Post by ESPANA on Jan 25, 2011 3:05:08 GMT -7
SPAIN
Imperio Español
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NAME: Spain, Imperio Español.
ALIAS: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
APPARENT AGE: Early twenties
GENDER: Male
STATUS: Empire
LIKES:
- Gold
- Sunshine
- Tomatoes
- ’Cute’ things, though cute can be relative
- Turtles
- Sleeping
DISLIKES:
- Piracy
- Bland foods
- Cold weather
- Threats to his empire
- Arthur; their relations have grown…strained to say the least.
PERSONALITY:
All in all, Antonio isn’t what one would think of as the representation of a powerful empire. Instead of the cold, emotionless, precise stereotype that comes with the title, he is instead the opposite of everything that he should be. Instead of being secretive and cold, he is a warm, friendly individual who enjoys the company of others and doesn’t hesitate to make acquaintances with complete strangers on whim. Kindness is in his blood, and one can just as often see him taking time out of his day to help people he has just met as they can find him actually doing his job. Cheer and well-being simply permeate his being, and he does not seem to understand the concept of acting only for oneself.
That being said, he can also be a bit childish and even lazy at times. His inability to take things seriously at most times can be rather annoying , even obnoxious, to those that have to work with him on a daily basis, and the fact that he has been known to wander off to nap in the middle of the afternoon doesn’t help his case. When questioned about either of these things, he tends to brush the former off while stating that the latter is an important part of the day. It is one of the few times that he can be insufferable and stubborn to a fault, refusing do anything during his afternoon siestas.
One should not forget that he is still an empire however, and in as much should be treated with the same caution and respect that his station deserves. While it may seem as though he is merely someone who is all cheer and harmlessness, nothing could be further from the truth. He may prefer to keep things simple to make life easier, he is not a simple man, nor is he anyone to be underestimated. Though he has settled from his inquisition days, he still possesses the ability to be just as cold hearted as he was during that time, though certainly he does not prefer this. It is worth noting, however, that he is not someone who should be taken lightly.
HISTORY:
- 197 BC Roman government is attempted in Hispania.
- 1478 Spanish Inquisition founded.
- 1492 Spain finally becomes an independent nation.
- 1493 Spanish colonization of the Americas begins.
- 1588 The Spanish Armada is defeated in the English Channel during the Anglo-Spanish War.
- 1701-1714 War of the Spanish Succession; Imperio Español declines with the loss of many of its territories.
WHAT YOU GO BY: Cen
YEARS RPING: Buh…six years?
RP EXAMPLE:
Sometimes it was hard accept that life was as strange as it really was. The last few years had been chaotic…so very chaotic, and frankly all he wanted to do was rest. There had been too much war, too much death, and it was tearing him apart slowly but surely. For all of his claims to cruelties in his younger years, Antonio found that he was tired of such things now, that he wished to just be done with all of the strife. He had been around for so long…so, so long, and though he was still young in body, mentally he was far wiser than any of the men that surrounded him.
There were times that he wondered if other nations ever felt as he did: world worn and weary from all of the constant struggle. Certainly they couldn’t be immune from the fatigue and misery that accumulated over the decades. No…it couldn’t be just him. It was a conundrum though, odd to think about the fact that the people he knew perhaps he didn’t know at all. Did Arthur really enjoy his piracy, or was it something that had been forced on him? Was Francis really satisfied with how he was seen, or was it just an act he put on? What of little Lovnio, was he happy? So many questions to answer, and never any way to find out if his assumptions were correct. Reality was what they had made it, but was it really what anyone actually desired?
He shook his head, trying to chase the thoughts away as he looked out the window. It was nice to be back home, back on his land, the soil that represented his flesh and blood. Though his men may have become homesick when they were at sea, Antonio always figured that their worry and pining was never as sweet as his own. Human beings could never know the sensation of being separated from themselves, of being in two places at once. Even when he was exploring the new world, there was still an itch in the back of his mind that alerted him to plots and subterfuge within his monarchy. An ache in his bones would tell him that the land was stricken with blight…it was a sensation as old as he could remember.
Given the chance, he wondered what it would be like to have been born human. Certainly they were small, fragile things, with short live and bodies that seemed to be made of glass. They were like ants to Nationkind, scurrying along in a daily struggle to survive, but Antonio had always liked them. He tried not to put himself on a pedestal, to see himself as nothing more than one of them, despite his age-old wisdom and obviously inhuman physicality. He had worked alongside them in the fields, picking tomatoes with a bright grin and quick hand, he had fought alongside them in war, grim faced and bloody. He shared in their triumphs and their tragedies, because when it came down to it, he was them, was the sum of all of their feelings and emotions and hopes and dreams.
It was a bittersweet thing, to know that perhaps the thoughts in your head were not your own, but instead influenced by those around you. Had he decided to pursue it further, the great Spanish empire was sure that he probably would have gone mad long ago. Instead though, he chose not worry over it. After all, he had lived a thousand years and he would live a thousand more, there would be plenty of time to ponder things later.