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littleladyluckP L A Y E R;
NAME: Sparkz
AGE: 20
PLAYER JOURNAL: littleladyluck
TIMEZONE: GMT -5
CONTACT: My plurk is![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A. No one else here, at least.
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Monaco. (She has no canon human name, but the one that I chose for her is Genevieve Blanchard. It's used for blending in or to put others at ease. Better to spring “I'm Genevieve Blanchard, representative of The Principality of Monaco” on someone than “I'm a country, bonjour!”) She'll answer to any language's equivalent of her name. Don't call her "Gen" unless you're exceptionally close.
CANON: Hetalia.
POINT IN CANON: Modern day.
AGE: Physically, she says 18. Actually... somewhere around 2800, roughly?
APPEARANCE: This Kitawiki page has information on her appearance and personality, and two of the only color full-body pictures of her. She is short, about 4'10”, with bright blond hair down to her hips. She's 1/3 hair, 1/3 legs, and 1/3 everything else, and she'll be the first to joke about that. Genevieve has blue eyes, and mostly wears her glasses for show.
She prides herself on remaining well-dressed in sometimes anachronistic ways, nearly always in dresses, and she's almost never seen without at least one ribbon or frill somewhere on her person. Genevieve does her best to maintain an effortlessly flawless image. She puts so much effort into appearing effortless. So much.
Her arms have grown a bit more slender over the years. Her hands are still a bit (embarrassingly, in her opinion) rough and calloused, though her fingers are still thin and long. Her legs are strong and toned from years of dancing and battle. You will never see her feet if she has her way. Too much damage. She looks a smidge younger than she likes to consider herself, physically, and it tends to make people slightly uncomfortable. “Why is this teenager talking to me a little like my uncle would?”
Her scars, though. Don't get her started on her scars. Don't. She won't talk about them or dare to show anyone unless they're closer than close.
CANON HISTORY: Here are some of the basics of Monaco's history because Genevieve's history is Monaco's history. I'm going to add a few more little details that may not be there.
Her home was mentioned in stories about Hercules, and her name was taken from his surname, Monoikos. Since she had a perfect lookout point over the sea (which is where Liguria found her), she's been a useful port and helpful ally throughout history, often going out to fight for France when she could. Monaco jokes that she was born with two instincts: to braid, and to kill. Since she spent a great deal of time running errands for/fighting for/working under other nations, Monaco was a people person from the start.
After centuries upon centuries of bloodshed and fighting on land and sea, she started gambling and opening casinos and changing her image from a place primarily for trade and battle to one of luxury and indulgence.
A few more somewhat small details:
She adored Grace Kelly, and, though it was a bit confusing to the very much grown Miss Kelly, Monaco treated her as if she was one of her own. She hasn't longed for children much, but tending to her royal family and hearing a few of France's former colonies call her “auntie” keeps her very happy.
Her orchestra is larger than her armed forces, due to France protecting her.
CANON PERSONALITY: Monaco jokes about a lot of things. Sometimes, they're not so much jokes as trying to make light of the things that eat her up inside and keep her up at night, like not having a true family or parents as mortals do, or the possibility of dying alone, starving and penniless.
Genevieve is always up for a gamble. Always. Monaco has laws that prohibit citizens of Monaco to go in the casinos scattered about the country. Genevieve has been rallying to at least let her get inside, arguing that, as the nation of Monaco itself, she is technically not a citizen! They haven't relented. She believes it's not fair, and they are missing out on one of the best chances they've ever had.
A few of her citizens joke that if you say “I bet,” she'll be there within five minutes with her wallet and a grin. (“No, no, that's an exaggeration,” she says about it. “I'm not always there that quickly. Also, sometimes I bet with dates or food, it's not always about the money! It's about the game!”) She almost always has cards on her to mess about with. She often asks people to play with her. Solitaire, beggar my neighbor, go fish, poker, whatever they're comfortable with. Play with her or against her; either way she is determined to win.
She also uses them to ease her nerves. Playing solitaire by herself, making card houses or organizing them by color, often shuffling and making a great deal of noise, things of that nature. Keeping her hands busy and her fingers nimble puts her mind at ease.
Though recently she's a ballet dancer more often than a captain or a swordfighter, she fits the role: first glance, she is delicate, graceful, and pretty. Upon closer observation, she is an athlete, suffering pain and pressure and the burn of attention, breaking bones and pulling muscles, and doing all of it with a smile that says “this is nothing. I am fine. I am perfect.”
