Post by Sab on Jan 21, 2011 0:25:49 GMT -5
Gabriel de Eça Oliveira
Portugal
Tell us a bit about your character. Doesn’t have to be too long, just giving a general idea
An older man who seems easy going at first glance, but in reality is very proud. Being a man of passion and religion, Gabriel can sometimes be as tumultuous as the waves that break across his shores or calm as a summer's day. He adores music, dancing, fishing, a well spoken prayer, and lying out in the sun. He used to be adventurous and sassy and acted like the world was his oyster as an Empire. Now, he has appeared to have mellowed out somewhat and comes off as sort of melancholic when he’s not a tease. And although on the edge of Iberian Peninsula, he has not been isolated from his neighbors. He has in fact taken great interest in others even when they do not seem to take great interest in him. (When they do take interest in him, he dearly wished they didn't). He can be easily influenced and convinced into doing things he would not think to do himself, whether for better or for worse for the people’s sake. He blinds himself, most often willingly, from the truth so that he can see what he wants to see. He had a very rough relationship growing up with his brother (Spain), but they /seem/ to be getting along better these days. Gabriel's stubbornness and pride often makes his actions impulsive and frivolous. Rarely does he make plans beyond simply seizing the spirit of the moment, but he has had his moments of brilliance of guiding such success to greener pastures. Such behavior has done him well and done him poorly over his history. Gabriel tries to act stronger than he looks which despite his sly and cunning nature, lands him in all kinds of trouble. It might lend to the reason why he's been known to change bosses like clothes. When things do go rotten, he can either be found praying in the Cathedral or throwing a ‘silent’ tantrum in his room. Antonio says they are often scarier because he just stares with hate, but won’t even /snap/. If he's not feeling particularly friendly or cheerful, he is quite skilled at faking it. He tries to think the best of others but, should he realize they are playing foul, he is sometimes poor at controlling his emotions. He's extremely loving and protective of England, whom he's known and had a deep friendship (Anglo-Portuguese Alliance) with since he was young, which carries on today, despite his younger brother’s obvious hatred towards the man. (longest alliance in the world; 638 years and counting). He dislikes being around some guy from the Netherlands, a Turk named Sadiq Adnan, and sometimes the Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy because of old wounds ( Dutch-Portuguese war,Turkish-Portuguese Conflicts, Peninsular War ) .
How much do you know about their history? Just a couple of paragraphs. Not too much detail~!
I…actually have a giant outline, so I’ll just link that..i’m really horrible at summarizing histories when I care for them! ;u;’
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What pairings are you willing to RP?
I’m very flexible with pairings if they have a good history, however I do not agree with RPing Empire/Colony relationships past the father-child dynamic.
I prefer:
England/Portugal
Portugal/Japan
Ibericest (Spain and Portugal)
Ottoman/Portugal
What genres would you RP? Angst? Fluff?
Once again, I’m very flexible!
I really, realyyyy love doing historical angst and/or fluff.
Needless to say, roleplaying the colonial era is a favorite of mine~
Just put a sample RP here please~ Doesn’t have to be from an actual RP, just make it up on the spot
His nose wrinkled at the comment made by Alfred about not believing in God anymore. The subject of such was a touchy one for the nation; for he believed with his whole heart in his Lord...had he not fought fiercely with his brother to prove thus? But it was disasters like these that made him question if he was to be punished. He remembered how he had felt when he realized this mysterious disease was destroying his people.. Sure, Portugal knew it was there for a long while after it arrived, but it was small and he figured it was just something that would pass, but then he noticed it wasn't like a normal illness, and rapidly grew and took more and more out of his home; his heart.
The hardest part had been leaving Lisbon, knowing it had no chance. It brought forth a traumatizing past in him, remembering back when God had first punished him..For..For an act he did not know. The earthquake that had run through his precious Lisboa, and 32 other cities..destroying them from the sea of Cadiz to the bloody Tagus that joined with Espanha...and the days and weeks of fires and hurricanes that had followed. And for the first time, Portugal had feared the ocean he loved; feared the sea that felt as much a part of him as the blood and bone that was being torn apart by the paroxysm of the earth... It was the turning moment that had changed Europe. One of France's poets(Voltaire had been his name, Gabriel thought) had even begun to question the higher power. But then this came...
Gabriel had stared down upon the wreck of a former city as he took refuge in his dear Belém Tower, and asked to his holy savior behind choked tears, "Foi este um sinal? Tenho eu desonrado tu mais uma vez? Caro Senhor no céu, tu dever ter me limpado fora do mapa há muito tempo, durante esse tempo .. Não esta .. [Was this a sign? Have I dishonored you again? Dear Lord in heaven, you should have wiped me off the map long ago during that time..Not this..] " It had been November 1st then, the same day of the quake and All Saints' Day; Yet not a single living person roamed the streets of his capital.
It took all of Portugal's self-control to not retort at America or possibly fling a limb at his face when he was pulled back to the present by a jab about Captain Hook and cod or something. But no, as one of the older nations, Portugal realized he needed to remain mature...For everyone's sake. Austria was doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell. It was quite admirable for a nation he once fought alongside with. However, as much as he wished he could keep a straight face like that, Gabriel's lips had curved into a frown of disapproval. He had to let the child have his fun though, right? He had once been arrogant as a world power too. ...Could they even say there were World Powers anymore? The lands that were so full of life were now crawling with the dead, and no nation could possibly attempt to move forward in this. Not without their people…
Your name: Chibi, Fratello, Port, or Cass!
Age: Currently quinze!
Why did you join here? It was an interesting concept, and hey, might as well give it a go…right?c:
How long have you been RPing?
Oh gosh! I’d have to say…about 4-5 years.
