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Applications are processed every Saturday. To make sure your application is processed please submit it by 11:59 PM Saturday at the latest. Please check the Taken Characters list and the Reserves page before applying.Currently we accept any canon as long as there is an English translation (fan translations qualify) OCs are not currently accepted Real life figures must be from a scripted canon, not real life (ex. you may not app Thomas Jefferson straight from history, but you may app him from the musical 1776) We accept both Hetalia and Nyotalia characters. The requirement for each is that they have an official design by Himaruya and either one line in a strip or at least two sentences of notes from Himaruya. In Hetalia and Nyotalia apps we're looking for at least one paragraph of the personality section (four sentences) dedicated to canon traits as seen through strips, audio dramas, anime episodes and notes from Himaruya. For characters with sparse information you may extrapolate details from their official design or the situations they're found in in canon. For vocaloids we require at least two major songs to be linked and discussed in the personality section (ex. discussing what side of Luka Megurine's personality Just Be Friends shows). Currently we only accept official vocaloids. We also accept PV vocaloids such as the Of Evil series, but this is a case by case basis, if you're not certain please don't be afraid to ask for clarification on the Suggestion Box page
APPLICATION
First Person Questionnaire
If you wish to fill out a questionnaire for your first person sample, please chose only 5-8 questions from the list below. Pick questions that help reflect your characters personality, while still meeting the 10 sentence requirement.
To give potential players a feel for what we're looking for, moderation has linked the following accepted applications (with player permission):Amelia Peabody Emerson
england x hetalia x reserved
REVISION
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Arthur skips stones on an old lake. The shoreline is a little different than what it was when he was small--maybe a few feet of difference all the way 'round--but the surrounding countryside is much as it was hundreds of years ago. He'll stretch his legs on walks like this or he'll catch the attention of the spirits living in the water and should they not answer, he leaves them a gift before parting, or he'll stay, sitting and waiting by the water's edge.
During good times or bad his friends were there, but even that was a reflection of, if England gave it proper thought, a double-edged punishment delivered to him by means of the fact that he exists.
The lake is silent. No answer yet, not even a whisper from the trees on the rolling sweet wind that's blowing waves and gentle ripped across the water.
He waits patiently, though that patience is ebbing away far more quickly than the shoreline ever has.
Those creatures of myth and legend, ancient and young and shrouded in mist, beaded in sunlight, they're part of him. They're part of every nation he thinks, and to ignore one's origins and those that walked before one's waking memory is to cut away a part of oneself… even if it's done without intent.
Usually the people simply forget, and the nations soon follow. His people haven't and so he remembers and sees and protects; Arthur refuses to grow up in that aspect. The rebellious stubborn streak pinning memories and emotions to the flow of culture that gives him life and which he guides, it serves as a constant reminder of duty and the nature of the land and people within his borders.
How could he forget? Why would he?
The lake is still quiet. The old spirit might be growing weak, may be falling dormant as many of the others have done. They recede, no longer acknowledged by the world and those that inhabit it as mortals. Balance fades and so do they-- the tie between the tangible and the mysteries of the fog, wind and shade, it unravels and decays until there is nothing left. And then they sleep; England's friends, dwellers of the forest, of the earth and sea and rivers and fields. The vestiges of his origins where his empire was composed of names and places so foreign.
Invasions brought changes to his land and people and he'd taken them in time and again--had tried to purge them when they'd become his; and then he'd spread his reach across the planet. Like a plague some would think--but the point was, to cut away the supposedly childish reminders of his youth, of ties to his family--however much he hated them--it was unthinkable. They helped him survive, to remain strong; as flighty and mischievous as they can be, England's fae are his… and seeing the life fade from them, watching them recede from the world is enough to drag him further into a somber mood.
Fading from life and fickle even while thriving, that very uncertainty being a foundation for England's closest friendships is that double-edged blade running him through. It speaks for his entire life and every relationship branching across his history. Maybe, if he felt particularly forgiving of himself, it speaks for his loyalty and perseverance.
Maybe.
Yet in the absence of a response, Arthur finds himself feeling less a country in this modern era and more a spurned friend. Old, a bit lost, forgotten just like the rest of them.
"Like a divine bloody punishment," he murmurs aloud at no one in particular. He can't help but feel indignant as he turns from the rocky shore and treads toward the tree line. The tangled, green brush offers shelter from everything he doesn't want to think about.
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