Post by blake on Oct 21, 2012 8:55:21 GMT -5
V ASH ZWINGLI
° N-ame || Vash Zwingli
° A-liases ||
° A-ge || 28
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Father who died when Vash was a child; mother who died when he was a young adult
° E-ye color || Green
° H-air color || Blond
° H-eight || 5'7"
° W-eight || 145 lbs
° D-efining features || Vash has several scars from past military service, mostly on arms and torso - he makes sure to keep them covered by clothing so as not to make himself particularly identifiable in public.
° A-dditional features || Vash is a bit below average height, with a wiry build that is deceptively strong. He tends to wear plain, well-mended clothes (he does not like to stand out from the crowd and doesn't see the point in spending money on flashy or expensive clothing), and generally his style is planned with potential combat in mind - he chooses clothing that will allow him to conceal weapons on his person, but that is not loose enough to hamper him in a fight. His posture and gait in public suggest that he is a very private person. He walks quickly, prefers a large amount of personal space, and his movements are sharp and efficient.
° J-ob || Mercenary-for-hire
° R-eason for current profession || Leaving the military didn't exactly leave him with a diverse set of marketable skills or a respectable reputation.
° D-istrict || When not on a job, he might rent a room in South Granor, though he's not above squatting in the slums when money is tight or if he needs to disappear for a while.
° P-ersonality ||
Vash's is a rather prickly personality. He has little patience when interacting with other people and becomes irritated with them easily, particularly when he feels that they're wasting time or doing things inefficiently. He is also rather blunt and unafraid of voicing his displeasure with others, meaning that he is not a people-person in the least. His blunt and impatient nature shows in his speech and the way he interacts with others and carries himself - his speech is fast and clipped, his movements reserved, yet abrupt.
He prefers solitude and can be a bit of a recluse at times, just trying to get away from the things he finds so frustrating about daily interactions with other human beings. And, for the most part, there isn't anyone who actively seeks out his company anyway. Still, he gets a little lonely sometimes, but he continually reminds himself that other people are not to be trusted and that he is better off on his own.
Though Vash can be quite trigger-happy and confrontational, when it comes down to it, he actually prefers not to take sides in conflicts. He's not particularly interested in other peoples' problems and disagreements and would strongly prefer to be left out of it all. He'll lend his strength to a conflict in return for a paycheck, purely a business transaction to him; once the agreement is up, he feels no lasting obligation to any of the parties involved. This isn't to say that Vash cannot be a loyal or caring person, just that his loyalty and trust are rarely displayed and painstakingly earned.
When it comes to the people he does care about, however, he can be overbearingly protective and probably goes overboard on "helpful" advice, possibly a remnant of guilt he feels after his mother's passing. And there is, of course, a shred of humanity and compassion buried deep within that stony, paranoid heart of his - he can't stand to see others suffer if there's anything he can do about it.
° L-ikes ||
•Efficiency
•Independence/self-reliance
•Being prepared for anything
•When everything goes according to plan
•Peace, quiet, and beautiful landscapes
•Cute things (although he'd never admit to this)
° D-islikes ||
•Flashiness and immodesty
•Wasting money or time
•Open displays of affection
•Being forced to deal with other people's problems
•When people aren't direct about what's on their mind
•Working together with other people in general
° F-ears ||
•Getting caught up in corruption and making immoral decisions
•Losing his sense of compassion
•Committing himself to a cause
° G-oals ||
•To see the messy political situation in the city resolved in some way... or to just get away from it.
•To save enough money to move out of the city to someplace quieter
•To find a friend/companion/someone that doesn't irritate the hell out of him
° H-istory ||
Vash was born an only child to a poor working class family. For a few years, they were able to scrape by financially, but after his father died in an accident, Vash had to start pitching in to help himself and his mother survive. From a young age, he began working odd jobs to bring in a little extra cash, or taking over household chores to take some pressure off of his mother, who worked long hours to support the two of them.
