Post by Andrei Lupescu on Mar 1, 2012 23:26:21 GMT -5
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*ANDREICAROLLUPESCU,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M TC AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 10 YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT CHATANGO OR ASK FOR SKYPE AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/i] lie about. You can always expect an honest opinion from the man if its a negative one.
FULL NAME Andrei Carol Lupescu
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Romania
AGE 18
GRADE Junior
OCCUPATION Florist
SEXUALITY Bisexual
BIRTHDAY December 1st
SCHEDULE ENG202 (Honors), ENG402 (Honors), HST202, MTH122, SCI202
Theatre Production, Physical Education, Weightlifting
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
DISLIKES
STRENGTHS
- Physical strength and endurance; he’s a rather robust specimen.
- Gardening. While most would never think Andrei to be into such a thing.. His thumb is one of the greenest out there, and he loves what he does.
- Pickpocketing; you should always count your change and belongings when he’s around. Even more so if he doesn’t like you.
WEAKNESSES
- Oral fixation. Andrei has it. Keep your hands away.
- Andrei is very fond of the cold. Cold weather, cold/frozen food, ice/icecubes, snow, cold surfaces.. He’s just always been very...very..fond of such things.
- He's rather distrustful of medicine and medical treatments; even the simplest of first aid. Preferring the more 'natural' way of healing.
PERSONALITY
On another note, he is a hopeless romantic. He loves anything related to the idea of romance and, like girls, spends a good bit of his time fantasizing about it. Classic fairy tales and stories of the lengths people will go to for love and for each other, have always been his favorite. He admires how these fantastical lovers can just throw everything away, all for the chance to be together. Andrei’s always enjoyed reading, this is a well known fact. But What people don’t often know about him, is that he doesn’t own a single book that isn’t a romance once. Well, beside a few agricultural and history books. He also likes love songs; both the classics and even some of the newer genres on occasion, depending on how much he likes the lyrics. Regardless of age, or his personality or past.. The concept of true love and the steadfast belief that it exists is something he can never bring himself to let go of.
To those who actually take the time to get to know him somewhat.. They will discover a surprisingly childish -both in attitude and mannerisms- side of him. What his little sibling often claims is what he’s trying to cover up with his normally gruff, greedy nature. He becomes very fascinated with things that interest him, and gets almost as excited as a kid in a candy store, when given the opportunity to learn more about it. The rare moments when he’s genuinely honest, people often misunderstand as sarcasm; they’re usually unused to supposed sincerity and borderline naivety from the Romanian, that people often assume it to be biting sarcasm. What they’re missing.. is that he’s mostly just an over-sized puppy that acts like a vicious guard-dog whose bark is worse than his bite. One still shouldn’t offer him their unguarded finger, however.[/ul]
HISTORY
RP EXAMPLE
King..Carol.. Romania thought to himself as he stared down at the ring on his finger. It hadn’t been there very long.. And he wasn’t quite sure why he was the one to wear it; considering his new King was Germany’s Prince. But whenever he caught site of its gleam from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but feel this surge of overwhelming pride and warm-fuzzy feeling. Despite his confusion on it, he was honored to be the one to wear it on his finger; honored to be one to serve his new boss. Especially since he had turned to be such a devoted person. When he first heard his new King was one of Germany’s people and not one of his own, he absolutely hated the idea. It was his government! There should be a Romanian King! Not this..this German one! He must be a terrible person, Germany, one to just intrude on someone else’s government and let one of his leaders rule there.
But he was wrong; and oh so happy to be. When he first met King Carol, though he didn’t speak, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to; he was absolutely stunned to silence at how..Calming and warm his presence was. This was the German Prince? This was the terrible person Germany had sent to him? This was the one taking the place of his leader, that belonged to a true Romanian? Never before had he ever been so happy and grateful to be wrong, though he was still confused at how such a person could actually be what he was. Romania didn’t question it, however. Instead, he silently went down on one knee and bowed his head, murmuring out a faint “Thank you for my King, Germany..” And though he never spoke it out loud to anyone else, in his heart he already felt this incredible gratefulness to his fellow nation. He knew he wasn’t doing it just for his sake, exactly, but he was surprisingly grateful for such a competent, promising leader.
