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omgliketotally) wrote2013-06-04 09:20 pm
omgliketotally) wrote2013-06-04 09:20 pm
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Application for My Little Jamjar
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Player Name: Ket
Player Journal: none
Age: Over 18
Contact: cognitiveleague at Plurk
Characters Played: none
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz (Poland)
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
OU/AU/OC: AU - Xavier's Institute
Canon Point: Beginning of summer 2013 (post-game)
History: (First part grabbed from XI app)
Feliks was born several years after the Iron Curtain fell, in the countryside of his father's hometown in Poland. His parents, both active Solidarność supporters, decided to move to Warszawa around the time he started school, for the sake of his education and his father's political career. An only child, he never quite learned how to play with other children. He always wanted to have friends, but when he tried to reach out, he pushed people away with his bossy, spoiled behavior. In the end, he usually wound up feeling lonelier and shyer than ever, withdrawing by and large into his own imagination and relying on bravado to get him by when he had to talk to other people. There were one or two other kids that he got along with, but they were a definite exception to the rule.
When he was ten, his father was assigned to a diplomatic position, and his family moved to America, settling in the suburbs outside Washington, DC. Feliks spoke about three phrases of English, all of them from watching too many Hollywood movies, which didn't so much help him make new friends. Even so, he had grown up with parents who loathed everything Russia represented to them, and the whole family wholeheartedly embraced the decadent West they'd been told to hate for so long. He did his best to learn the language, and to find a place for himself among his classmates.
Unfortunately for him, a couple of things happened. First of all, once he hit his double-digits, it suddenly stopped being so cute when he got into his mom's make-up and walked around in her heels. His parents and his priest made their feelings on the matter quite clearly known to him, so he tried to stop; the end result was a collection of skirts tucked under his mattress like they were hand-me-down Playboy magazines, and like, weeks' worth of Hail Marys.
Second, no matter how normal the clothes his parents bought him were, he found that being tiny, effeminate, loudmouthed, foreign, and largely without friends, he was still basically the ideal target for bullies. The adults he talked to were just absolutely no help--you're riling them up when you fight so stop trying, you should fight back harder, try not to draw so much attention to yourself... He withdrew socially, spending more and more time by himself. Who needed them anyway, right?
Then, midway through high school, his power began to manifest. First, he sort of thought he was going crazy--he'd always had an active imagination, yeah, but when his toys started acting like they were listening to him, or when the leaves he was trying to procrastinate his way out of raking turned into a flurry of butterflies, what else was he supposed to think? He tried to ignore it, mostly, until he accidentally did it in front of a friend, then set about testing his limits in secret.
The next time his bullies cornered him on the walk home, it was different. When they picked up stones to throw at him, they turned to pillows. That didn't stop them. Neither did the sticks that started writhing like snakes in their hands, but they started thinking twice when the shadows of the buildings nearby grew longer and darker, and when Feliks clambered onto a broken-down piece of machinery and turned it into a tank, they turned around and got out of there with amazing speed.
Victory was short-lived and came at a price. As their revenge, his bullies did the absolute worst thing you can do to a teenager: they told his parents. His parents, who were already working so hard to ignore so much about their son, weren't angry. No, of course they weren't angry, they were just disappointed, just worried about him, and had he tried praying about it? He should definitely try praying about it some more...
His parents resisted the idea of sending him away--they could send him to a new school nearby, they said, one where no one knew his name, and he could hide it, he could be normal... The truth was, though, he'd had enough of hiding, and normal, and people telling him he should be proud of everything except how he actually was. Screw that, you know? If he was going to get in trouble either way, he might as well have fun! He held his ground with his parents, and eventually, only child that he was, he got his way. He packed his suitcase, and was off to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning.
At XI, Feliks found something he'd never had before: people who were like him, people who understood what it felt like to hide a part of yourself and weren't having it anymore. In spite of the occasional mortal danger, he started to blossom, making new friends and getting involved in school and even in the political sphere.
His social circle widened significantly, but two friends in particular deserve a specific mention. Lorna Dane and Fai Flourite became his friends almost as soon as he met them, thanks to the common ground they shared (speaking Polish, for the former, and looking goddamn fantastic while crossdressing, for the latter.) In short order, he ended up promising Fai that they would stay with Lorna (Magneto's daughter and the heiress apparent of Genosha) and do their best to guide her towards good decisions. When they weren't all making unbelievably bad decisions together, that was--like, for example, throwing underage drinking parties on campus.
