Application for Utopia.

[pysankya]

PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Tao
Journal: fleur_de_lis
Contact information: [AIM] TaoSenpai [Plurk] TaoSenpai
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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Sevastian Braginski [Ukraine]
Age: actual age: 2000 [roughly] || appears: 21
Subject taught: Horticulture, the study to plants and various agricultural techniques.
Canon: Nyotalia
Canon point: 1920, during the revolutions and aftermath of world war one where Poland, Germany/Austria, and Russia were all fighting over Ukraine along with Ukraine having it's own rise of Anarchy and warefare within itself politically.

Personality:

Ukraine is best described as a sweetheart. Being one of the oldest nations and one of the very few male nations he is very loving and tends to mother other, younger nations. He does his best to try to remember as many of the other nations as possible and often feels terrible if he cannot remember their name if they remember his. Other than Canada he’s one of the most soft spoken and friendly nation prone to breaking into loud tears if she pressed into any kind of conflict.

But, that is not to be said that Ukraine cannot defend himself if need be. He has an extremely long fuse and it’s very rare that he would ever attack or threaten another person without first being provoked. If someone manages to make him reach his limit or attacks one of his family, friends, or himself, he will try to incapacitate the threat as quickly as possible.

Ukraine is known to a life of hard work. He’s an early riser and feels useless if he’s left with nothing constructive to do because of his country’s level of poverty. He’s never bitter about the amount of work he does and always has to do and will often make time or go out of his way to try to help others even at the cost of his own work. Often times he’ll refuse help, having a bit of a stubborn streak and not wanting to burden other people with his worries. This doesn’t help with his back pain because of often overworking himself at his older age compared to most Nations. He often has back problems but keeps it quiet because he refuses to let other nations perceive him as weak or vulnerable.

Ukraine has a deep love for his younger siblings, and even with the amount of abuse he takes from his younger sister, Russia, he holds no anger or bitterness toward her. Instead he blames herself for not forcing his younger sister to learn more compassion in her ways and continually reminds himself of it in her cruelty to other nations. Her younger brother, Belarus, he often wonders where his craziness came from and chalks it up to the insanity of the first world war. Despite their severe disfunctionality he still holds his siblings close to him and loves them just as he did when they were small children. Ukraine has an affection for many other nations such as the Baltic States, but keeps himself from expressing himself too thoroughly in the event someone may find a weak point in him through attacking his friends. Because of the time period I've chosen for Ukraine, many of his reactions seem slightly more extreme because of the chaos stirring within his nation. He will be prone to more harsh words and much more defensive over certain topics of conversation.

Weapon:

Name: Vyla

Form: Steel Pitchfork/Trident

Upgrades:

• Sacrificed Heart
• Yo-Yo
• Wood element
• Last Stand
• Durability boost

Lost memories:

• 1. How to make preserves
• 2. Russian Orthodox Church
• 3. How to speak English.
• 4. How to eat Piroshki
• 5. How to spin yarn
• 6. The Baltic flags
• 7. His height.
• 8. The taste of Tomatos
• 9. How to sing
• 10. Sweden's name.

Sample:

It was Christmas already, time seemed to hold itself steady in this place, never letting on exactly when season it was until the date was virtually upon them. But Ukraine knew that this Christmas would be no different from any of the others. He missed his little cottage with the worn braided rugs and rickety cabinets that never closed quite right and always squeaked. It was the little things he missed, comforting things of knowing he was home.

The one thing that remained was the small ball of loneliness that seemed to carry over. A few presents had been wrapped, little bows made out of cloth ribbon donned the tops much like presents from a much earlier era. He felt that while the new industry and manufacturing was good, there had been something lost in removing the human element of making a present for a friend.

But that was neither here nor there and he brushed his hair back from his eyes. It was Christmas and yet again he’d be spending it quite alone in this strange new city. The other people he knew had friends and significant others, but he was as alone as ever. It was a sad thought and made tears prickle behind his eyes for a moment. He ignored them, running calloused and scarred hands over the soft material of the silk ribbon. He assumed he went to the trouble so now he’d deliver them, each of the names written boldly in Ukranian on little gold name tags.

Wrapping himself in his old coat he gathered the presents but stopped at a soft knock on his door. It surprised him that anyone would remember he was up here when so many things around the city would’ve been going on. Setting down the boxes carefully, he moved to open the door. What was more surprising was the young woman standing behind it, looking slightly embarrassed and flustered was Estonia. Adjusting her glasses she gave him her usual polite smile and cleared her throat lightly.

“I was hoping that I’d catch you. Latvia and I were wondering if you’d come with us for supper, if you’re not busy... that is” her words were rushed but to Ukraine he didn’t care, a bright smile splitting his lips and large tears forming in his eyes.

“Of course!” was the automatic reply before he hugged her, Estonia’s mutterings about it not being appropriate falling on suddenly deaf ears before Ukraine stepped back. He was overjoyed that someone had remembered and asked such a simple request, but to him it meant the world.

Maybe Christmas wouldn’t be so lonely here after all.