Post by Deirdre Flanagan on Dec 16, 2010 8:22:26 GMT -5
*Deirdre* | *Flanagan*
*Ireland*
*Ireland*
Tell us a bit about your character. Doesn’t have to be too long, just giving a general idea
Deirdre is both parts Bottle Fairy and Mama Bear. She enjoys her alcohol, and enjoys her family. But if you mess with them, watch out. She can be very malicious when her loved ones are threatened, and she will work to cause your downfall if you threaten them. She knows everything about brewing a good beer or whiskey, but ask her to cook and that just may be the last thing you ever do.
How much do you know about their history? Just a couple of paragraphs. Not too much detail~!
She started out in the woods, hunting and gathering until she met Norway, who showed her how to grow and plant. Soon she became so good at farming and so good at gardening that Rome and other countries were sending their priests to spend time learning about the Bible. She enjoyed all sorts of visitors and her home became a place of learning. But, the times would not be so pleasant to her, and soon the Norse influence would show in the reddening of her hair. Being a perfectionist who enjoyed inebriation, she learned how to brew to perfection and became very fond of the potato. But some economical downfalls would cause her to rely on her big brother Arthur. For now she's having fun pillaging and pirating, and helping Arthur extend his influence farther than their little islands. But he can be a bit brutal sometimes, and a bit controlling. Nevertheless, she's grateful for his help though the seeds of discontent are growing within her.
What pairings are you willing to RP?
Nearly anything.
What genres would you RP? Angst? Fluff?
Well since Ireland is coming up to the angstiest part of her past, angst will be fun, but fluff would work too.
Just put a sample RP here please~ Doesn’t have to be from an actual RP, just make it up on the spot
Deirdre, with a deep sigh, looked upon the stays at her bed with scorn. The fashion of England had dictated she wear the damned device when she met with the other nations in one of their world conferences, but she wasn't going to like it. For one, it was uncomfortable, and for another, it only served to give some of the less prudent countries (or some of the more modest countries) reason to stare at her remarkable bosom. Remarkable as it may be and proud of her bosom as she most certainly was, she was not eager to have it shoved up to her chin when she sat down. But alas, she had agreed to live in Arthur's house. He had come to her with the idea that they should join forces, and sometimes he was a bit domineering, but she could tolerate it. After all, she ultimately was Ireland, and she was no one to be trifled with.
She looked at her rosary for a good few minutes before tucking it into her bag. She heard the Papal States would be there, and she always liked to hear what the Pope was up to. Despite Arthur's constant nagging at her to join his church, she remained a good and true Catholic woman. And, it went so well with her dress. A nice forest green which would set off the green of her eyes pleasantly enough. It had beautiful gold and silver embroidery all over it.
She gave a look to her cape. The last evidence of her roots. Arthur hated those capes. Really, he hated the simple and utilitarian design of her clothes. The simple, straight lines of her old dresses had pleased her enough, but he detested them. Well, she was living in his house, so the least she could do was be accommodating. She called a maid to help her into her corset. And, of course, they had to adjust and re-adjust the dress so as not to expose too much cleavage. She sighed, as the deed was done, and admired herself in the mirror as a maid put her bright red hair up in some semi-ridiculous coif. Her brother had mocked her hair for years but a recent beloved queen of his had her same bright red hair. He couldn't laugh much anymore.
She consented to the ridiculous hat, and the ridiculous outfit, but she was still Ireland, and she was still a force to be reckoned with.
Your name: Sara!
Age: Almost 20
Why did you join here? Because Meg made me.
How long have you been Rping? 10+ years?
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