Her image as a person has changed along with a shift in the nation's priorities, and she tries to keep a smiling face and a calm laugh over whatever brews inside of her. (Long story short: a terrible case of nerves. She tries to stay optimistic, but when she's left alone with her thoughts, her worries for her own nation and the fates of the people around her come to the forefront. It's not a pretty picture, and she tries to surround herself with pretty pictures. This one is not pretty and it is private and no one will see it ever.) If she isn't beautiful, accommodating, and relaxing, then her country will crumble. She, no matter what the cost, will appear perfect at all times, even if it's detrimental to her health. As long as no one sees her weakness, she'll be fine.
She will never let herself go to pieces in front of others. Either it stays inside her head or she excuses herself somewhere private when her emotions get the best of her. Less than twelve people, nation or mortal, have seen her at her worst in the past. Nearly 3000 years, and only that many people have seen her in that state.
Genevieve does her best to maintain positive relations with those she's been allied with and worked for as well as those who she hasn't historically interacted with. Her nearest and dearest, those who she would consider family through and through, are France, Seborga, Veneziano and Romano.
France, France, France. Her big brother. She's one of the only two who calls him that without a trace of irony or mockery. She looks up to him and takes pride in her eyes and hair matching his. He's made many mistakes, and she'll admit that. His strong will is what she admires, as well as his capacity to love. Genevieve hopes to be as open and loved as he is. Although handing over about 99% of her land to him to gain her independence was one of the most painful periods of her life (actually feeling the sensation of being torn apart), she does maintain good relations with him and figures “if I had to hand over my land, my legacy, and give up my former life to anyone, I would have chosen him anyway. I am at least glad to be free.”
Her relationship with Seborga goes back to ancient times, and if you want a look at Monaco in the past, take a look at Seborga. Though she finds him a bit overzealous, she does care for him and enjoy spending time with him.
The Italy brothers were her former bosses before they were physically teenagers, and though she went through a rather uncomfortable transition from child to adult in an unnatural speed as she fought for her freedom, she still stays on their good side and finds them to be much more easy to get along with when she's not their servant or soldier.
Genevieve has also attempted to have at least a relaxed friendship with all female (and possibly nonbinary) countries. She figures that nation-tans that don't identify as male are few and far between, and they should stick together and be proud.
Despite being a part of several other empires and nations in the past to the point where Ligurian is a dying language, she is Monégasque first and foremost.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: As a nation, she doesn't die unless her country crumbles, and has incredibly quick healing times, but I presume that will need to be taken down several dozen pegs, yes? She's also skilled with boats of all sizes, from rowboats to yachts, and is connected to the sea as much as she is to her people. (She can also dance ballet, sing opera, play on a few instruments, but. Come on, when will that be plot relevant?)
INVENTORY; A rather large floral fabric purse, containing the following:
A smartphone, with the menu items in a language unknown to mortals. The nations understand it perfectly fine, though.
A phone charger.
A pack of cards.
A set of keys.
A purple self-defense keyring shaped like a cat (the ears are good for attacking eyes and throats, and it's cute as cute can be), attached to a pepper spray keyring.
Three spare ribbons: black, white, and red.
A notebook full of ideas and phone numbers to assist her with planning the annual Rose Ball, and a pen.
Two pairs of pointe shoes and various ribbons, bits of elastic, tape, and a small container of shellac. (She tends to stretch a bit and slip them on when she's determined to make eye contact with someone taller than she is. It gives her a few more inches, but she's still short.)
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? I also moderate a group on tumblr, and I'm about to go through inactive members and start promoting the group on a larger scale. I roleplay several characters there. I've been a part of various roleplay groups for nearly three years on tumblr and through instant messaging platforms, but never Dreamwidth. I am completely new to Dreamwidth roleplaying and the customs and terms that go with it. I hope that you'll be patient with me! Thank you. (Also I am a monoglot mun with a polyglot muse. Whoops.)
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
Bonjour, I am Genevieve Blanchard, representative of the Principality of Monaco, and I am very, very lost. I am still completely confused about where I am, or when I am, or what I am after leaving my home. Whether it's my home country that I left or my home planet or entire universe still isn't apparent to me, and unless I learn something, anything, as soon as possible, I don't know what I'll do.
