Post by Wang Yao on Aug 8, 2010 14:04:02 GMT -5
A WILD OC HAS APPEARED!
Character Information:
Character name: Rodrigo Silva
Nation: Brazil
Age: 19 years
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 175 cm
Hair/eyes: (very) dark brown/dark brown
Notable features: To describe his looks isn’t an easy task. He turns out to have strong features, but not defined by one word. His skin is neither dark nor white, but a tone that resembles the “olive skin” from the Mediterranean. His hair is of a very dark brown and, following his family (Portugal and Spain), much undulated and little “well-behaved”. His eyes are also dark brown.
Personality:
Brazil is a young, cheerful, easygoing and charismatic man. He’s often with a smile on his face and gets along with everyone fairly well and fast – even with the most complicated people out there. He might have a tendency to get too close to people, which causes embarrassment to some (maybe most), but everyone ends up getting more or less used to it with time.
Son of the pioneer of the seas and navigation Portugal and the mysterious Indian Ci – possible representative of the Tupi people – Brazil is probably a rare case of nation that has both mother and father, being an interesting mix of both worlds, later acquiring characteristics of various African peoples, thus forming his basic origins – with his culture and personality being initially shaped from these three. As his mother, he is generally kind and has a strong connection with the nature that surrounds him. As his father, he’s a dreamer, a natural curious and explorer, and ambitious. His African origins complemented his way of seeing the world, his musicality, his beliefs and habits. His physical appearance, of course, has traits of all of them as well.
Likes:
Football (favorite team: Flamengo), parties, to drink (his favorite beverage is stronger than vodka /trivia), music, women, jokes, pranks, coffee…
Dislikes:
Argentina (lies), work, laws, people trying to boss him…
He has serious problems with formalities. And with schedules.
Mythology:
Like everything else, is the result of the mix of various cultures. Some of the creatures are listed below (from Wiki):
Alemoa - the ghost of a blond (german-like) woman that is somehow connected to the island of Fernando de Noronha.
Anhangá — the Indian devil.
Besta-fera — a centaur-like creature, thought to be the Devil.
Bernunça — strange beast of the folk tales of the state of Santa Catarina (state).
Boitatá — a headless giant snake with bull horns and enormous fiery eyes that crawls over the open fields at night. Sometimes described as a giant fire snake. Looking at its eyes blinds people.
Boiúna ("Black snake") — a gigantic, nocturnal serpent that is the personification of the Amazonian rivers and feared by many fishers who live in that area.
Boto — an enchanted dolphin (Inia geoffrensis) that shapeshifts into a handsome man to seduce young women (Amazon).
Bumba-meu-Boi — an ox that is part of strange folk tale celebrated with dance and music by the peoples of the Brazilian north (states of Maranhão and Amazonas, where it is known as Boi-Bumbá).
Caipora — jungle spirits that lived in trees but came out at night to haunt those who were astray.
Ci — Tupian primeval goddess (the name means simply "mother").
Corpo-Seco ("Dry Corpse") — a man so evil that the earth would not rot its flesh and the devil would return his soul. Condemned to wander fruitlessly the earth until the judgment day.
Cuca — menacing, supernatural, old hag that does evil things to small children who do not go to bed early.
Curupira — a (male) jungle genie that protects the animals and the trees of the forests. It has red hair and backwards feet to confuse hunters. Hates hunters and lumberjacks.
Cobra-Encantada (Enchanted snake) — a beautiful woman shapeshifted into a hideous snake to guard an immense treasure. One who breaks the spell will have the gold and marry the maiden.
Encantado — someone who is magically trapped into another dimension, living an eternal, but unfruitful life (usually a punishment for pursuing riches at any cost or doing some wrong).
Exu — a demonic, trickster or simply mischievous (depending on the tradition) supernatural being of African origin that is worshipped by the Quimbanda, banished by Umbanda, exorcised byCatholics or ignored by Kardecists.
Mula sem cabeça (Headless Mule) — the shape taken by the woman accursed for having sex with a priest (South-East, North-East, Centre, South).
Iara — a type of freshwater mermaid (Centre, South-East, North).
Iemanjá — the Afro-Brazilian sea goddess.
Jurupari — another Amazonian jungle devil.