Though Vash is intelligent and quick-witted, he never really had a chance to have a real childhood or to spend much time in school; he was too busy working and worrying about money, and, before he knew it, he was a teenager joining the military because he had run out of other options, and at least this way he could send his pay home to help support his mother.
Vash did well in a highly structured environment like the military, and started slowly making his way up the ranks over the years he spent in the service. During this time, his mother died of illness, and, to some extent, Vash blamed himself for not being around more to help her. Vash never really dealt with his feelings on the matter, finding it easier to push his emotions aside rather than to face them, and started putting even more of himself into his work. He kept up the cycle of mindlessly following orders and squirreling money away (rinse and repeat) until he slowly started to actually think about his views about violence and politics and how it all relates back to society. He began to feel conflicted about his military involvement - cue a couple of years of existential turmoil and careful introspection.
Eventually, it got to the point where Vash couldn't in good conscience stay in the military any longer, so, once he had enough money saved up to survive for a little while without steady work, he started the lengthy bureaucratic process to leave.
His exit from the military wasn't exactly on a positive note, and that, combined with Vash's complete lack of skills and contacts outside of the service, made it very difficult for him to find work afterwards. He found himself taking anything that would pay - sometimes that means fighting other peoples' battles for them, or brute intimidation, or getting involved with the plottings of (both) warring political factions, or, on a couple of occasions, short stints aboard pirate airships. He doesn't enjoy the work, particularly, and will in general side with the highest bidder.
Vash has been doing this sort of thing for a few years now. He's been saving up money to someday move out of the city (with all its political messiness) and hopefully live a simpler life in the countryside.
° R-oleplay example ||
((Okay, this is pretty much the only semi-serious thing I could find on this harddrive that I've written about Switzerland. It's part of a Christmas fic that I never quite got around to finishing. So it's a bit old, and a bit weird. I hope that's okay ^^))
It was the night before Christmas, and Switzerland was sitting up alone with a bottle of wine, listening to bells ringing throughout the countryside and making sure the candles Liechtenstein had insisted on setting up didn’t burn the house down. She had wanted to decorate the house for the holiday, and Switzerland had never known how to say no to her, so they had a small tree set up with little white candles lit up all over the main room. It was a major fire hazard, but he had decided it was nice to look at after all, so he didn’t really mind watching over the sitting room to make sure they didn’t accidentally set the house on fire.
He and Liechtenstein had made a nice dinner earlier, and they had sat around in their matching frilly pink pajamas enjoying the Christmas spirit for a couple of hours until Liechtenstein fell asleep on his shoulder. He had carried her up to bed, then decided to stay up a little while longer on his own. It was so peaceful out tonight; all of his neighboring nations had gone conspicuously quiet, and though Switzerland suspected it had nothing to do with a sudden onslaught of holiday cheer, he wasn't about to complain about a short reprieve. At least it meant that Italy (probably) wouldn’t be running naked across his yard on the way to Germany’s house today. Which meant peace and quiet. Finally.
God, words didn’t exist to express how much Switzerland hated his neighbors. Germany had developed a nasty habit of invading neighboring countries lately, and that obnoxious Italy had joined right up with him. Hell, even that asshole Austria had been clamoring to be reunited with Germany lately… But it was really none of his business. None of this was any of his business. All that mattered was keeping everyone else from dragging him and Liechtenstein into their affairs. If any of them ever got near Liechtenstein…
Switzerland poured himself another glass of wine so aggressively that a few drops sloshed over the lip of the glass and started to dribble their way down the outside. He licked up the drops without thinking – wouldn’t want to spill wine on anything that might stain. Sure, it wasn’t very dignified, but he was alone, he was slightly buzzed from drinking half a bottle of wine by himself in the candlelight, and it was practically Christmas. Fuck dignity. He’d drag himself to bed in an hour or two in a cloud of shame, and wake up feeling better in the morning, hopefully.
° U-sername || Blake
° A-ge || 21
° T-ime zone || GMT+1, but this will be changing because I move a lot.
