personality: A very friendly type of person, Feliks is always looking for something interesting and is extremely nosy sometimes, resulting in lots of trouble. He'll poke his nose in a lot of people's business, and due to his weird upbringing, he believes that he can 'sense' what's going on in other people's minds. Often he is right, but sometimes he's way off. Either way, he's never shy and downright invasive sometimes. This has gotten him into trouble several times, but he's always backed off at the first sign of major trouble. Being a little bit of a coward, all his tough, snarky walls are torn down in the presence of a gun, and he'll turn into a complete pile of mush the second he feels like something terribly violent is going to happen. Due to this, he often knows when and when not to be serious with his customers.
Normally, he acts a bit like a girl, using the accent that he picked up from when he used to live in a brothel. His girly nature often has him mistaken for a bit of a prissy bitch but in reality he acts like that because it's an easy way to live, without many worries or sorrows. All his life, there's always been some kind soul who's helped him out, and that's left him with quite a cheerful personality, if not a bit wary of scary-looking strangers.
Appearance: Sometimes mistaken for a girl, Feliks' shoulder-length blonde hair (he takes care of it tediously, brushing it thrice a day, since it's his proudest feature) often brushes into his eyes, which is why he wears a bandanna on his head to keep his bangs out of the way. His eyes, a bright green, are often said to feel like they're burying deep in a person but keeping their distance at the same time. He has pale skin due to his dislike for any sort of labour.
He has a small golden hoop earring in his right ear from when the girls at the brothel he stayed at decided to get a little experimental with their new 'toy'. His ear still stings a little when he pulls on it, but he's forced to live with it, since there's no way of taking it out. His usual attire is quite normal otherwise, a frayed, dirty plain button-down shirt and an old pair of slacks. He doesn't have shoes, so he doesn't like to walk around much, deeming it too uncomfortable for his feet. In the colder times, he has a large knitted black shawl that covers his shoulders.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths:
Feliks has fairly decent storytelling skills. When he has a particularly annoying customer who isn't satisfied with just the vague answer of the tarot cards, he can easily spin a story that sounds exciting but is just as vague and hard to understand as the original answer. He's also learned quite a few bargaining skills after negotiating his prices for so long.
He's a tad stubborn, and frankly, he doesn't care what people think of him. He'll be what he wants to be, and it's not like he has much of a choice between being the somewhat annoying gypsy to being... dead. Of course, that would change if, say, a gun was pointed to the side of his head. But that's how he's lived up till now, always choosing the path to live, no matter how degrading it can be.
His predictions of the future, which are few and far between, are scarily accurate, and his tarot card readings have saved his life many a time, although he doesn't care to disclose this to many people. Though he sometimes acts before he thinks, he's not entirely uncapable of planning ahead.
Weaknesses:
Feliks is a coward. He shies away from violence and tries to avoid brutes of any and all kinds. Whenever someone sketchy enters his booth or asks strange questions, he never asks back, nor does he try to hold their gaze for too long. There are some things he doesn't want to find out, so he won't pry into any sort of important minds, which is why he's quite the useful source for any organization. His game plan is always to stay aloof and avoid eye contact at all costs. This has deeply hurt his ability to trust in others.
Sometimes, he's too pushy. He's gotten into a few catfights with girls from neighbouring stalls over his choice of clothing or their choice of pricing. He's even had to run away several times from angry boyfriends or cart owners due to some... unexpected misunderstandings.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes:
--chatting with other girls
--chatting in general
--traditional clothes of countries and cultures (he finds them so interesting and beautiful)
--drinking clean, clear water
--his tarot cards
Dislikes:
--brutes
--violence
--hagglers
--thieves
--hurting his feet
--getting his hair messy
Quirks:
--he picked up a sort of Valley Girl accent from being around so many light-headed girls in his past
--he loses his accent for a brief while when he reads cards or tells fortunes, thus temporarily letting his guard down. He doesn't know why he does this, and sometimes doesn't even realize it
--he adores fashion and always admires the fancily dressed people who walk by his stall
--he sometimes wants to dress up like a girl, just for the fun of it
Phobias:
-he has to have his cards with him at all times. They're the only things that have kept him alive up till now other than his fast legs, so he feels immensely weakened whenever he doesn't have them right in his hand or on his body.
-he hates guns with a burning passion. Or more like, he's scared of all weapons to the point that he won't even use them in regular day life. This, of course, makes him the essential target for mobbers but that's why he hides in the marketplace all day.
