Post by z_faecakes on Aug 28, 2010 21:05:26 GMT -5
Name: Vash Zwingli
Country/ Code Name: Switzerland
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Military
What ship would you like to join? Continuing to serve under the IHA Berliner
Ship Positions: Gunner and Navigatour
Likes:
- Fair fights; fighting in general
- Cooking
- Order. One needs control in their lives. You cannot have success with havoc.
- Money. Having wealth, is having stability
- Honour and respectability
- Loyalty
- The law
- Guns. (come on seriously)
Dislikes:
- Pirates
- People slacking off
- Disobeying and unfaithful people
- Unfinished things
- Pillaging, plundering, and general criminal activity
- People who think they are above others
- Disrespectful and immature behaviour
Job Skills: A remarkable shot, some may even be as bold to say surreal. He has a gift for military tactics and strategic planning as well. Even in the skies, those who know the land have the advantage. Vash is a strong fighter, and is determined to win the battle upon pain of death or the withdrawl of his commander. Vash also seems to have a good sense of budget handling, advising (when appropriate) where money should be distributed in response to current needs. He’s also not to bad with a wrench and sautering gun, being able to fix and or improve much of his own equipment when budget and time allows.
Personality and short background:
Personality: When people first get a glance of Switzerland their initial concept would run along the lines of harsh and intimidating. Always quick to retort, and speak his mind direct the Swiss native is a man of power and control. In this day and age, in order to survive, you would have to be strong. The weak never survive and Vash finds them one of the greatest embarrassments to the world… or at least he’d like to. Given his strong foundation growing up, even when he desperately desires to he cannot overlook the weak and injured. He was never able to.
Switzerland is not solely the heartless man other’s perceive him as. Though he’d refuse to admit it, it is simply a defense. He’s never been good at social interactions and these insecurities involving them back him into a corner, making him lash out with his fierce temper to protect himself. This fierce temper can sometimes take a physical form if he has access to a gun—shooting down his opposition. This becomes especially apparent if being questioned about his past. Due to the trauma he suffered during a noted pirate raid, Vash has become insecure and fearful of getting close to anyone for fear of having it taken away from him again. There are even limitations with Liechtenstein now born from the incident, that force him to get flustered easily and shy away. The only difference with his sister that differs from others, is he shares the same tragic event with her, and he refuses to see her have to walk the same hardships as he did in order to survive.
Beside his own personal vendetta with Lili, Switzerland’s first, and sole focus is his job. Without his service to the IHA Berliner, he wouldn’t even be alive, and feels indebted to Germany and the government as a whole for this reason. As well, due to his upbringing, Vash also feels a strong sense to follow in his family’s footsteps. Having lost them so young, he desires to keep their legacy alive, even if it’s through his own body and motives. He has no confliction with this path of life, and is determined to walk it on his own two feet. Rarely does he ever put aside his goals for his own selfish impulses and desires, he feels such is nearly sin. Some may perceive the Swiss as stuck up and unyielding, but that’s for them to decide. To Vash, he is simply hard working and loyal.
Having been born with so little assets himself, Vash has learned to live frugally. Saving money is one of the highest of virtues, and he can’t stand seeing it go to waste, even on something as simple as food and clothing. Being raised alone after the pirate raid, it taught Vash only to get by with the barest necessities and do whatever it took to make an honest living for himself. His parents gave him strong sense of the rights and wrongs of living life, and he has followed them true even in their absence.
Background: (using some of this from the previous Switzerland in order to keep things running smoothely)
Vash had lead a peaceful life until 2 years ago. He grew up in Switzerland close to the mountains. He lived there with his younger sister and parents. His father has taught Vash what was expected of him as a man, how to provide for himself and a future family, how to save money, how to defend your home. His mother taught him etiquette, and even a few home cooking and sewing techniques just in case. Vash’s father found it degrading, but Vash took a small liking to it--- the cooking at least. The family he grew up in was neither rich, nor poor, they were their own and made their own living. It wasn’t until his father got a noted position in the accounting and banking industry did Vash truly begin to see the world beyond his yard. He took a fascination to the modernization of the city. Engines hissing out steam, guns crafted with the finest of metals… even airships in their majestic glory at the docks.