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Deep Dream Control - Maya Jakobson and DJ Lobsterdust
° N-ame || Vash Zwingli
° A-liases ||
° A-ge || 28
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || Father who died when Vash was a child; mother who died when he was a young adult
\-|-°-|-/
° E-ye color || Green
° H-air color || Blond
° H-eight || 5'7"
° W-eight || 145 lbs
° D-efining features || Vash has several scars from past military service, mostly on arms and torso - he makes sure to keep them covered by clothing so as not to make himself particularly identifiable in public.
° A-dditional features || Vash is a bit below average height, with a wiry build that is deceptively strong. He tends to wear plain, well-mended clothes (he does not like to stand out from the crowd and doesn't see the point in spending money on flashy or expensive clothing), and generally his style is planned with potential combat in mind - he chooses clothing that will allow him to conceal weapons on his person, but that is not loose enough to hamper him in a fight. His posture and gait in public suggest that he is a very private person. He walks quickly, prefers a large amount of personal space, and his movements are sharp and efficient.
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Mercenary-for-hire
° R-eason for current profession || Leaving the military didn't exactly leave him with a diverse set of marketable skills or a respectable reputation.
° D-istrict || When not on a job, he might rent a room in South Granor, though he's not above squatting in the slums when money is tight or if he needs to disappear for a while.
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality ||
Vash's is a rather prickly personality. He has little patience when interacting with other people and becomes irritated with them easily, particularly when he feels that they're wasting time or doing things inefficiently. He is also rather blunt and unafraid of voicing his displeasure with others, meaning that he is not a people-person in the least. His blunt and impatient nature shows in his speech and the way he interacts with others and carries himself - his speech is fast and clipped, his movements reserved, yet abrupt.
He prefers solitude and can be a bit of a recluse at times, just trying to get away from the things he finds so frustrating about daily interactions with other human beings. And, for the most part, there isn't anyone who actively seeks out his company anyway. Still, he gets a little lonely sometimes, but he continually reminds himself that other people are not to be trusted and that he is better off on his own.
Though Vash can be quite trigger-happy and confrontational, when it comes down to it, he actually prefers not to take sides in conflicts. He's not particularly interested in other peoples' problems and disagreements and would strongly prefer to be left out of it all. He'll lend his strength to a conflict in return for a paycheck, purely a business transaction to him; once the agreement is up, he feels no lasting obligation to any of the parties involved. This isn't to say that Vash cannot be a loyal or caring person, just that his loyalty and trust are rarely displayed and painstakingly earned.
When it comes to the people he does care about, however, he can be overbearingly protective and probably goes overboard on "helpful" advice, possibly a remnant of guilt he feels after his mother's passing. And there is, of course, a shred of humanity and compassion buried deep within that stony, paranoid heart of his - he can't stand to see others suffer if there's anything he can do about it.
° L-ikes ||
•Efficiency
•Independence/self-reliance
•Being prepared for anything
•When everything goes according to plan
•Peace, quiet, and beautiful landscapes
•Cute things (although he'd never admit to this)
° D-islikes ||
•Flashiness and immodesty
•Wasting money or time
•Open displays of affection
•Being forced to deal with other people's problems
•When people aren't direct about what's on their mind
•Working together with other people in general
° F-ears ||
•Getting caught up in corruption and making immoral decisions
•Losing his sense of compassion
•Committing himself to a cause
° G-oals ||
•To see the messy political situation in the city resolved in some way... or to just get away from it.
•To save enough money to move out of the city to someplace quieter
•To find a friend/companion/someone that doesn't irritate the hell out of him
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
Vash was born an only child to a poor working class family. For a few years, they were able to scrape by financially, but after his father died in an accident, Vash had to start pitching in to help himself and his mother survive. From a young age, he began working odd jobs to bring in a little extra cash, or taking over household chores to take some pressure off of his mother, who worked long hours to support the two of them.
