Post by Erin McDonagh on Jun 19, 2010 9:31:16 GMT -5
Country's real name: Erin McDonagh
Country: Republic of Ireland
Age: 20
History [Their AU background; How they got accepted in the school; etc;]: Erin was born into a strict, Catholic family as the first child and only girl – her mother was the undisputed head of the family, as she had an extremely fiery, no –nonsense personality, and she used to push upon Erin the importance of being a good girl – because being a good girl meant being a good wife. Erin, being more interested in running around outside exploring, was often punished for ignoring her mother and never had a good relationship with her father, as he was a horrid drinker. She didn’t tend to get along with her younger brothers, as they tended to band together to make her life miserable.
When she found out about Hetalia Academy, through her cousins, she jumped at the chance the study abroad.
Occupation: Student
Origin Language: English/Gaelic
Personality: Erin is a cheerful, go-lucky person with a bubbly personality and an infectious smile. She’s very outdoorsy, more at home with being outside than inside, and loves music. She’s the sort of person who lives for the day and doesn’t worry about things like assignments. She likes bright colours. She’s loyal to others, can be devious and is quick to defend others. On the other hand, she can be angered quickly – perhaps mainly due to her hair colour and her Irish heritage. She does get a bit annoyed when people can’t understand her accent.
Example of your RP Structure:
(Taken from a previous sample for Belgium, ‘cos I’m too lazy to write a new one. xD)
Belgium loved days like this. Lazy days. Days spent lying on the lush grass in her beloved garden, basking in the warm rays of the sun without a care in the world. Even the European Union meeting that was currently being held miles away couldn’t spoil her mood.
...Even knowing that she should be at the current meeting couldn’t spoil her mood either.
Not. One. Bit.
She smiled, stretching her arms out and closing her eyes. Shifting slightly, her light green dress rustling, she concentrated slightly on the inner warmth created by her thriving people and could hear an indecipherable multilingual babble in the back of her mind. Contently, she rolled onto her front, resting her head on her arms...
“Ma chérie! I have come to get you for today’s meeting! Vas vite!”
Belgium groaned, burying her head further into her arms. “Vloek...Francis, go away”
France chuckled, thoroughly dragging her lazy day into a day full of talks on carbon emissions and debt talks.