A soft, wispy chuckle escaped the man’s lips as he twirled a lock of hair around his fingers, “Love at first sight?” Romania asked himself as he gazed out at the vegetable gardens that surrounded his little table out behind his home, “Nu, nu, not exactly..” He responded, though a faint, bemused smile played across his lips, barely exposing those pointed fangs. It was more than that, far more. From him, he’d found a great leader. Someone that, after years of struggling, finally helped his to gain his full independence and fix his economy; and this easily made him one of the happiest people in the world. Though he rarely smiled in public, whenever he was around his King he’d let just a small, happy one shine forth, as he was practically the only one who could him to do so. Both for all he had done for him and for the one he had come from. Even just thinking about him often brought a smile to his face. The other nations around his, though.. Not so much.
Though Romania didn’t not get along with any of them.. He’s just never been much of a people person. And some of their personalities.. He didn’t dislike them.. Okay, he flat out hated most of them. The only reason he even bothered to associate with most of them, was for his people’s sake. In an alternate reality, he wouldn’t have anything to do with them, was his viewpoint. And they were so loud and obnoxious! Like children! Though it occasionally sparked his dormant paternal instincts, it was just a nuisance otherwise. Romania’s crinkled his nose as he continued to ponder over his annoying neighbors; he’d just gone and ruined his own good mood. With a small huff, he pushed herself up from the chair, flicked his ribbons that hung from his hat over his shoulder and headed back inside; he could use a nice glass of ţuica now.
But he was wrong; and oh so happy to be. When he first met King Carol, though he didn’t speak, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to; he was absolutely stunned to silence at how..Calming and warm his presence was. This was the German Prince? This was the terrible person Germany had sent to him? This was the one taking the place of his leader, that belonged to a true Romanian? Never before had he ever been so happy and grateful to be wrong, though he was still confused at how such a person could actually be what he was. Romania didn’t question it, however. Instead, he silently went down on one knee and bowed his head, murmuring out a faint “Thank you for my King, Germany..” And though he never spoke it out loud to anyone else, in his heart he already felt this incredible gratefulness to his fellow nation. He knew he wasn’t doing it just for his sake, exactly, but he was surprisingly grateful for such a competent, promising leader.
A soft, wispy chuckle escaped the man’s lips as he twirled a lock of hair around his fingers, “Love at first sight?” Romania asked himself as he gazed out at the vegetable gardens that surrounded his little table out behind his home, “Nu, nu, not exactly..” He responded, though a faint, bemused smile played across his lips, barely exposing those pointed fangs. It was more than that, far more. From him, he’d found a great leader. Someone that, after years of struggling, finally helped his to gain his full independence and fix his economy; and this easily made him one of the happiest people in the world. Though he rarely smiled in public, whenever he was around his King he’d let just a small, happy one shine forth, as he was practically the only one who could him to do so. Both for all he had done for him and for the one he had come from. Even just thinking about him often brought a smile to his face. The other nations around his, though.. Not so much.
Though Romania didn’t not get along with any of them.. He’s just never been much of a people person. And some of their personalities.. He didn’t dislike them.. Okay, he flat out hated most of them. The only reason he even bothered to associate with most of them, was for his people’s sake. In an alternate reality, he wouldn’t have anything to do with them, was his viewpoint. And they were so loud and obnoxious! Like children! Though it occasionally sparked his dormant paternal instincts, it was just a nuisance otherwise. Romania’s crinkled his nose as he continued to ponder over his annoying neighbors; he’d just gone and ruined his own good mood. With a small huff, he pushed herself up from the chair, flicked his ribbons that hung from his hat over his shoulder and headed back inside; he could use a nice glass of ţuica now.
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