Lady in White — the most widespread type of ghost seen in Brazil. Urban legend.
Lobisomem — the Brazilian version of the Werewolf.
Mother of the Gold — a powerful and lethal being that protects gold ores. Nobody has survived seeing it, so no description exists. It is usually seen from afar as a globe of fire that flies from mountain to mountain (South-East).
Mapinguari — a large, bipedal, furry animal that wanders the Amazon jungle. Considered the Brazilian version of the Yeti or the last memory of the now extinct giant sloths passed through generations by the Indians.
Matinta-Pereira — a malevolent hag with supernatural powers whose legend is very well-known in the state of Pará.
Muiraquitã — a greenish amulet of suprenatural qualities.
Negrinho do Pastoreio — a slave boy that died an awful death (similar to Candyman's) for not keeping his owner's horses. He helps people who are looking for lost things.
Pisadeira — An old hag that wears sneakers and stomps over people's stomachs at night making them breathless. Usually appears when people go to bed on a full stomach.
Saci Pererê — a mischievous single-legged black elf-like creature who is blamed as the culprit of anything that goes wrong at a farm (Centre, South-East) and is the mascot of Sport Club Internacional (South). The Saci is known as a trickster and usually appears in farms inside wind swirls. If someone steals its red cap he'll exchange it for a favour.
Cabeça Satânica — The wandering head is a widespread brazilian ghost story of european origin. Appears to people that wander alone in the night as a stranger with its back turned to the victim. Its body melts to the ground and only the head with long hair, wide eyes and a large mischievous smile remains, hopping or rolling towards the victim.
There are other creatures and places full of mysteries, plus some other legends… they might appear in the rp as the story goes.
Sample Post:
Rodrigo tried with no success to overhear the talk coming from the locked room. The somewhat heated speeches were muffled by the door, not enough to make him unable to recognize each voice from the others, but enough to make the words unintelligible. Their way of speaking made the boy feel even more lost.
Rodrigo usually liked the manners of speech Portugal had, especially when he recited a poem, told a story or sang a song from his homeland. His smooth voice, reinforcing the consonants and letting the vowels fade with light and quick syllables, immediately took Rodrigo across the Atlantic, sailing as smoothly with the waves, with the voice, with the words. Then, he would find himself in the streets of Lisbon, or by the Tejo, in the castles, in the towers, looking at the ocean from above the ridges and far beyond that country.
When Portugal got angry, however, the calm wave-like voice would turn into a storm, with unstable and huge waves of words, so fast that at some point he couldn’t know anymore what was going on around him, lost in the fast speech and in the words he didn’t understand.
It was a bit –just a bit, he assured himself – scary.
(When the storm ceased, he would approach the Portuguese – neither apologizing nor defying – asking for a story or a song the other knew, so he could dream a bit more about the distant and unachievable. He patrolled and insisted until Portugal would give up and accept peace. The opposite also happened sometimes, when Portugal felt he had exceeded, and he would approach the child oddly in a rather similar way as the latter did. It didn’t matter who had the initiative, their peace was always settled in the same manner: stories and guitar chords.)
There was certainly a storm going on inside that room.
Since he couldn’t hear what they were saying, Rodrigo gave up, frowning at the door and then starting to walk from one side to another in the house, arms crossed behind his head, his thoughts far away. Even if Portugal and his men kept silent, it wasn’t like he couldn’t see things and talk to other people, after the information he wanted. By now, it was easy to tell that whatever the problem was, it was related to the forest. Portugal would leave with a group to explore the region for days and then come back with a tired and frustrated expression. The slaves were commenting too… the ones that accompanied the group mentioned that they would stop at some spot, then the boss – Portugal – would go ahead alone, disappear for some hours and finally come back saying “no success yet, no success”.
“No success, eh…? So he’s searching for something in the fores—ah!” The door finally opened, the group leaving slowly, talking about subjects that were of no interest for Rodrigo, who went directly into Portugal’s direction, without giving the other time to say anything.
“What’s going on, Portugal? Why don’t you tell me what you were all talking about? Come on! Stop hiding things from me!”
With an air of authority, Portugal looked with a serious expression at the boy, not seeming to be interested to share his thoughts. “I’ve already told you, this not of your concern. You already have your duties, don’t mind about mine.”
