Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Aug 4, 2010 16:14:06 GMT -5
Character Information
Character name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Nation: Poland
Age: 19
Gender: Male [not that you’d notice half the time…]
Appearance
Height: 5”10
Hair/eyes: Light blonde, shoulder length hair/Green Eyes.
Notable Features: Usually, there’s nothing remarkable about Feliks in general, looking plain in his green army uniform and brown boots. When he’s wearing them. However, when he isn’t, a lot of the time he can be found wearing girl’s clothes. Not girlie clothes – literal girl clothing. As a hobbyist cross-dresser, Feliks has an assortment of skirts, blouses and other random pieces of clothing he finds highly enjoyable to wear, though his favourite pieces are a tartan knee length skirt and black top. What’s underneath said items has never been discussed, and nobody is brave to look for themselves. It shall remain one of the great mysteries.
Personality: Feliks’ use of the English language could only be described as unique. Speaking like what is commonly known as a ‘valley girl’, he ‘totally’ loves to, ‘like’, add un-needed words into the middle of a sentence. It may make him appear to be a weak, foolish country, but looks are very deceiving indeed, as Poland is a very stubborn and strong country. Around strangers, a crippling shyness overcomes him and he tends to clam up in anxiety. However, Once he becomes close to a person, he turns into a clingy, troublesome but ultimately loyal friend. He is optimistic and cheerful to a fault but is rather selfish. He also holds very strong opinions and will force them upon anyone he crosses paths with if so pushed. Due to his short-sighted and impulsive nature, a lot of the countries that are familiar with him use his weaknesses against him almost routinely.
Mythology
The Obra Monster
The River Obra, a small offshoot of the River Warta, in the west of Poland, is said to be the home of a giant water-based monster; a giant snake-like creature. Reports state that ducks, swans and even small dogs have been attacked and dragged underwater by some powerful unseen predator in either of the aforementioned rivers or their connecting lakes, mostly never to be seen again. Whether this is a giant fish or something more mysterious is uncertain as many hypothesise that it is in fact a giant, angry catfish, but neither claim has been proven as yet.
The Dragon of Krakow
Near the River Vistula was a place known as Wawel Hill, which in itself held a place known as ‘Smocza Jama’, the Dragon’s Cave. It was a deep cave that was rumoured to hold a fearsome dragon by the local villagers. One day a group of youths from the village, who didn’t believe the tale, explored the cave, finding the dragon sleeping. Accidentally disturbing it, the dragon became angry and it began a terrible rampage. Every day the dragon appeared in the village and carried off a sheep or preferably young virgins. The populace made many attempts to kill the dragon but nothing succeeded and many of those that attempted were killed. In the tormented village lived a wise man [or a shoemaker or a shoe makers apprentice, depending on who you believe] named Krakus [again, or Krac]. He smeared a sulphur paste over a herd of sheep and tricked the dragon into eating them, poisoning it with a terrible thirst, causing it to drink too much and explode. Krakus was subsequently made ruler of the village, which eventually grew into the city Krakow, named in the hero’s honour. When he died, the people gave him a magnificent burial, and erected a mound over his tomb which can be seen to this day.
Rusalka the Tree Spirit
In the folk legends of pre-Christian Poland, Slavic water spirits called Rusalka were thought to inhabit the forests and lakes of western Poland. They were thought to be the spirits of murdered girls which become succubi or siren-like - at certain times of the year Rusalkas that miss being in the human world come out of the water and sit in the branches of willow and birch trees wishing to share the company of men, asking them for bread, salt, onions, and even sexual favours! Men who were seduced by her died in her arms, the spirit draining them of their life force completely. Some are reported to be spirits of brides who dies on their wedding nights, others young women who died unnatural, violent deaths and wish to take their revenge on the world in general.
Sample Post
Feliks sighed happily, staring out of his window as the bright sunshine beamed down through it. His hips were absent mindedly swaying as he kneeled on the chair by the sill, making the tartan skirt he was wearing flap from side to side, the breeze on his skin from the material making him smile even more.
“It’s a totally beautiful day today!” he said to himself, a little shine to his eyes as he continued. His thin shirt clung to his frame and his various accessories in his wrists – many different colourful bangles and random pieces – jangled quietly in rhythm to the rest of his movements. It was about then that he noticed his long, striped socks that went up to his slender thighs, started to roll down over the knee thanks to the sway.
“Agh, what a drag.” He tutted, bending over further to pull them back up which caused his skirt to hitch up considerably. It was precisely at this moment that the person that he was waiting for walked into his room, the entrance coming with a surprised almost-shriek. Surprised himself, Feliks righted himself and turned quickly, smiling sweetly when he faced him.
“Liet, you’re finally here. Isn’t it a beautiful day?” he asked, but before the darkly-blushing Toris could even think of responding, Poland continued.
“I called you over because it’s such a wonderful day; I thought you’d, like, totally wanna hang out with me today. Since you’re here, I’m sure you’ll wanna stay, right?” he breathlessly asked again, running a hand through the side of his hair. Lithuania began to reply, albeit with a heavy stammer, but again Feliks cut him off without hearing the response.
“Awesome, I knew you would. Let’s go out and have a pony ride~” he grinned, grabbing Liet by the wrist tightly and leading him out of his door without missing a beat, heading out with his just-arrived friend.
‘I’ve got a good feeling… today will be the best day ever.’ Feliks thought, looking happily at his good friend out of the corner of his eye. Even if Toris hated when he was like this, he would always love him, as they were friends forever. Nothing would ever change that.
Other Important Notes
Has a total bromance with Liet.
Fearless. Or possibly too dumb to register deadly dangers. Either are entirely possible.
