Post by Poland on Jul 26, 2010 22:53:35 GMT -5
Application
The Basics:
Nation: Poland
Name of Character: Feliks Lukasiewicz
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance:
Eyes: green
Hair: light blond, curves around face
Other features:
Character Background:
Personality: : Feliks can and will, at first, come off as rude, shy, or merely quiet. He doesn’t like meeting new people, and he’ll either recoil away, hardly able to talk at all, or start out strong with a strong resolve to socialize/attack/whatever and end up with a broken resolve and hiding behind a friend, hoping they’ll bail him out.
Despite this slow and uninviting start, once (if at all) he comes around, so long as the other stuck around (which would probably require the patience of a sage to put up with his unsociable attitude), they’ll have their hands full with an attatched and clingy Feliks. Saidvictim friend will then have to deal with loud, obnoxious, ditzy, attention-whore Feliks, one that refuses to leave them alone. Bombarding this friend with favors in his Valley Girl accent and expecting constant companionship will become a routine thing to the duo.
And the Valley Girl accent is voluntary, by the way, since he can apparently turn it on and off as needed. He just thinks its cool. Plus, it gets attention.
Try not to feel too much self-pity though for ending up with such a demanding friend. Be content with the knowledge that he really does need you. Maybe it’s a subconscious thing in his mind, but after knowing him for a while, you may realize that Feliks’s insecurity. You may even realize that his attention-seeking behavior stems from this, as he has a nagging feeling, tugging and pulling at him, that if he doesn’t constantly divert his friend’s attention to him, he’ll only become background noise and be forgetten and left alone once again. He can’t afford to lose the friends that he has, and he probably know this. Behind his strong façade, there’s a tiny voice telling him that he’s not good enough to have friends, that he needs to fake it to make it, but he’ll never admit it.
Or maybe Feliks really isn’t more insecure than the average 19-year-old, but he only has strong bouts of it occasionally, enough to make it seem like he’s some angst-ridden guy with self-seteem issues. Or maybe he’s truly become the mask, and now being flamboyant and –fabulous- is a fun hobby of his. Who knows what the quirky guy is thinking? He probably doesn’t completely know either.
Town/City of origin: Maresias
Background:
Feliks was born as the sole child to a happy young couple who wanted a fun to place to live and a daughter to cuddle and dress up. Their first wish was granted when they moved to Maresias, but as for their second wish, they received a whiny male baby. Of course, they still loved him, wanting to be the model family, and quite possibly spoiled him with all their attention on him and only him, buying him everything and probably loving him too much. After a while, the husband got more into his work, away for longer periods of time and stopping to visit for a shorter and shorter time, while the wife stayed home and showered him with attention. [He was a sailor at this point, shipping off goods and Pokemon, but Feliks didn’t know, nor did he care.]
Feliks became a Mama’s boy of sorts, and occasionally snuck into his lovely mother’s room to pull on an oversize sparkly blouse or a hot pink tee that reached his knobby knees, or even a pretty yellow mini-skirt that he tied at the side with a scrunchie to get the waist to fit. (He showed his mother one day, accessorized and dressed from head to toe in her old party clothes, with the declaration that the orange pumps “matches my hair, Mommy~” but that’s another misadventure for another day.)
Living near the harbor had its perks, like seeing imported goods, stealing an exotic berry, or the best part, seeing Pokemon from all over. Whether they be perched on a sailor’s shoulder, clinging to some youth’s hip, or strutting proudly at an ambitious trainer’s side, feliks loved them all. He loved their shapes, their wily antics, but most all, he loved their charming, amazing way that they showed off their moves and quirks. And he loved their colors a lot too, but the moves just a tad bit more. Not just the moves, but the presentation, the execution, the grace, and the style. Why? Because he’s Feliks.
And when he saw his first coordinator, hiding behind some crates to take a closer look at a new “discovery” at a graceful Gardevoir, he saw exactly how refined, perfected, and truly wonderful they could look. That Gardevoir (“Dancer, as its owner, a confident red-head, no older than 20, referred to her as) had the most gorgeous combination of Double Team and some other powerful move that could only affect a sleeping target.
Feliks fell in love. He vowed with all his 8-year-old self’s heart, that he’d one day capture a Gardevoir and teach it that very move.