Veneziano can't repair yachts, Romano doesn't know the first thing about winning cards without marking decks, Seborga's been a micronation since before "micronation" was a proper term, and while Francis does a lot for me, I don't want the weight of another nation on his shoulders. Monaco is my country, my burden to bear, and I've been torn from it like France tore my land from me when I left!
I don't need what remains of my life to be any more difficult. All I need is to go home and get my life back in order before my citizens are in danger.
PROSE SAMPLE:
Genevieve was anticipating terror. World after world of, say, flaming skeleton soldiers or Lovecraftian horrors, a plague-ridden past or a future with robot overlords and the flaming wreckage of every nation she once loved. When she got here, she expected to be scared.
Instead? Genevieve is cold.
Sure, she has the thigh-high socks she loves so dearly, but this skirt is ridiculously short and this shirt is drafty. All blame for this would go to Japan's fetishes; he'd apologize with a bow and be about his merry way with no regrets.
She, however, is surrounded by people she doesn't know in a uniform that isn't hers!
While she feels absolutely adorable (very important to her, feeling adorable. Looking good is important to her, right after gambling, eating, dancing, and before roses), she is also distinctly uncomfortable, and the new student. It's a fine position, a bit gauche yet charming, but she would have much preferred drama club idol or student council president in these generic school sort of situations. One of slight power and perhaps a bit of contempt nestled among the adoration of other students. One of power rather than being powerless.
Genevieve does her best to hate very little, but this was not a good day for her. She hates not knowing, she hates not being able to control things, and she hates, hates, hates being cold.
Genevieve walks down the hallway, expecting the worst. If she expects the worst things possible, then she'll either be right or pleasantly surprised.
“Bonjour, I am Genevieve Blanchard, and I hope to get along with all of you,” she murmured to herself over and over again. First impressions are everything, and hers will be a good one or her name isn't Principatu de Múnegu.
Binders organized and color-coded, check. Pencil case with every writing utensil she may need and at least three extra colors of highlighter and gel pen, check. Feeling of impending doom, so many checks the paper's gone black.
At least she might be the rich kid in this universe. Please let her past reputation join her here, please please please.
NAME: Sparkz
AGE: 20
PLAYER JOURNAL: littleladyluck
TIMEZONE: GMT -5
CONTACT: My plurk is
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A. No one else here, at least.
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Monaco. (She has no canon human name, but the one that I chose for her is Genevieve Blanchard. It's used for blending in or to put others at ease. Better to spring “I'm Genevieve Blanchard, representative of The Principality of Monaco” on someone than “I'm a country, bonjour!”) She'll answer to any language's equivalent of her name. Don't call her "Gen" unless you're exceptionally close.
CANON: Hetalia.
POINT IN CANON: Modern day.
AGE: Physically, she says 18. Actually... somewhere around 2800, roughly?
APPEARANCE: This Kitawiki page has information on her appearance and personality, and two of the only color full-body pictures of her. She is short, about 4'10”, with bright blond hair down to her hips. She's 1/3 hair, 1/3 legs, and 1/3 everything else, and she'll be the first to joke about that. Genevieve has blue eyes, and mostly wears her glasses for show.
She prides herself on remaining well-dressed in sometimes anachronistic ways, nearly always in dresses, and she's almost never seen without at least one ribbon or frill somewhere on her person. Genevieve does her best to maintain an effortlessly flawless image. She puts so much effort into appearing effortless. So much.
Her arms have grown a bit more slender over the years. Her hands are still a bit (embarrassingly, in her opinion) rough and calloused, though her fingers are still thin and long. Her legs are strong and toned from years of dancing and battle. You will never see her feet if she has her way. Too much damage. She looks a smidge younger than she likes to consider herself, physically, and it tends to make people slightly uncomfortable. “Why is this teenager talking to me a little like my uncle would?”
Her scars, though. Don't get her started on her scars. Don't. She won't talk about them or dare to show anyone unless they're closer than close.
CANON HISTORY: Here are some of the basics of Monaco's history because Genevieve's history is Monaco's history. I'm going to add a few more little details that may not be there.
