PLAYER Name: Em Personal Journal:dagora E-mail: expectedsmile@aol.com AIM/MSN/etc: expectedsmile [aim]
CHARACTER Name: Iceland Canon: Hetalia Axis Powers Timeline: modern day If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Iceland has been described as having a mysterious aura about him and always maintaining a good silence. His expression usually is that of worried or frustrated, brows almost always furrowed. Otherwise, the boy otherwise keeps a neutral expression. Iceland has something against smiling and refuses to do so though Norway has tricked him to do it at least once before.
He strives to uphold an adult image of himself and considers himself to be the most mature and sane member of the Nordic group. He does his best to be a patient person. As he is surrounded with neighbours that are not always on their best behaviour or doing things to his distaste, Iceland feels the need to emerge as a respectable individual. When faced with verbal confrontation, he is more than likely to rebut in a rather weak fashion with a lack of wit before doing his best to walk away from it. He is only a pushover and only results in the other party winning as he simply does not want to be bothered if he cannot actually get away. Feelings are more than likely going to be expressed through gestures more so than words. Despite it not being the best way for him to communicate and get the word across in the way he would want, it is somehow more fulfilling.
Iceland does not like to be straightforward and he seems to keep his interests private even though the other Nordics may have an idea of him as Finland says that Denmark and Iceland are rather friendly with one another. However, he has gotten used to sitting out on an island by himself and he has taken interest in things going out around his own home as well as the Nordic group. He tends to be an onlooker during events and will not mind himself being surrounded by something he is not too familiar even if excitement is never expressed. What tends to trouble him happens to be being teased by people he is familiar with and yet he tends to stay with them, either way. Something he does actually like, however, is his own success with the tourism business and earning their money.
Despite working towards his own achievements, he does have issues with his own person. It has been expressed that he has a dislike of undressing himself, particularly in front of people, more than likely due to his thin shape. While such a minor thing, a big fuss is made and then he ends up dressing himself rather plainly. There is also a problem he has with speaking in his language, Icelandic, preferring to speak in English as to be understood by others. He even goes as far to try to hide his accent in means to make his speech even more clear. It has been mentioned to having a cold due to the current economic problems of his country. However, he has shown no sign of illness as possibly tries to draw such attention to himself especially with Russia having assisted him with getting better.
First Person: [He is not stupid enough to think it is a dream but he cannot explain to himself what is going on. Being the only passenger on the train is also an obvious thing and that does not ease the nerves. He tries not to get himself worked up over the matter even though answers are welcomed. Things had to come to an end, this ride included.]
Hn... [His timing is good. The train is slowly coming to a stop and he takes that time to stand. Sitting around is not going to give him any answers, obviously. Because sitting only has him wondering why. He has been trying to not let it get to him and yet he is failing. Gritting his teeth, he hurries down the aisle. It is not the lack of people that is so troublesome; it is the matter of how he is on this train. Why is he on this train?No one he knows is clever or crude enough to pull such a prank.
It is with getting off the train does he see a sign. It does answer a question to where he is and yet only causes more confusion. He knows of no Ruby City. It does not look like any of his own towns. He rubs at his forehead, trying to keep himself together. Maybe this is a joke. Yes, this certainly looks like he can be somewhere more in the east. He needs someone to get angry at. For now, he stands and tries to think. His hands ball up into fists at his sides and that is when he realises something.
He is quick about sticking a gloved hand into his pocket and pulling out something. Out of confusion, he blinks. It is safe to say that the watch he has pulled out is not actually his.]
Third Person: It was stupid of him to go along with such an idea. Dressing up for Halloween, ha! His group ended up losing the costume contest. What sort of idea was pirates, anyway? Iceland pulled his bandana off his head and grit his teeth. Not only was the Nordic costume pirate theme stupid, Iceland had the worst costume out of the lot. He could not even be considered a proper pirate, wearing such a thin vest and not even getting a nice hat like the others in his group.
'I didn't want to be a part of this in the first place,' he reminded himself, bitterly.
Not only had they lost, Iceland looked like a fool while doing it. Iceland was a mere deck hand. What was the point in being angry, anyway? He managed to get away from them and he got a jacket on in means to hide his poorly made costume. It was what he wanted to begin with. No, he wanted to stay home. Or, at least...not get the shitty end of the deal. But that was what happened when his attempts to ignore the other Nordics failed. Iceland only had himself to blame. It merely caused him to sulk.
The bandana was pushed into his jacket's pocket before he turned to his cup of coffee. He allowed it to sit for a good minute and he had no intention on staying forever. Maybe it was not a bad idea, though, if no one could find him. He brought his coffee up to his lips, taking a sip. It was the best feeling he experienced in the last few hours, really. His coffee was black, the way he liked it, and the cafe was quiet enough for him to think. Iceland was trying to focus his mind on home and work. Those were much more beneficial things.