“But--!”
“No.” Portugal easily cut off the protest. “It’s my job. I have mine, you have yours – and I know you haven’t finished everything you’re supposed to do, am I correct?”
“You’re not answering my question!” Rodrigo protested irritated. “It’s important for me too!”
“I assure you it is not.” He started to walk, ignoring the attempts of the boy to try to stop him. “I’m tired, so I’m going to rest for a while.” He stopped by the doorstep of his room, making Rodrigo, who followed him like a shadow, to bump into him with the sudden halt. “We’ll have dinner together later.” The door was closed with no ceremony.
Rodrigo’s anger and frustration were almost comical in his childish features. He muttered some curse words at the door – Portugal didn’t like when he said those kinds of words –, pouting and leaving the house with heavy stomps. He sat on a wooden bench outside, looking at the sea of green that grew not too far from where he was. The boy loved the view he had from the house and loved to go and explore the forest as much as to look at it. Portugal preferred the view over the exploration, always, but lately the older nation went into missions all the time. There was something going on. There was something the other was looking for.
The Brazilian grinned roguishly.
Didn’t Portugal know that the more he hid things and said no, the more Rodrigo wanted to go and find out the mystery behind that all?
Later, the two had dinner by the sunset. Rodrigo talked a lot as always, but carefully avoided the “secret mission” of Portugal, while the other listened with interest the antics and stories of the young colony, satisfied that he had stopped to try to find out what wasn’t for him to know.
He wasn’t aware of how huge the boy’s curiosity was yet, hardly with any limits at all.
When both went to sleep, Rodrigo waited for the entire house to go quiet, anxiously. Once he was sure that no one else was awake, he quickly changed his clothes and made his leave through the window (because that was way more exciting than leaving normally). Then he went as fast as he could towards the forest.
He had made up his mind. He was going to find out what was going on. Portugal hid the true nature of the problem, but Rodrigo had an important advantage – he knew the forest way better than the other. And the unique sounds, coming from among the trees as he got closer to it, made him confident he would find a certain person that would know the many secrets of the forest.
He would figure out the details later.
Other important notes:
He was a cannibal.
Character Information:
Character name: Rodrigo Silva
Nation: Brazil
Age: 19 years
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 175 cm
Hair/eyes: (very) dark brown/dark brown
Notable features: To describe his looks isn’t an easy task. He turns out to have strong features, but not defined by one word. His skin is neither dark nor white, but a tone that resembles the “olive skin” from the Mediterranean. His hair is of a very dark brown and, following his family (Portugal and Spain), much undulated and little “well-behaved”. His eyes are also dark brown.
Personality:
Brazil is a young, cheerful, easygoing and charismatic man. He’s often with a smile on his face and gets along with everyone fairly well and fast – even with the most complicated people out there. He might have a tendency to get too close to people, which causes embarrassment to some (maybe most), but everyone ends up getting more or less used to it with time.
Son of the pioneer of the seas and navigation Portugal and the mysterious Indian Ci – possible representative of the Tupi people – Brazil is probably a rare case of nation that has both mother and father, being an interesting mix of both worlds, later acquiring characteristics of various African peoples, thus forming his basic origins – with his culture and personality being initially shaped from these three. As his mother, he is generally kind and has a strong connection with the nature that surrounds him. As his father, he’s a dreamer, a natural curious and explorer, and ambitious. His African origins complemented his way of seeing the world, his musicality, his beliefs and habits. His physical appearance, of course, has traits of all of them as well.
Likes:
Football (favorite team: Flamengo), parties, to drink (his favorite beverage is stronger than vodka /trivia), music, women, jokes, pranks, coffee…
Dislikes:
Argentina (lies), work, laws, people trying to boss him…
He has serious problems with formalities. And with schedules.
Mythology:
Like everything else, is the result of the mix of various cultures. Some of the creatures are listed below (from Wiki):
Alemoa - the ghost of a blond (german-like) woman that is somehow connected to the island of Fernando de Noronha.
Anhangá — the Indian devil.
Besta-fera — a centaur-like creature, thought to be the Devil.
Bernunça — strange beast of the folk tales of the state of Santa Catarina (state).