Her home was mentioned in stories about Hercules, and her name was taken from his surname, Monoikos. Since she had a perfect lookout point over the sea (which is where Liguria found her), she's been a useful port and helpful ally throughout history, often going out to fight for France when she could. Monaco jokes that she was born with two instincts: to braid, and to kill. Since she spent a great deal of time running errands for/fighting for/working under other nations, Monaco was a people person from the start.
After centuries upon centuries of bloodshed and fighting on land and sea, she started gambling and opening casinos and changing her image from a place primarily for trade and battle to one of luxury and indulgence.
A few more somewhat small details:
She adored Grace Kelly, and, though it was a bit confusing to the very much grown Miss Kelly, Monaco treated her as if she was one of her own. She hasn't longed for children much, but tending to her royal family and hearing a few of France's former colonies call her “auntie” keeps her very happy.
Her orchestra is larger than her armed forces, due to France protecting her.
CANON PERSONALITY: Monaco jokes about a lot of things. Sometimes, they're not so much jokes as trying to make light of the things that eat her up inside and keep her up at night, like not having a true family or parents as mortals do, or the possibility of dying alone, starving and penniless.
Genevieve is always up for a gamble. Always. Monaco has laws that prohibit citizens of Monaco to go in the casinos scattered about the country. Genevieve has been rallying to at least let her get inside, arguing that, as the nation of Monaco itself, she is technically not a citizen! They haven't relented. She believes it's not fair, and they are missing out on one of the best chances they've ever had.
A few of her citizens joke that if you say “I bet,” she'll be there within five minutes with her wallet and a grin. (“No, no, that's an exaggeration,” she says about it. “I'm not always there that quickly. Also, sometimes I bet with dates or food, it's not always about the money! It's about the game!”) She almost always has cards on her to mess about with. She often asks people to play with her. Solitaire, beggar my neighbor, go fish, poker, whatever they're comfortable with. Play with her or against her; either way she is determined to win.
She also uses them to ease her nerves. Playing solitaire by herself, making card houses or organizing them by color, often shuffling and making a great deal of noise, things of that nature. Keeping her hands busy and her fingers nimble puts her mind at ease.
Though recently she's a ballet dancer more often than a captain or a swordfighter, she fits the role: first glance, she is delicate, graceful, and pretty. Upon closer observation, she is an athlete, suffering pain and pressure and the burn of attention, breaking bones and pulling muscles, and doing all of it with a smile that says “this is nothing. I am fine. I am perfect.”
Her image as a person has changed along with a shift in the nation's priorities, and she tries to keep a smiling face and a calm laugh over whatever brews inside of her. (Long story short: a terrible case of nerves. She tries to stay optimistic, but when she's left alone with her thoughts, her worries for her own nation and the fates of the people around her come to the forefront. It's not a pretty picture, and she tries to surround herself with pretty pictures. This one is not pretty and it is private and no one will see it ever.) If she isn't beautiful, accommodating, and relaxing, then her country will crumble. She, no matter what the cost, will appear perfect at all times, even if it's detrimental to her health. As long as no one sees her weakness, she'll be fine.
She will never let herself go to pieces in front of others. Either it stays inside her head or she excuses herself somewhere private when her emotions get the best of her. Less than twelve people, nation or mortal, have seen her at her worst in the past. Nearly 3000 years, and only that many people have seen her in that state.
Genevieve does her best to maintain positive relations with those she's been allied with and worked for as well as those who she hasn't historically interacted with. Her nearest and dearest, those who she would consider family through and through, are France, Seborga, Veneziano and Romano.
France, France, France. Her big brother. She's one of the only two who calls him that without a trace of irony or mockery. She looks up to him and takes pride in her eyes and hair matching his. He's made many mistakes, and she'll admit that. His strong will is what she admires, as well as his capacity to love. Genevieve hopes to be as open and loved as he is. Although handing over about 99% of her land to him to gain her independence was one of the most painful periods of her life (actually feeling the sensation of being torn apart), she does maintain good relations with him and figures “if I had to hand over my land, my legacy, and give up my former life to anyone, I would have chosen him anyway. I am at least glad to be free.”
Her relationship with Seborga goes back to ancient times, and if you want a look at Monaco in the past, take a look at Seborga. Though she finds him a bit overzealous, she does care for him and enjoy spending time with him.
The Italy brothers were her former bosses before they were physically teenagers, and though she went through a rather uncomfortable transition from child to adult in an unnatural speed as she fought for her freedom, she still stays on their good side and finds them to be much more easy to get along with when she's not their servant or soldier.
