Post by Hall Einarsson on Jun 17, 2010 22:21:11 GMT -5
Country's real name: Hall Einarsson
Country: Iceland
Age: 17
History: Hall was raised by his grandparents, considering that his mother passed away shortly after he was born and his father left as soon as he found out about the pregnancy. It was a relatively quiet household, considering his grandparents raised him to be very domestic, you could say, serious and level-headed. From the age when he turned five, he had a vast amount of chores around his grandparents house and land since they were unable to tend to most things in their age, such as; gardening, tending to the sheep, cleaning most of the house and going to the local market for groceries.
He lived this quiet, hardworking, yet happy life with his grandparents for another ten years before his grandfather passed away a little before his sixteenth birthday. Overcome with depression, his grandmother stopped eating and became wheel-chair bound for the next few months before she too, finally passed on. Alone, with a small house and farm to look after, Hall became a handy-man, or a JackOfAllTrades; taking in any work he could, learning the ways of things as he went to keep that little lot of land. In accordance with his grandparents’s will, however, he saved up all excess money he made until he finally had enough, combined with a small inheritance, to pay for a full tuition at a boarding school. And once he had all he needed, he sold the little place to his next-door neighbor who was looking to expand his own farm, and set off to Hetalia Academy.
Despite how he had no prior schooling, he was naturally a very bright individual and that, combined with his extraordinary work ethic, got him into the Academy with only a few extra classes than normal students to catch him up.
Occupation: Student, JackOfAllTrades
Origin Language: Icelandic
Personality: Hall is a very quiet boy who always appears to be calm and collected. He rarely speaks unless spoken to first, so he has never been much of a ‘people person’ and prefers quiet time alone to a crowded, noisy place. Despite his quiet appearance, he has a big heart and a lot of passion for things he thinks are worth it or important to him, and once he really gets to know a person, he is very warm-hearted and almost sweet to them. Though he sometimes feels a bit awkward when in a group of people consisting of both those he is close to and those he is not. As if he can’t make up his mind on how to act; composed and silent or warm and..cuddly..
He has a strong work ethic and feels that if someone isn’t working, then they should simply step aside for those who are. This comes from the fact that at an early age, he had quite a bit of chores to do around the house to help his aging grandparents, and after they had passed on, enough to sustain himself without them.
Example of your RP Structure:
Near Iceland’s Eastern coast, on a small, winding dirt-road was an equally small, wood wagon being pulled along at a lumbering pace by an old jenny. The cart was loaded up with a few crates of vegetables and a couple of bundles of hay, all on their way to be sold in the market in a larger town that lay ahead. Nestled in amongst all the goods was a small, silver-haired boy curled up with a little puffin in his arms. As the cart continued along its way, one of the wheels rolled up and over a small stone in the road, jostling the contents around. “Mmm..” Came a soft noise as the boy’s violet eyes fluttered awake and he covered his mouth to silence a yawn before sitting up sleepily.
As he sat there, blinking a few times, his puffin companion extended its wings, ruffled his feathers and made a few peculiar noises at him before climbing onto his shoulder. The boy smiled at his pet and nuzzled his cheek to the bird’s head before leaning forward to tap the driver’s shoulder lightly, “E..Excuse me..Baldvin, are we almost there..?”
“Oh, sorry there, Hall. Didn’t mean to wake you.” The old man chuckled as he spared a quick glance over his shoulder to the young boy before nodding, “And yes, that we are. You’ll be able to get to your school from the port, in no time.” He chuckled again before returning his attention to the road.
With a small smile, Hall settled back down amongst the crates and hugged his arms around his knees. He was truly, very excited about being able to go to school,t hough you would never be able to tell just by glancing at him. He usually kept most things to himself so as not to burden other people with his feelings or ideas; it kept matters much simpler that way he had come to notice.
“We’re almost there, Ari..” He whispered to the puffin who chortled in delight as it watched its master fight back a big smile, “Almost there..”