An unfortunate day then ended up shaking the tiny Swiss family’s world forever. Vash, his mother, and sister Lili had been out in town shopping. Vash was finally stepping into the world of accounting as a young apprentice, and the day couldn’t have been more gratifying for him. He was finally moving up from being the child, to being the respected son—the heir. As the sun had begun setting, they went to the bank to greet his father, Vash dressed esteem in his new suit he’d been saving for. It was then when a raid of pirates stormed the city, burning and ransacking nearly all of it to the ground. They had slaughtered anyone who protested. And in the havoc of it all, Vash lost his world; his parents being killed before him, and his sister being taken away with a sword to her throat. The memory of that event still scars him to this day, even with a physical ‘X’ mark on his back, left as a parting gift in his rebel against the marauders.
From there, he had to rebuild from nothing. His home, his family, his life, it was completely gone. He made an oath then to himself, not to die before he would get his sister back. For months, he went scrounging for food, living in a make shift shelter of the wreckage until he came across banners of the military. He was young… be recruitment standards, but he thought he’d give it a try. His first, having been unsuccessful simply due in part to the fact he was not of age. Instead, he watched the others perform, studying what he’d have to aspire to, for he could not fail. Failing, meant certain starvation and eventually death, with a broken promise. When he turned 17 the Swiss native tried out again, earning outstanding marks in his performance due to his rigorous self training. It had been in this time as well, he’d found his love for guns again. A weapon so intimidating, and yet so simple in design, he felt a connection to it, and surely, it’d be a force to reckon with the tarnished blades of a pirate. After his display of brains, and bronze, Vash was hired to the IHA Berlin and began serving under Germany. His loyalty, and hard efforts on the field, earned him high recognition and a solid reputation as he slowly began moving up in the ranks. He has no aspirations to become a captain, nor a military general though. His only aspiration remains to find his sister and seek revenge on the same flag that had destroyed his world.
The whereabouts of his sister had still been unknown until recently when Vash had discovered her in a small shop in town when the IHA made port. The meeting brought him to his knees and a relief washed over him. At last, Lili was safe, Vash knew now… that she was safe. Only one thing now remained, revenge against the pirates.
Other: < none for now c: If there is something that pops up, I’ll be sure to make note of it in here c: >
RP sample: < I decided to just use a world war II esque post from another forum I’m on. I hope this works. For you c: >
He swore to god it was the same every time. Every single time his neighbours went to war, Switzerland always got hell for it. The economies around him would falter, some would collapse, and then his trade would be affected. If it weren't for his exports of weaponry and dairy products, Vash would be virtually broke. Even his banks weren't doing as well these days. Who had the money to afford the high praised Swiss banks, when they were spending all their money just to keep a light on with bread to feed their family? The numbers expressed in his economic documents kept the Swiss nation up at night with worry--- but he wouldn't show it. He had to remain strong, and he would. Not only for Liechtenstein, but for himself. The strong, unshakable Swiss Confederation that had always stuck to its guns... this was the image he'd die maintaining.
Gazing over the stock in the aisles of the grocer's mart, Vash could feel his stomach rumble with want. He'd been reduced to having only two meals a day, to suffer as his people did. Switzerland wasn't hurting like some of the other nations were, but nor was he at the zenith of economic bliss.
He lifted free a budget sheet from his pocket, skimming down his numbers to his total for the week to spend.
"Only 80 francs..." Vash sighed looking down at the cheeses, "...Guess I'll even have to pass that up this week," he mumbled to himself looking to his hand basket of already acquired groceries.
In the cart lay a litre of goat's milk, one loaf of bread, a kilo of cheap ham, and a few vegetables. Anything sweet was out of the question.
Lifting the list back up, Vash flipped the small parchment over in his hands and crossed of cheese with a pen.
"So next we have... flour. I don't want to cut that... Baking is probably one of the few stress-free things we have left to do at my house,” Switzerland ran a gloved hand through his hair, biting his bottom lip.
Looking at all the groceries, it was probably going to consume at least half of the money he had to spend for the month, and he still needed to buy some new parts for his guns. If he couldn’t make them, he couldn’t sell them. Vash was fed up with this, people couldn’t live under this kind of stress and neither could he. How could anyone live happily like this? Even if they went at war, everyone suffered. And yet people called Switzerland grumpy for it all.
Well… for now he’d figure out what parts he needed later. He didn’t like being away from Liechtenstein too long with threats of embargos by America being thrust in his face, as well as Germany and Russia knocking on his back door. Being away from his home any time, even if it was just for a moment was a moment his defenses were down, and anyone could try and take advantage of it. The proof of that still aggravated him from World War I.
OOC Information
Name: faecakes
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