Post by Iceland on Aug 26, 2012 13:47:37 GMT -5
Quote: "Were you expecting something?"
Name: Iceland, Emil Steilsson (Human name)
Age: 16-17
Show/Movie: Hetalia: World Series
appearance: Iceland is a teen of average height and build. He has silvery white hair, that is usually described as being "Bed-headed" and violet eyes. He sports a brown jacket, a white dress shirt and ribbon underneath, matching brown pants and white boots. He is almost always followed by his pet, Mr. Puffin who wears a red bow tie.
height: 5'7
weight: 125 lbs.
Personality: On the outside, Iceland appears to be calm, composed and rather distant and harsh to those he's not completely familiar with. Underneath this exterior, Iceland is quite hot-blooded and prone to impatience, a reference to his country's cold exterior and volcanic interior. He is also quite mature for his age and would rather preferred to be treated as an adult rather than a child. (Something the other Nordics pester him about.) He is also quite humble and is quite fon of licorice. His pet bird. Mr. Puffin on the other hand is an Italian mobster like figure, who is loud mouth and prides himself in being cute.
History:Prior to meeting his other Nordic friends, Iceland lived alone on his cold, island home, till he was discovered as a toddler by a then viking, Norway. Norway raised Iceland and viewed him as a younger brother. He grew up with the other Nordic countries, serving as country and what not. It was one day, that he discovered that he was in fact, Norway's true brother. (After a DNA test of course.) Despite, being close to the older country, he is a bit in denial about Norway being his brother. Lately he has been wondering why there is a lack of tourists visiting his home.
What are you: Detective
Protected/Targeted: N/A
Sample Post: The Icelandic teen bent over a bit too see the small trail of blood that had been paved against the concrete. "Hmm, interesting." He though to himself as he studied the red substance. Due to it's size he could tell that it wasn't murder, but still something did happen here, he just had to find out what.
"Oi, Ice are ya done yet? I'm starvin!" Iceland's bird, Mr. Puffin exclaimed in his Italian mobster accent.
Iceland looked over to his pet with an annoyed expression. "Can you wait a few minutes? First I have to see if I can get a sample of this blood, then I have to bring it back to the police station for examination." He replied in his Icelandic accent.
"Yeah, yeah, whateva," The Arctic bird replied, rolling his eyes as he landed on his master's head. "Just hurry up, alright?"
"All these years...." The adolescent thought to himself, picking up some blood, trying to remember how he was able to put up with the bird all these years. True, he was loud, annoying and prideful, but he was extremely loyal to Iceland. Iceland still remembered when he was a toddler and discovered the puffin's egg in an abandoned nest. His older brother, Norway told him to put it back where it belonged, but the young Iceland insisted that he kept and raised the puffling when it hatched and here he was today.
When he was done with his sample gathering, Iceland put it in a small plastic bag and looked at Mr. Puffin resting on his head. "There were done." He simply stated.
"Finally! C'mon let's get outta here." Mr. Puffin said as he flew off of Iceland's head.
"Hmm, all these years." He thought to himself once more, following his pet.
Name: Iceland, Emil Steilsson (Human name)
Age: 16-17
Show/Movie: Hetalia: World Series
appearance: Iceland is a teen of average height and build. He has silvery white hair, that is usually described as being "Bed-headed" and violet eyes. He sports a brown jacket, a white dress shirt and ribbon underneath, matching brown pants and white boots. He is almost always followed by his pet, Mr. Puffin who wears a red bow tie.
height: 5'7
weight: 125 lbs.
Personality: On the outside, Iceland appears to be calm, composed and rather distant and harsh to those he's not completely familiar with. Underneath this exterior, Iceland is quite hot-blooded and prone to impatience, a reference to his country's cold exterior and volcanic interior. He is also quite mature for his age and would rather preferred to be treated as an adult rather than a child. (Something the other Nordics pester him about.) He is also quite humble and is quite fon of licorice. His pet bird. Mr. Puffin on the other hand is an Italian mobster like figure, who is loud mouth and prides himself in being cute.
History:Prior to meeting his other Nordic friends, Iceland lived alone on his cold, island home, till he was discovered as a toddler by a then viking, Norway. Norway raised Iceland and viewed him as a younger brother. He grew up with the other Nordic countries, serving as country and what not. It was one day, that he discovered that he was in fact, Norway's true brother. (After a DNA test of course.) Despite, being close to the older country, he is a bit in denial about Norway being his brother. Lately he has been wondering why there is a lack of tourists visiting his home.
What are you: Detective
Protected/Targeted: N/A
Sample Post: The Icelandic teen bent over a bit too see the small trail of blood that had been paved against the concrete. "Hmm, interesting." He though to himself as he studied the red substance. Due to it's size he could tell that it wasn't murder, but still something did happen here, he just had to find out what.
"Oi, Ice are ya done yet? I'm starvin!" Iceland's bird, Mr. Puffin exclaimed in his Italian mobster accent.
Iceland looked over to his pet with an annoyed expression. "Can you wait a few minutes? First I have to see if I can get a sample of this blood, then I have to bring it back to the police station for examination." He replied in his Icelandic accent.
"Yeah, yeah, whateva," The Arctic bird replied, rolling his eyes as he landed on his master's head. "Just hurry up, alright?"
"All these years...." The adolescent thought to himself, picking up some blood, trying to remember how he was able to put up with the bird all these years. True, he was loud, annoying and prideful, but he was extremely loyal to Iceland. Iceland still remembered when he was a toddler and discovered the puffin's egg in an abandoned nest. His older brother, Norway told him to put it back where it belonged, but the young Iceland insisted that he kept and raised the puffling when it hatched and here he was today.
When he was done with his sample gathering, Iceland put it in a small plastic bag and looked at Mr. Puffin resting on his head. "There were done." He simply stated.
"Finally! C'mon let's get outta here." Mr. Puffin said as he flew off of Iceland's head.
"Hmm, all these years." He thought to himself once more, following his pet.