Genevieve has also attempted to have at least a relaxed friendship with all female (and possibly nonbinary) countries. She figures that nation-tans that don't identify as male are few and far between, and they should stick together and be proud.
Despite being a part of several other empires and nations in the past to the point where Ligurian is a dying language, she is Monégasque first and foremost.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: As a nation, she doesn't die unless her country crumbles, and has incredibly quick healing times, but I presume that will need to be taken down several dozen pegs, yes? She's also skilled with boats of all sizes, from rowboats to yachts, and is connected to the sea as much as she is to her people. (She can also dance ballet, sing opera, play on a few instruments, but. Come on, when will that be plot relevant?)
INVENTORY; A rather large floral fabric purse, containing the following:
A smartphone, with the menu items in a language unknown to mortals. The nations understand it perfectly fine, though.
A phone charger.
A pack of cards.
A set of keys.
A purple self-defense keyring shaped like a cat (the ears are good for attacking eyes and throats, and it's cute as cute can be), attached to a pepper spray keyring.
Three spare ribbons: black, white, and red.
A notebook full of ideas and phone numbers to assist her with planning the annual Rose Ball, and a pen.
Two pairs of pointe shoes and various ribbons, bits of elastic, tape, and a small container of shellac. (She tends to stretch a bit and slip them on when she's determined to make eye contact with someone taller than she is. It gives her a few more inches, but she's still short.)
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? I also moderate a group on tumblr, and I'm about to go through inactive members and start promoting the group on a larger scale. I roleplay several characters there. I've been a part of various roleplay groups for nearly three years on tumblr and through instant messaging platforms, but never Dreamwidth. I am completely new to Dreamwidth roleplaying and the customs and terms that go with it. I hope that you'll be patient with me! Thank you. (Also I am a monoglot mun with a polyglot muse. Whoops.)
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE:
Bonjour, I am Genevieve Blanchard, representative of the Principality of Monaco, and I am very, very lost. I am still completely confused about where I am, or when I am, or what I am after leaving my home. Whether it's my home country that I left or my home planet or entire universe still isn't apparent to me, and unless I learn something, anything, as soon as possible, I don't know what I'll do.
Veneziano can't repair yachts, Romano doesn't know the first thing about winning cards without marking decks, Seborga's been a micronation since before "micronation" was a proper term, and while Francis does a lot for me, I don't want the weight of another nation on his shoulders. Monaco is my country, my burden to bear, and I've been torn from it like France tore my land from me when I left!
I don't need what remains of my life to be any more difficult. All I need is to go home and get my life back in order before my citizens are in danger.
PROSE SAMPLE:
Genevieve was anticipating terror. World after world of, say, flaming skeleton soldiers or Lovecraftian horrors, a plague-ridden past or a future with robot overlords and the flaming wreckage of every nation she once loved. When she got here, she expected to be scared.
Instead? Genevieve is cold.
Sure, she has the thigh-high socks she loves so dearly, but this skirt is ridiculously short and this shirt is drafty. All blame for this would go to Japan's fetishes; he'd apologize with a bow and be about his merry way with no regrets.
She, however, is surrounded by people she doesn't know in a uniform that isn't hers!
While she feels absolutely adorable (very important to her, feeling adorable. Looking good is important to her, right after gambling, eating, dancing, and before roses), she is also distinctly uncomfortable, and the new student. It's a fine position, a bit gauche yet charming, but she would have much preferred drama club idol or student council president in these generic school sort of situations. One of slight power and perhaps a bit of contempt nestled among the adoration of other students. One of power rather than being powerless.
Genevieve does her best to hate very little, but this was not a good day for her. She hates not knowing, she hates not being able to control things, and she hates, hates, hates being cold.
Genevieve walks down the hallway, expecting the worst. If she expects the worst things possible, then she'll either be right or pleasantly surprised.
“Bonjour, I am Genevieve Blanchard, and I hope to get along with all of you,” she murmured to herself over and over again. First impressions are everything, and hers will be a good one or her name isn't Principatu de Múnegu.
Binders organized and color-coded, check. Pencil case with every writing utensil she may need and at least three extra colors of highlighter and gel pen, check. Feeling of impending doom, so many checks the paper's gone black.
At least she might be the rich kid in this universe. Please let her past reputation join her here, please please please.
