↬ project resurrection [ hetalia rp ]

[Black-Cat771]

[*claps* people are so good at thinking - i also finished canada's profile - i added a few interesting abilities i thought he'd have, and has the possibility of causing drama / an interesting mini/side plot/story :3]

[lukas_stop]

『 Francis Bonnefoy ▸ Age 26 ▸ Generation one ▸ French 』
›Ｐｒｏｆｉｌｅ Ｌｏａｄｅｄ ‹

『Ａｂｉｌｉｔｅｓ 』
Due to long-term testing, Francis' powers are of a flame and light relations. However, most of these are rather simple. Francis has the capability of shooting sparks through his hands, and occasionally a small flame in his palm. Because of this, he is usually told that he feels "hot" or "warm" ( temperature wise...). This feeling is simply a chemical reaction, which allows for the flame sparks to occur. The reaction is rather weak, for Francis doesn't really like to practice this ability of his. His attitude does not stop the reaction from randomly occuring.

『Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ』
Francis is a rather kindhearted fellow. Although he tends to act bold, Francis is very quick to avoid a fight. Francis is one to keep everyone calm in a situation. When provoked in an argument, Francis will usually use the opportunity to let out any anger that he has, until he calms down and tries to end the argument.
Francis can easily feel lonely, which is why he tends to act rather friendly towards others. He isn't afraid to step out of his comfort zone to do or say something.

『Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ ａｎｄ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ』
[There are a few I have in mind but I would like to request permission from the roleplayers before placing anything here]

『Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇｓ』
[Pm me if interested. However, I don't mind doing a FRUK pairing.]


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『Ｌａｓｔ Ｍｅｓｓａｇｅ』
Merci Beaucoup Ludwig for letting me join~
and I apologize if I veer away from his original personality. It might change as the roleplay goes on .w.

[zombles]

[ the front page is up to date- so everyone so far is accepted :)! since we have a couple of forms in and ready, if you're all comfortable enough, we can start roleplaying. i also added location and what it all looks like. i will proofread it tomorrow, my apologies. ]

[sirène]

(I'm finally done England's form, its back on the front page. I was in a rush to get it done so it's not the most fancy form but whatever x3)

[vacant.]

(( @Ludwig. I can start whenever you're ready. ))

[0000007]

{{ I can start whenever as well... I'm just not sure how exactly I should start though //shot }}

[lukas_stop]

{{ I'm ready but I might reply late because i'm doing a few other role plays and time zones can be confusing }}

[zombles]

[ i'll write a starter asap since i'm a little distract! my apologies! ]

[zombles]

Ludwig was used to this schedule by now. Honestly, who wouldn't? This was the place he could only call home, his only memory spanning up till he was five years old, the friendly faces of the doctors now gone sour by what he realized to be unnatural and the testing which could be utterly cruel sometimes, like this time. It wasn't Ludwig's fault for his abilities- he didn't enjoy sitting in a concrete room surrounded by things to trigger him to do something that the scientists would count as 'supernatural'. It was just a game of cat and mouse, and the blond was sure he hated it by now. Being twenty-two, he had gotten a pretty good grip on his powers but since he was o-kay, that meant his testers knew just exactly how to get him to do what they wanted.
Thankfully, the day of pain of sitting and having his mind under constant strain came to the end. Ludwig wasn't the most social building, but when given the opportunity to wander around the building was alright with him. He needed to have the chance to walk besides the windows and stare out into the wilderness that lay beyond. Only if he could run. If only he could run. Slipping his hands into his pockets, Ludwig pushed open the door to his living quarters and out into the hallway. He wasn't sure if anyone was out yet, but by the guards standing in front of the door it didn't seem like many were out, otherwise they would be wandering. He sighed, biting down on his lip and started looking for a familiar face.

[vacant.]

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Name; Alfred
Age; Twenty-two
Generation II
Form
Tags; None

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Exhausted. Thats all he ever felt was exhausted. Exhausted of using every bit of his energy to struggle and to fight. You might think he would've gave up after years and years of going threw this torture, but no. As the years went on, he started to fight more and more. Soon it started to ware out. Each day is the same and he couldn't change it. He eventually realized that. No doubt he still puts up a fight but he doesn't put that much effort into it anymore. Each day came more and more dull as the years dragged on. Eventually he just accepted his fate, of course, not without making it hell for the scientists. He would go into energy spurts. one day he would full on fight for long ranges of time and the next day he just let them take him. He dreaded having to sit for hours in a room filled with random objects and obstacles. Finally the time was over. even though it was the same routine everyday, he got to get out of that horrid room and wander around the building. maybe even run into someone. He trudged into the hall way, his shoulders slumped slightly. He just completely ignored the guards and began to shuffle threw the halls, glancing out the window every now and then.