-he's serious in saying that he cannot stand even the slightest rocking of waves. You'd think that he'd be used to it, from being on a boat for so long in his childhood put it only seems to have further extrenuate his senses into dreading going anywhere near bodies of water so much that his stomach starts churning even at the mention of an ocean. When he is forced to go near bodies of water, he'll turn green immediately and probably get sick. Like, right there.
-he is scared of people who have guns who don't care. Like, genuinely not give a shit about their life, other people's lives, the earth, whatever. Because to him, it's those people who can do the most damage.
History: Feliks grew up in a small city just north of Warsaw, Poland. His memory conveniently blurs out a lot of his past, but he does remember lots of plains and farms, and a kind old woman putting him in his cradle. He also remembers something he doesn't quite wish to, he remembers his cradle being wrestled from the hands of the old lady and into gruff, pushy ones that took him away from the rolling hills and into the rolling seas.
He remembers vaguely being on a ship and learning from the resident gypsy how to read tarot cards, and he still has his own stack from that fated meeting. Apart from the clothes he wears and the earring in his ear (that didn't come until later), the only possesion he carries around with him consistently is his cards, which are pretty much his only way to live.
There's a significant gap in his memory that's blocked out and fuzzy around the edges. Feliks does not poke or dare to pry inside his mind because he is scared, scared to see what his mind might be hiding from him. All he knows is that one day, he arrived at a brothel full of nice girls and lukewarm beer around the age of seventeen. At first, the manager wanted nothing to do with him because he seemed to be a bit too clever and was not a busty female, but the not-so-bright girls thought him cute and decided to take him in as the little brother/sister they never had. Although they weren't very smart, their hearts (along with their chests) were big and they taught him confidence along with a new language, and he's been grateful to them ever since.
However, one day, what was bound to happen when you lived in the dangerous parts of town hit the small brothel. Feliks, thankfully, had been unharmed since he hid in a small crate the moment he had heard loud shouts, and carefully kept still the whole time, blocking his ears and shutting his eyes tight. When the police arrived, he was still in the crate, and he had to cry his way through yet another string of gunshots and screams, until one last scream echoed through the shattered building, hopefully from the bad guys. After emerging from the crate, he was so emotionally disturbed that he wouldn't even open his eyes or mouth, and just sat there the entire time through the questions, not moving an inch other than to rock back and forth every once in a while. When the police finally gave up to search other parts of the brothel. Finally opening his eyes, he took a look around at all the bodies around him. In two minutes, he had taken all of the money (he left the weapons) from all the dead gangster's pockets and ran away like a bullet, clutching his pack of tarot cards. He bought a caravan not soon after and hid out in the marketplace. He was twenty-four. He didn't look back even once.
Sample/Character Introduction:
Stretching his arms over his head, Feliks yawned and pulled on his tattered old shirt and slacks, scratching the back of his head. He ran a few fingers through his hair before brushing it with a half-broken comb delicately. Peering out of the small window of the beat up old caravan, he guessed it was probably around seven in the morning. Tugging on his ear, he made sure his earring was still there and went off to go wash his face with dirty water.
As he walked out of the caravan with his tarot cards, he breathed in a small lungful of dusty air and grinned. This was like, such a perfect day! Well, compared to the other shitty ones they'd had in the last week. Rotating his shoulders up and down, he walked the short distance to the marketplace and whistled softly upon reaching his stall. The fruit stand next to him had increased their prices? They were already running like, such an expensive business already. Scoffing, he pushed through the long black fabric that served as some kind of blockage to the inside of his stall.
Sitting down at a chair behind a large rickety desk, he laid his fancy tablecloth (he had saved up a month to buy it, but it was totally worth it) on top and opened his pack of cards. The edges were a little worn but the backs were still smooth and he smiled. Spreading them out like an open fan, he closed his eyes and let his hand pick one, holding it up for him to see.
Three X's intercrossed each other to make a complicated yet simple diamond formation, and he sighed. It was a card he'd seen many a time. Deprivation.
There wouldn't be any dinner tonight. Or lunch, for that matter. "Well like, that wouldn't be the same if everything wasn't like, way expensive." He muttered, stacking the cards again. But he didn't doubt it. He never did.
The cards never lied.
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I<3Hetalia
Oh, and I'm making up random tarot cards. XD So please be kind to me? =D
! Things like this happen, and sometimes Proboards is an absolute bugger to us all. I can fix it up and put the phobias where it goes, then clean up all these extra replies XD... It's totally alright dear and I can honestly say that I <3 you already! Now, getting back to the important part. Your profile is great! I absolutely loved reading it, and I think you have a great grasp. I have a feeling you will be able to portray Poland's personality here wonderfully. I look forward to seeing you IC! Since you have already changed your user name. Feel free to join and start threads! I hope you have a lot of fun during your stay with us!