Though Vash is intelligent and quick-witted, he never really had a chance to have a real childhood or to spend much time in school; he was too busy working and worrying about money, and, before he knew it, he was a teenager joining the military because he had run out of other options, and at least this way he could send his pay home to help support his mother.
Vash did well in a highly structured environment like the military, and started slowly making his way up the ranks over the years he spent in the service. During this time, his mother died of illness, and, to some extent, Vash blamed himself for not being around more to help her. Vash never really dealt with his feelings on the matter, finding it easier to push his emotions aside rather than to face them, and started putting even more of himself into his work. He kept up the cycle of mindlessly following orders and squirreling money away (rinse and repeat) until he slowly started to actually think about his views about violence and politics and how it all relates back to society. He began to feel conflicted about his military involvement - cue a couple of years of existential turmoil and careful introspection.
Eventually, it got to the point where Vash couldn't in good conscience stay in the military any longer, so, once he had enough money saved up to survive for a little while without steady work, he started the lengthy bureaucratic process to leave.
His exit from the military wasn't exactly on a positive note, and that, combined with Vash's complete lack of skills and contacts outside of the service, made it very difficult for him to find work afterwards. He found himself taking anything that would pay - sometimes that means fighting other peoples' battles for them, or brute intimidation, or getting involved with the plottings of (both) warring political factions, or, on a couple of occasions, short stints aboard pirate airships. He doesn't enjoy the work, particularly, and will in general side with the highest bidder.
Vash has been doing this sort of thing for a few years now. He's been saving up money to someday move out of the city (with all its political messiness) and hopefully live a simpler life in the countryside.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
((Okay, this is pretty much the only semi-serious thing I could find on this harddrive that I've written about Switzerland. It's part of a Christmas fic that I never quite got around to finishing. So it's a bit old, and a bit weird. I hope that's okay ^^))
It was the night before Christmas, and Switzerland was sitting up alone with a bottle of wine, listening to bells ringing throughout the countryside and making sure the candles Liechtenstein had insisted on setting up didn’t burn the house down. She had wanted to decorate the house for the holiday, and Switzerland had never known how to say no to her, so they had a small tree set up with little white candles lit up all over the main room. It was a major fire hazard, but he had decided it was nice to look at after all, so he didn’t really mind watching over the sitting room to make sure they didn’t accidentally set the house on fire.
He and Liechtenstein had made a nice dinner earlier, and they had sat around in their matching frilly pink pajamas enjoying the Christmas spirit for a couple of hours until Liechtenstein fell asleep on his shoulder. He had carried her up to bed, then decided to stay up a little while longer on his own. It was so peaceful out tonight; all of his neighboring nations had gone conspicuously quiet, and though Switzerland suspected it had nothing to do with a sudden onslaught of holiday cheer, he wasn't about to complain about a short reprieve. At least it meant that Italy (probably) wouldn’t be running naked across his yard on the way to Germany’s house today. Which meant peace and quiet. Finally.
God, words didn’t exist to express how much Switzerland hated his neighbors. Germany had developed a nasty habit of invading neighboring countries lately, and that obnoxious Italy had joined right up with him. Hell, even that asshole Austria had been clamoring to be reunited with Germany lately… But it was really none of his business. None of this was any of his business. All that mattered was keeping everyone else from dragging him and Liechtenstein into their affairs. If any of them ever got near Liechtenstein…
Switzerland poured himself another glass of wine so aggressively that a few drops sloshed over the lip of the glass and started to dribble their way down the outside. He licked up the drops without thinking – wouldn’t want to spill wine on anything that might stain. Sure, it wasn’t very dignified, but he was alone, he was slightly buzzed from drinking half a bottle of wine by himself in the candlelight, and it was practically Christmas. Fuck dignity. He’d drag himself to bed in an hour or two in a cloud of shame, and wake up feeling better in the morning, hopefully.
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || Blake
° A-ge || 21
° T-ime zone || GMT+1, but this will be changing because I move a lot.
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the Rules? || Deep Dream Control - Maya Jakobson and DJ Lobsterdust
