Sons of Satan (Hetalia RP) Open!

[Paul Stamets]

I'm literally mostly composed of British Irish Welsh and Scottish. My Irish-ness sure shows, I have like albino-pale skin..))

Tino blinked. "You look a bit scared. Are you alright?" he asked her with a frown, where as his eyes lit up. Ooooh she realized, he could see it on her face. This'll get interesting fast.

Awww Night!))

"Oh well that's good then." Matthew said, smiling lightly. "Eh? Oh well, I was just asked to bring in the information by a certain time and it's getting close to that time, so I think he'd be mad if I was late." But it'd be rude to abandon Francis. So he's at a lose-lose situation right nw.

[Zaphod Riker]

Jadenne immediately tries to flee, accidentally running towards the park and hiding. She knew she wasn't supposed to be this far, but ignored warnings and came anyway. Now she realized her mistake.

[Paul Stamets]

Tino's hand lashes out and snatches the back of her collar before she manages to get away. He let out a laugh, which sounded like a giggle of sorts. "Come on now, you didn't really think you could just run away, did you?" He asked her cheerfully. "It would be rude of me to not invite a guest over to my house! So why don't we go back to my place? It'd be a lot easier if you just came with me willingly you know."

[Zaphod Riker]

Jadenne forces a smile. "Oh no no. I'm a terrible house guest... Why not just let me go?" She says, trembling.

[trivium]

{ Note; I drew this for a different Hetalia roleplay, so he's in his usual Confederate uniform, but I can draw another for this roleplay's reference if needed. }
'Y'know.. only five out of six people enjoy Russian Roulette.'

Name: Elijah Smith. ( Georgia of the US. )
Alias: Diamondback.
Region: Permission to join the Toxicos Ordnance?
Gender: Male.
Age: 20 years.

Position in gang: Assassin.
Nature of your job: Elijah has no problem with putting an enemy down, or one in the way that stands of the enemy for that matter. He was raised this way, and it only furthered this when he joined his platoon in the army.
Weapon of choice: He usually tends to use a P210 9mm pistol, but since he may be an assassin in the region he's looking to join, a Knights SR-25 rifle for better chance of picking off the targets when needed.
Method of killing: Quick and clean. He hates to leave a horrible scene, and always tries his best to make sure there is as less of a mess, which means less evidence.
Other jobs: He serves as a part-time sniper in the military when the gang doesn't need him; also working odd jobs if the military has no good missions for him.

Background: He was born into a strict family that certainly brought him up a bit harshly, but he loved them all the same. During his child years, he spent a lot of time hunting with his father, or playing with BB guns; whatever a normal boy would like to do. He also had a knack for chess, and loved to play it. When he grew older, his father wanted him to be in the army, so naturally he joined. He was sent into a very harsh platoon, and this is why he doesn't take any threat lightly, and is why he can withstand a lot more than he normally could be able to.

Personality: He tends to be slightly arrogant towards others, but knows when to pick his battles. He tends to think things through, despite his arrogance, and loves to have a good time. It takes a lot to earn his trust though, despite his easy-going attitude. He also doesn't take threats lightly, so watch out.

Appearance: Approximately 6'0 in height, having lanky build. His hair is rather somewhat shaggy, unkempt, and is a rusty-chestnut brown in color, and his eyes are a deep blue. He is usually seen with a pale gray coat sporting a red collar, a brown leather belt, casual blue jeans, and with black leather boots.

Relationships: None, as far as he's concerned.

Likes:
- Large dogs.
- Daily target practice.
- Any type of bourbon, or moonshine.
- Snakes, from which his name 'Diamondback' comes from ( Eastern Diamondback Rattler. )
- Country and acoustic music, from which he sometimes plays his own music occasionally.

Dislikes:
- Rude people that are terse with him.
- Politics, or even discussing them.
- People that are annoying, or just plain stubborn to not see the other side of things.
- Long waits for things that shouldn't take long at all.
- Pointless disputes over nothing.

Hobbies:
- Marksmanship/Hunting.
- Playing acoustic guitar.
- Chess.
- Tinkering and/or repairing machinery.

Quirks/Pet Peeves:
- When people talk too quiet.
- Sterotypes.
- Someone complaining or griping about something childish near or to him.
- When it rains and the bottoms of his jeans get wet.

Roleplay sample:
A tall, masculine figure, cloaked in the shadows of the alleyway, was leaning against the brick wall with his arms crossed; in a somewhat leisurely posture, yet it seemed as if he were waiting for something, or someone. He lifted his head slightly, a splash of light from the entrance of the narrow place where he stood. He looked to the entrance, only to see the same thing he has been seeing for half an hour or so. After waiting for twenty more minutes, he just scowled and gave up waiting, striding out of the alleyway with a grumbling sigh. Was there a delay in his schedule? He would've called me, if so.. he thought, his scowl smoothing out, but not dissapearing entirely as he crossed the street, ignoring a car horn blaring at him as he stepped onto the other side of the curb.

Roleplayer: M a p l e L e a f

[Paul Stamets]

((You don't need another picture, and it all looks good, except for his job in the military. I don't think it'd be possible for him to be part of a gang and the military, I don't know a lot about military, but well, I just don't think it'd work out, since they both would require him to possibly go on long missions and if they contradicted, both would expect them to be put first and it could be suspicious if he didn't go and just all this stuff could happen.))

"But I can't do that!" Tino said. "That wouldn't be very nice of me. Come on now, you don't want to make this harder than it has to be, do you?" Even with one hand gripped tightly on her collar still, he held his other hand out to her, inviting her to take it.

[Zaphod Riker]

Jadenne shivers, frowning and taking his hand hesitantly. Her mind raced with all the possible consequences.

[Paul Stamets]

His grip around her hand was like iron, as he released her collar. "Great! Let's get going then." He started walking off, taking her with him. Hana trotted along at Jadenne's other side, looking happy and cute as ever.

[Zaphod Riker]

Jadenne looks at the doggie with distain, rather unhappy and feeling scared. "I-where are we going?" She asks, not catching it the first time.

[Paul Stamets]

"My house! We'll have a nice talk there. Or rather, I have to go to work, so you'll probably talk with someone else." He said, continuing along the path back towards the Kohler Mansion. Oh she was such a young looking girl too, it's so sad to see people stuck in this business when they have no real reason to be here.