Faced with Lorna's inability to fall for a nice boy within like 20 years of her own age and Fai's rapidly deteriorating relationship with Lovino, Feliks wound up in a very new role for him, that of providing emotional stability for his friends. His childish selfishness was pushed aside, little by little, as he learned to take care of other people and think about their problems... at least when it was really important.
Other highlights of his half year at the Institute included, roughly in order: Punching a dude in the face for calling him Russian, getting kidnapped, turning a knife into a fish at a particularly vital moment, getting un-kidnapped, somehow surviving midterms, dancing with someone who it turns out was not actually a ghost (he was just Swedish), starting the Mutants Aren't Monsters public awareness campaign with help from Fai and some volunteers, helping Fai find the strength to break up with Lovi, awkward relationship shenanigans, agreeing to speak publicly at the trial about the kidnapping case, and publicly defacing the Friends of Humanity's website with his X-team.
And then, at the end of the year, he left with his family to spend the summer in Poland. But he has another year at XI to look forward to, with all his friends! ...Or he did, before he got turned into a pony.
Personality: (Also grabbed from XI, mostly)He's kind of like a parfait--no, not an onion, don't be gross. Onions are totally uncute, duh. Anyway, the point is that Feliks has many layers!
The one closest to the surface is cheerful and whimsical, and dare we say it, goddamn fabulous. Feliks talks like a valley girl, and appears unconcerned to the point of being unaware of almost everything--impending disaster, his work, gender norms, basic common sense... He has little in the way of either impulse control or brain-to-mouth filter, and frequently sidetracks conversations with odd ideas or actions-- for example, talking about plans to paint his house pink or make it fly when people are trying to discuss battle plans with him (OU), or becoming unshakably convinced that someone is a ghost despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary because the first time they met it was at night (AU). He's confident, even aggressive at times, standing up to much bigger, stronger nations (or people) if he or his friends are threatened. He does what he wants, says what he wants, and yes, wears what he wants, and looks fabulous doing all three. This can, however, cross over at times into being selfish, pushy, or a bit catty.
But no one is really fearless or strong all the time, and Feliks is no exception. In fact, despite his confident, outgoing, eye-catching facade, he's really quite scared of strangers, and has a lot of trouble making friends due to that fear, his stubbornness, and his at times bossy and self-centered nature. He tends to cling a lot to the few friends he has, at times to the point of making a bit of a nuisance of himself.
That said, for the few people who do get close to him, he's a Hell of a friend. He can drive people up a wall with his childish, bratty moments, but is also capable of sharing great deal of trust with a few people. Even if they grow apart, Feliks is still unhesitating and fearless when it comes to defending close friends from their mutual enemies or offering them support in hard times. Around those people, he's generally still cheerful and silly and blustering, though at times he's more able to let his insecurities and weaknesses show.
While Feliks has his share of misfortune, he handles it very well, keeping any pain or fear remarkably under wraps even as it's happening. For example, during the OU flashback depicting the final partition of Poland, when Russia was taking Lithuania away and Poland was too wounded to fight anymore, Lithuania called out to him. He looked away, clearly in pain or troubled--then promptly wiped it off his face and immediately started smiling and teasing Lithuania. Better for him to be mad than lonely, right? An XI example would be the way that, when he and a number of others were kidnapped, he kept calm and cheerful in the cell, trying to stay positive and fighting back as soon as he could. In short, he isn't really one for bitching about his problems idly-- though he certainly won't take them quietly, either.
Because deep down, underneath the social awkwardness and the schoolgirl skirts and and the dumb blond moments and the love of ponies--all of which are absolutely things that exist--Feliks is one stubborn little cuss. He is a person who just won't give up, even when it seems literally impossible, even when it would probably be the logical choice. He goes through incredible amounts of bullshit, and comes out of it all smiling and joking and acting like he hasn't got a care in the world. Because if you let them take the fun out of life, that's letting them win, isn't it? And he's not about to let anybody win. Not ever.
As an addendum, aside from the whole occasional-crossdressing-thing and the whole totally-into-Lithuania or Fai, depending on the universe dudes thing, he's a pretty serious Catholic. Not a terribly preachy one, but it is a big part of his life, and one that shouldn't go unmentioned.
Strengths: (Blah blah XI app!) His mutant power is imagination-based illusions and transmutation. Objects near him can change form, or become... less subject to the rules of logic or reality. Perhaps that toy pony really will start walking around, or he'll change things' colors for fun, or pull a Cinderella and make vegetables into vehicles and kick his outfit up a notch or ten. Who can say?