Boitatá — a headless giant snake with bull horns and enormous fiery eyes that crawls over the open fields at night. Sometimes described as a giant fire snake. Looking at its eyes blinds people.
Boiúna ("Black snake") — a gigantic, nocturnal serpent that is the personification of the Amazonian rivers and feared by many fishers who live in that area.
Boto — an enchanted dolphin (Inia geoffrensis) that shapeshifts into a handsome man to seduce young women (Amazon).
Bumba-meu-Boi — an ox that is part of strange folk tale celebrated with dance and music by the peoples of the Brazilian north (states of Maranhão and Amazonas, where it is known as Boi-Bumbá).
Caipora — jungle spirits that lived in trees but came out at night to haunt those who were astray.
Ci — Tupian primeval goddess (the name means simply "mother").
Corpo-Seco ("Dry Corpse") — a man so evil that the earth would not rot its flesh and the devil would return his soul. Condemned to wander fruitlessly the earth until the judgment day.
Cuca — menacing, supernatural, old hag that does evil things to small children who do not go to bed early.
Curupira — a (male) jungle genie that protects the animals and the trees of the forests. It has red hair and backwards feet to confuse hunters. Hates hunters and lumberjacks.
Cobra-Encantada (Enchanted snake) — a beautiful woman shapeshifted into a hideous snake to guard an immense treasure. One who breaks the spell will have the gold and marry the maiden.
Encantado — someone who is magically trapped into another dimension, living an eternal, but unfruitful life (usually a punishment for pursuing riches at any cost or doing some wrong).
Exu — a demonic, trickster or simply mischievous (depending on the tradition) supernatural being of African origin that is worshipped by the Quimbanda, banished by Umbanda, exorcised byCatholics or ignored by Kardecists.
Mula sem cabeça (Headless Mule) — the shape taken by the woman accursed for having sex with a priest (South-East, North-East, Centre, South).
Iara — a type of freshwater mermaid (Centre, South-East, North).
Iemanjá — the Afro-Brazilian sea goddess.
Jurupari — another Amazonian jungle devil.
Lady in White — the most widespread type of ghost seen in Brazil. Urban legend.
Lobisomem — the Brazilian version of the Werewolf.
Mother of the Gold — a powerful and lethal being that protects gold ores. Nobody has survived seeing it, so no description exists. It is usually seen from afar as a globe of fire that flies from mountain to mountain (South-East).
Mapinguari — a large, bipedal, furry animal that wanders the Amazon jungle. Considered the Brazilian version of the Yeti or the last memory of the now extinct giant sloths passed through generations by the Indians.
Matinta-Pereira — a malevolent hag with supernatural powers whose legend is very well-known in the state of Pará.
Muiraquitã — a greenish amulet of suprenatural qualities.
Negrinho do Pastoreio — a slave boy that died an awful death (similar to Candyman's) for not keeping his owner's horses. He helps people who are looking for lost things.
Pisadeira — An old hag that wears sneakers and stomps over people's stomachs at night making them breathless. Usually appears when people go to bed on a full stomach.
Saci Pererê — a mischievous single-legged black elf-like creature who is blamed as the culprit of anything that goes wrong at a farm (Centre, South-East) and is the mascot of Sport Club Internacional (South). The Saci is known as a trickster and usually appears in farms inside wind swirls. If someone steals its red cap he'll exchange it for a favour.
Cabeça Satânica — The wandering head is a widespread brazilian ghost story of european origin. Appears to people that wander alone in the night as a stranger with its back turned to the victim. Its body melts to the ground and only the head with long hair, wide eyes and a large mischievous smile remains, hopping or rolling towards the victim.
There are other creatures and places full of mysteries, plus some other legends… they might appear in the rp as the story goes.
Sample Post:
Rodrigo tried with no success to overhear the talk coming from the locked room. The somewhat heated speeches were muffled by the door, not enough to make him unable to recognize each voice from the others, but enough to make the words unintelligible. Their way of speaking made the boy feel even more lost.
Rodrigo usually liked the manners of speech Portugal had, especially when he recited a poem, told a story or sang a song from his homeland. His smooth voice, reinforcing the consonants and letting the vowels fade with light and quick syllables, immediately took Rodrigo across the Atlantic, sailing as smoothly with the waves, with the voice, with the words. Then, he would find himself in the streets of Lisbon, or by the Tejo, in the castles, in the towers, looking at the ocean from above the ridges and far beyond that country.