After that day, he continued to go near the harbor with more zeal than ever, hoping to see another Pokemon like Dancer. Maybe even Dancer’s owner, so that he could work up the nerve to talk to her and praise such a fine thing. Sure, the few years after that, he saw wonderful Pokemon, ones that he adored and could never forger—and believe me, that’s how his partiality for –fabulous- things started—but never one quite like Dancer.
The rest of Feliks’s childhood isn’t so much as important as to how his journey started. On his eleventh birthday, his father brought home a little Roselia to add to their small collection of Pokemon. It wasn’t until Feliks was thirteen that Feliks found out his dad was a sailor, when he grew up enough to care about someone other than himself. Then a year after this discovery, his father quit his job to become a coordinator, leaving for even longer times than he did before.
His seventeeth birthday came, and lazy, clingy, but now almost grown up Feliks started feeling like he was running out of time and decided he wanted to do something with his life. He told his mother he wanted to get out of their busy harbor city. He wanted to get out and feel more excited then he ever did here, more than narrowly escaping buff sailors when they chased him for getting caught stealing. "I want to get out and travel the world." She said no, despite the lack of Valley Girl speech that she so loathed, not wanting to be alone now that her husband was gone after he became borderline-obsessed with coordinating.
On Feliks’s eighteenth birthday, he went out for the 30th time in a row, to find a Pokemon to call his own. He came back, teary-eyed and depressed. They hate him, he knew. He knew it so well and sulked in bed the rest of the day. His mother had to store his cake away for another time because he wouldn't come out at all. The next day, being the optimist that he is, he went out again and returned to the house with a Spinda twirling beside him, a Pokemon that didn’t get bored with his shyness, didn’t recoil away from his touch, but approached him dizzily and happily.
And the year after that, at age nineteen, he finally convinced his mother to let him go, acknowledge him as an adult and trust him to make his own decisions. (It probably helped that his father had returned a few days before, finally settling down again.) And his decision was to either become a trainer and make it to the League with only the most fabulous Pokemon, or become a coordinator with only the most fabulous Pokemon--not because of his father, he told himself, but for himself and maybe for that redhead he saw when he was eight.
He left the house, packed and ready, with a determined Lightbulb in tow. tl;dr- Feliks was born to a young couple—the wife was a stay at home mom, and the husband was a sailor that our young cross-dresser could care less about. His mom gave him too much attention and probably spoiled him while his father was away for long periods of time for his work, which is part of the reason he has such a rude air today [the other part being that he can get very shy. His closeness with his mom led to his sneaking into her room sometimes and trying on her clothes. He does this as a hobby now occasionally, maybe because it triggers so many happy childhood memories of his misadventures with his mom.
A lot of things came in through the harbor, including exotic goods, exotic people, and Feliks’s favorite, exotic Pokemon. He observed them in hiding whenever he had the chance to watch them display such beautiful prowess in their moves and one day fell in love with an experienced coordinator’s Gardevoir. His trips to the pier are the main reason why he developed such a love for Pokemon and their moves.
When Feliks turned seventeen, he decided enough was enough, staying cooped up in his bustling city, and told his mother that he had to travel the world and do something decent. She promptly refused, reminding him of his father, who had quit being a sailor to become a coordinator and hardly came home at all anymore.
Nearing his eighteenth year of life, he started going out everyday to catch his own Pokemon. It wasn’t until a day after his birthday, a day after sulking of his awkwardness with others, that he finally found one that wouldn’t run away or tire of his initial bashfulness. He kept this Pokemon, a laidback kind, the type content to revel in the moment. He called his new Spinda Lightbulb, then left the house when he turned nineteen, after his father returned and settled down.
Relations with other characters:
Starter Pokemon:
Species: Spinda
Name: Lightbulb
Gender: female
Level: ?
Ability: Own Tempo
Other: Lighty, as Feliks calls her fondly no matter how ridiculous it sounds, is a ditzy, easy-going type of Pokemon, like her owner. Doesn’t worry much, and just goes with it, warming up to others quickle—unlike her owner. She’s completely cream colored, with only the exception of her feet, paws, the tips of her ears, and parts of her back, which are all mottled by a pastel-ish red color. Oh, and her belly, which used to have a small, circular marking on it that Feliks drew two curves on with a Sharpie when he was bored to make a heart. <3
The rest
Anything else you'd like to add:
Haven't roleplayed in a while, and this is my first time with Hetalia, so please forgive any idiocy that's bound to come from me. ^^;
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