Character name: Feliks Łukasiewicz
Nation: Poland
Age: 19
Gender: Male [not that you’d notice half the time…]
Appearance
Height: 5”10
Hair/eyes: Light blonde, shoulder length hair/Green Eyes.
Notable Features: Usually, there’s nothing remarkable about Feliks in general, looking plain in his green army uniform and brown boots. When he’s wearing them. However, when he isn’t, a lot of the time he can be found wearing girl’s clothes. Not girlie clothes – literal girl clothing. As a hobbyist cross-dresser, Feliks has an assortment of skirts, blouses and other random pieces of clothing he finds highly enjoyable to wear, though his favourite pieces are a tartan knee length skirt and black top. What’s underneath said items has never been discussed, and nobody is brave to look for themselves. It shall remain one of the great mysteries.
Personality: Feliks’ use of the English language could only be described as unique. Speaking like what is commonly known as a ‘valley girl’, he ‘totally’ loves to, ‘like’, add un-needed words into the middle of a sentence. It may make him appear to be a weak, foolish country, but looks are very deceiving indeed, as Poland is a very stubborn and strong country. Around strangers, a crippling shyness overcomes him and he tends to clam up in anxiety. However, Once he becomes close to a person, he turns into a clingy, troublesome but ultimately loyal friend. He is optimistic and cheerful to a fault but is rather selfish. He also holds very strong opinions and will force them upon anyone he crosses paths with if so pushed. Due to his short-sighted and impulsive nature, a lot of the countries that are familiar with him use his weaknesses against him almost routinely.
Mythology
The Obra Monster
The River Obra, a small offshoot of the River Warta, in the west of Poland, is said to be the home of a giant water-based monster; a giant snake-like creature. Reports state that ducks, swans and even small dogs have been attacked and dragged underwater by some powerful unseen predator in either of the aforementioned rivers or their connecting lakes, mostly never to be seen again. Whether this is a giant fish or something more mysterious is uncertain as many hypothesise that it is in fact a giant, angry catfish, but neither claim has been proven as yet.
The Dragon of Krakow
Near the River Vistula was a place known as Wawel Hill, which in itself held a place known as ‘Smocza Jama’, the Dragon’s Cave. It was a deep cave that was rumoured to hold a fearsome dragon by the local villagers. One day a group of youths from the village, who didn’t believe the tale, explored the cave, finding the dragon sleeping. Accidentally disturbing it, the dragon became angry and it began a terrible rampage. Every day the dragon appeared in the village and carried off a sheep or preferably young virgins. The populace made many attempts to kill the dragon but nothing succeeded and many of those that attempted were killed. In the tormented village lived a wise man [or a shoemaker or a shoe makers apprentice, depending on who you believe] named Krakus [again, or Krac]. He smeared a sulphur paste over a herd of sheep and tricked the dragon into eating them, poisoning it with a terrible thirst, causing it to drink too much and explode. Krakus was subsequently made ruler of the village, which eventually grew into the city Krakow, named in the hero’s honour. When he died, the people gave him a magnificent burial, and erected a mound over his tomb which can be seen to this day.
Rusalka the Tree Spirit
In the folk legends of pre-Christian Poland, Slavic water spirits called Rusalka were thought to inhabit the forests and lakes of western Poland. They were thought to be the spirits of murdered girls which become succubi or siren-like - at certain times of the year Rusalkas that miss being in the human world come out of the water and sit in the branches of willow and birch trees wishing to share the company of men, asking them for bread, salt, onions, and even sexual favours! Men who were seduced by her died in her arms, the spirit draining them of their life force completely. Some are reported to be spirits of brides who dies on their wedding nights, others young women who died unnatural, violent deaths and wish to take their revenge on the world in general.
Sample Post
Feliks sighed happily, staring out of his window as the bright sunshine beamed down through it. His hips were absent mindedly swaying as he kneeled on the chair by the sill, making the tartan skirt he was wearing flap from side to side, the breeze on his skin from the material making him smile even more.
“It’s a totally beautiful day today!” he said to himself, a little shine to his eyes as he continued. His thin shirt clung to his frame and his various accessories in his wrists – many different colourful bangles and random pieces – jangled quietly in rhythm to the rest of his movements. It was about then that he noticed his long, striped socks that went up to his slender thighs, started to roll down over the knee thanks to the sway.
“Agh, what a drag.” He tutted, bending over further to pull them back up which caused his skirt to hitch up considerably. It was precisely at this moment that the person that he was waiting for walked into his room, the entrance coming with a surprised almost-shriek. Surprised himself, Feliks righted himself and turned quickly, smiling sweetly when he faced him.
“Liet, you’re finally here. Isn’t it a beautiful day?” he asked, but before the darkly-blushing Toris could even think of responding, Poland continued.
“I called you over because it’s such a wonderful day; I thought you’d, like, totally wanna hang out with me today. Since you’re here, I’m sure you’ll wanna stay, right?” he breathlessly asked again, running a hand through the side of his hair. Lithuania began to reply, albeit with a heavy stammer, but again Feliks cut him off without hearing the response.
“Awesome, I knew you would. Let’s go out and have a pony ride~” he grinned, grabbing Liet by the wrist tightly and leading him out of his door without missing a beat, heading out with his just-arrived friend.
‘I’ve got a good feeling… today will be the best day ever.’ Feliks thought, looking happily at his good friend out of the corner of his eye. Even if Toris hated when he was like this, he would always love him, as they were friends forever. Nothing would ever change that.
Other Important Notes
Has a total bromance with Liet.
Fearless. Or possibly too dumb to register deadly dangers. Either are entirely possible.