[CANON] Iceland || Hetalia Axis Powers || no reserve || 1 of 1
Name: Em
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E-mail: expectedsmile@aol.com
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CHARACTER
Name: Iceland
Canon: Hetalia Axis Powers
Timeline: modern day
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality:
Iceland has been described as having a mysterious aura about him and always maintaining a good silence. His expression usually is that of worried or frustrated, brows almost always furrowed. Otherwise, the boy otherwise keeps a neutral expression. Iceland has something against smiling and refuses to do so though Norway has tricked him to do it at least once before.
He strives to uphold an adult image of himself and considers himself to be the most mature and sane member of the Nordic group. He does his best to be a patient person. As he is surrounded with neighbours that are not always on their best behaviour or doing things to his distaste, Iceland feels the need to emerge as a respectable individual. When faced with verbal confrontation, he is more than likely to rebut in a rather weak fashion with a lack of wit before doing his best to walk away from it. He is only a pushover and only results in the other party winning as he simply does not want to be bothered if he cannot actually get away. Feelings are more than likely going to be expressed through gestures more so than words. Despite it not being the best way for him to communicate and get the word across in the way he would want, it is somehow more fulfilling.
Iceland does not like to be straightforward and he seems to keep his interests private even though the other Nordics may have an idea of him as Finland says that Denmark and Iceland are rather friendly with one another. However, he has gotten used to sitting out on an island by himself and he has taken interest in things going out around his own home as well as the Nordic group. He tends to be an onlooker during events and will not mind himself being surrounded by something he is not too familiar even if excitement is never expressed. What tends to trouble him happens to be being teased by people he is familiar with and yet he tends to stay with them, either way. Something he does actually like, however, is his own success with the tourism business and earning their money.
Despite working towards his own achievements, he does have issues with his own person. It has been expressed that he has a dislike of undressing himself, particularly in front of people, more than likely due to his thin shape. While such a minor thing, a big fuss is made and then he ends up dressing himself rather plainly. There is also a problem he has with speaking in his language, Icelandic, preferring to speak in English as to be understood by others. He even goes as far to try to hide his accent in means to make his speech even more clear. It has been mentioned to having a cold due to the current economic problems of his country. However, he has shown no sign of illness as possibly tries to draw such attention to himself especially with Russia having assisted him with getting better.
First Person:
[He is not stupid enough to think it is a dream but he cannot explain to himself what is going on. Being the only passenger on the train is also an obvious thing and that does not ease the nerves. He tries not to get himself worked up over the matter even though answers are welcomed. Things had to come to an end, this ride included.]
Hn...
[His timing is good. The train is slowly coming to a stop and he takes that time to stand. Sitting around is not going to give him any answers, obviously. Because sitting only has him wondering why. He has been trying to not let it get to him and yet he is failing. Gritting his teeth, he hurries down the aisle. It is not the lack of people that is so troublesome; it is the matter of how he is on this train. Why is he on this train?No one he knows is clever or crude enough to pull such a prank.
It is with getting off the train does he see a sign. It does answer a question to where he is and yet only causes more confusion. He knows of no Ruby City. It does not look like any of his own towns. He rubs at his forehead, trying to keep himself together. Maybe this is a joke. Yes, this certainly looks like he can be somewhere more in the east. He needs someone to get angry at. For now, he stands and tries to think. His hands ball up into fists at his sides and that is when he realises something.
He is quick about sticking a gloved hand into his pocket and pulling out something. Out of confusion, he blinks. It is safe to say that the watch he has pulled out is not actually his.]
Third Person:
It was stupid of him to go along with such an idea. Dressing up for Halloween, ha! His group ended up losing the costume contest. What sort of idea was pirates, anyway? Iceland pulled his bandana off his head and grit his teeth. Not only was the Nordic costume pirate theme stupid, Iceland had the worst costume out of the lot. He could not even be considered a proper pirate, wearing such a thin vest and not even getting a nice hat like the others in his group.
'I didn't want to be a part of this in the first place,' he reminded himself, bitterly.
Not only had they lost, Iceland looked like a fool while doing it. Iceland was a mere deck hand. What was the point in being angry, anyway? He managed to get away from them and he got a jacket on in means to hide his poorly made costume. It was what he wanted to begin with. No, he wanted to stay home. Or, at least...not get the shitty end of the deal. But that was what happened when his attempts to ignore the other Nordics failed. Iceland only had himself to blame. It merely caused him to sulk.
The bandana was pushed into his jacket's pocket before he turned to his cup of coffee. He allowed it to sit for a good minute and he had no intention on staying forever. Maybe it was not a bad idea, though, if no one could find him. He brought his coffee up to his lips, taking a sip. It was the best feeling he experienced in the last few hours, really. His coffee was black, the way he liked it, and the cafe was quiet enough for him to think. Iceland was trying to focus his mind on home and work. Those were much more beneficial things.