When Portugal got angry, however, the calm wave-like voice would turn into a storm, with unstable and huge waves of words, so fast that at some point he couldn’t know anymore what was going on around him, lost in the fast speech and in the words he didn’t understand.
It was a bit –just a bit, he assured himself – scary.
(When the storm ceased, he would approach the Portuguese – neither apologizing nor defying – asking for a story or a song the other knew, so he could dream a bit more about the distant and unachievable. He patrolled and insisted until Portugal would give up and accept peace. The opposite also happened sometimes, when Portugal felt he had exceeded, and he would approach the child oddly in a rather similar way as the latter did. It didn’t matter who had the initiative, their peace was always settled in the same manner: stories and guitar chords.)
There was certainly a storm going on inside that room.
Since he couldn’t hear what they were saying, Rodrigo gave up, frowning at the door and then starting to walk from one side to another in the house, arms crossed behind his head, his thoughts far away. Even if Portugal and his men kept silent, it wasn’t like he couldn’t see things and talk to other people, after the information he wanted. By now, it was easy to tell that whatever the problem was, it was related to the forest. Portugal would leave with a group to explore the region for days and then come back with a tired and frustrated expression. The slaves were commenting too… the ones that accompanied the group mentioned that they would stop at some spot, then the boss – Portugal – would go ahead alone, disappear for some hours and finally come back saying “no success yet, no success”.
“No success, eh…? So he’s searching for something in the fores—ah!” The door finally opened, the group leaving slowly, talking about subjects that were of no interest for Rodrigo, who went directly into Portugal’s direction, without giving the other time to say anything.
“What’s going on, Portugal? Why don’t you tell me what you were all talking about? Come on! Stop hiding things from me!”
With an air of authority, Portugal looked with a serious expression at the boy, not seeming to be interested to share his thoughts. “I’ve already told you, this not of your concern. You already have your duties, don’t mind about mine.”
“But--!”
“No.” Portugal easily cut off the protest. “It’s my job. I have mine, you have yours – and I know you haven’t finished everything you’re supposed to do, am I correct?”
“You’re not answering my question!” Rodrigo protested irritated. “It’s important for me too!”
“I assure you it is not.” He started to walk, ignoring the attempts of the boy to try to stop him. “I’m tired, so I’m going to rest for a while.” He stopped by the doorstep of his room, making Rodrigo, who followed him like a shadow, to bump into him with the sudden halt. “We’ll have dinner together later.” The door was closed with no ceremony.
Rodrigo’s anger and frustration were almost comical in his childish features. He muttered some curse words at the door – Portugal didn’t like when he said those kinds of words –, pouting and leaving the house with heavy stomps. He sat on a wooden bench outside, looking at the sea of green that grew not too far from where he was. The boy loved the view he had from the house and loved to go and explore the forest as much as to look at it. Portugal preferred the view over the exploration, always, but lately the older nation went into missions all the time. There was something going on. There was something the other was looking for.
The Brazilian grinned roguishly.
Didn’t Portugal know that the more he hid things and said no, the more Rodrigo wanted to go and find out the mystery behind that all?
Later, the two had dinner by the sunset. Rodrigo talked a lot as always, but carefully avoided the “secret mission” of Portugal, while the other listened with interest the antics and stories of the young colony, satisfied that he had stopped to try to find out what wasn’t for him to know.
He wasn’t aware of how huge the boy’s curiosity was yet, hardly with any limits at all.
When both went to sleep, Rodrigo waited for the entire house to go quiet, anxiously. Once he was sure that no one else was awake, he quickly changed his clothes and made his leave through the window (because that was way more exciting than leaving normally). Then he went as fast as he could towards the forest.
He had made up his mind. He was going to find out what was going on. Portugal hid the true nature of the problem, but Rodrigo had an important advantage – he knew the forest way better than the other. And the unique sounds, coming from among the trees as he got closer to it, made him confident he would find a certain person that would know the many secrets of the forest.
He would figure out the details later.
Other important notes:
He was a cannibal.