There are, of course, limits--he can't affect anything he can't see, or directly affect anything with a mind, and any changes wear off about a minute after he stops thinking about them. What this means is that if he turns a spoon into a knife, it will resume being a spoon; any cuts made in the interim, however, are going to remain. In addition, he can't create anything out of nothing, and it takes a lot more effort to affect objects he isn't touching. Finally, while it's fairly easy to make things real enough to see, it takes more focus to make his imagination real enough to hurt someone with. It's definitely within the realm of possibility, but not something that's going to be too easy for him.
Aside from his mutant superpower... Feliks is strong-willed, brave, and very creative. He cares deeply about his friends, has a good sense of humor, and is pretty impossible to keep down, physically or emotionally.
Weaknesses: His writing.
I mean.
He's not very physically strong, being about 5'0" as a human and having no physical powers. His manner of speaking and carrying himself can make it very, very hard to take him seriously. He doesn't take things seriously nearly enough, himself, even in emergencies. He can be selfish, childish, petty, and bossy. He also has a lazy streak a mile wide, and his anti-authoritarian streak can have its definite pitfalls.Also, seriously, his writing skills are just terrible.
Possessions: His rosary.
Pony/Animal Type: Pegasus
Cutie Mark: A shooting star with a sparkling red and white tail.
Pony Picture:
SAMPLES
First Person: [Video]
[There's a small, pale yellow pegasus sitting on what looks like a rooftop somewhere, looking... quite honestly like a kid in a candy shop.]
Can anypony hear me or whatever?
Okay, so like, here's the deal. At first I thought I must have done this somehow? It kinda looks like something I'd do. Except, um, hello, as if I got that much stronger overnight!
[He flaps his wings excitedly.] But like, how awesome is this? Is everyone here seriously a pony? The whole place is way cute, too!
I'm not totally sure I'm not dreaming or whatever, but like, I'm kinda down either way. I mean, as long as I wake up or go back or whatever by the time school starts again? For now, though, who wants to get to show me all the cool places around here? Come on, I totally wanna get a good look around!
Third Person: It was strange, after a few months away, to come back home, to sleep in his room alone without Hajime around nagging him about his homework or movie night with Kirino or his impromptu slumber parties with Fai and Lorna. He had fun exploring the city as always, thrived on being around people who spoke his language, but he found himself missing school for the first time in his life. And it was just the beginning of summer! Well, he'd find ways to distract himself, and he'd be back in no time, right?
He'd spent a couple of hours on Skype with Fai in the evening, and then found a box of his old toys, locking the door to be able to use his power freely. Around him, a drama unfolded, of magic and ponies and princesses. It stretched late into the night, until he fell asleep amidst the toys...
And when he woke up, he was somewhere else. Well! That was totally new, and pretty freaky. He tried to stand up, but was surprised to find himself overbalancing to the front, managing to catch himself on his... hooves? Those definitely weren't there before!
"Ohmigod. Ohmigod, What the Hell?!"
He ran around, wings flapping in panic, front and back legs a little uncoordinated, until he came across a fountain. With his front hooves on the edge of it, he stared in, taking in the sight of himself. He tilted his head to the right, and the pony in the water's head tilted. He raised a hoof, and so did the pony in the water.
And then he and his reflection broke into a smile.
This was freaky. This was confusing. This was kind of awesome. Sure, at some point he'd want to go back to normal and get home--but for now, he was a pony! How could he not enjoy that? He stumbled off to the nearest open space, intent on figuring out how his legs and wings worked.
Player Name: Ket
Player Journal: none
Age: Over 18
Contact: cognitiveleague at Plurk
Characters Played: none
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Feliks Łukasiewicz (Poland)
Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
OU/AU/OC: AU - Xavier's Institute
Canon Point: Beginning of summer 2013 (post-game)
History: (First part grabbed from XI app)
Feliks was born several years after the Iron Curtain fell, in the countryside of his father's hometown in Poland. His parents, both active Solidarność supporters, decided to move to Warszawa around the time he started school, for the sake of his education and his father's political career. An only child, he never quite learned how to play with other children. He always wanted to have friends, but when he tried to reach out, he pushed people away with his bossy, spoiled behavior. In the end, he usually wound up feeling lonelier and shyer than ever, withdrawing by and large into his own imagination and relying on bravado to get him by when he had to talk to other people. There were one or two other kids that he got along with, but they were a definite exception to the rule.
When he was ten, his father was assigned to a diplomatic position, and his family moved to America, settling in the suburbs outside Washington, DC. Feliks spoke about three phrases of English, all of them from watching too many Hollywood movies, which didn't so much help him make new friends. Even so, he had grown up with parents who loathed everything Russia represented to them, and the whole family wholeheartedly embraced the decadent West they'd been told to hate for so long. He did his best to learn the language, and to find a place for himself among his classmates.
Unfortunately for him, a couple of things happened. First of all, once he hit his double-digits, it suddenly stopped being so cute when he got into his mom's make-up and walked around in her heels. His parents and his priest made their feelings on the matter quite clearly known to him, so he tried to stop; the end result was a collection of skirts tucked under his mattress like they were hand-me-down Playboy magazines, and like, weeks' worth of Hail Marys.
Second, no matter how normal the clothes his parents bought him were, he found that being tiny, effeminate, loudmouthed, foreign, and largely without friends, he was still basically the ideal target for bullies. The adults he talked to were just absolutely no help--you're riling them up when you fight so stop trying, you should fight back harder, try not to draw so much attention to yourself... He withdrew socially, spending more and more time by himself. Who needed them anyway, right?
Then, midway through high school, his power began to manifest. First, he sort of thought he was going crazy--he'd always had an active imagination, yeah, but when his toys started acting like they were listening to him, or when the leaves he was trying to procrastinate his way out of raking turned into a flurry of butterflies, what else was he supposed to think? He tried to ignore it, mostly, until he accidentally did it in front of a friend, then set about testing his limits in secret.
The next time his bullies cornered him on the walk home, it was different. When they picked up stones to throw at him, they turned to pillows. That didn't stop them. Neither did the sticks that started writhing like snakes in their hands, but they started thinking twice when the shadows of the buildings nearby grew longer and darker, and when Feliks clambered onto a broken-down piece of machinery and turned it into a tank, they turned around and got out of there with amazing speed.
Victory was short-lived and came at a price. As their revenge, his bullies did the absolute worst thing you can do to a teenager: they told his parents. His parents, who were already working so hard to ignore so much about their son, weren't angry. No, of course they weren't angry, they were just disappointed, just worried about him, and had he tried praying about it? He should definitely try praying about it some more...
His parents resisted the idea of sending him away--they could send him to a new school nearby, they said, one where no one knew his name, and he could hide it, he could be normal... The truth was, though, he'd had enough of hiding, and normal, and people telling him he should be proud of everything except how he actually was. Screw that, you know? If he was going to get in trouble either way, he might as well have fun! He held his ground with his parents, and eventually, only child that he was, he got his way. He packed his suitcase, and was off to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning.
At XI, Feliks found something he'd never had before: people who were like him, people who understood what it felt like to hide a part of yourself and weren't having it anymore. In spite of the occasional mortal danger, he started to blossom, making new friends and getting involved in school and even in the political sphere.
His social circle widened significantly, but two friends in particular deserve a specific mention. Lorna Dane and Fai Flourite became his friends almost as soon as he met them, thanks to the common ground they shared (speaking Polish, for the former, and looking goddamn fantastic while crossdressing, for the latter.) In short order, he ended up promising Fai that they would stay with Lorna (Magneto's daughter and the heiress apparent of Genosha) and do their best to guide her towards good decisions. When they weren't all making unbelievably bad decisions together, that was--like, for example, throwing underage drinking parties on campus.
Faced with Lorna's inability to fall for a nice boy within like 20 years of her own age and Fai's rapidly deteriorating relationship with Lovino, Feliks wound up in a very new role for him, that of providing emotional stability for his friends. His childish selfishness was pushed aside, little by little, as he learned to take care of other people and think about their problems... at least when it was really important.
Other highlights of his half year at the Institute included, roughly in order: Punching a dude in the face for calling him Russian, getting kidnapped, turning a knife into a fish at a particularly vital moment, getting un-kidnapped, somehow surviving midterms, dancing with someone who it turns out was not actually a ghost (he was just Swedish), starting the Mutants Aren't Monsters public awareness campaign with help from Fai and some volunteers, helping Fai find the strength to break up with Lovi, awkward relationship shenanigans, agreeing to speak publicly at the trial about the kidnapping case, and publicly defacing the Friends of Humanity's website with his X-team.
And then, at the end of the year, he left with his family to spend the summer in Poland. But he has another year at XI to look forward to, with all his friends! ...Or he did, before he got turned into a pony.
Personality: (Also grabbed from XI, mostly)He's kind of like a parfait--no, not an onion, don't be gross. Onions are totally uncute, duh. Anyway, the point is that Feliks has many layers!
The one closest to the surface is cheerful and whimsical, and dare we say it, goddamn fabulous. Feliks talks like a valley girl, and appears unconcerned to the point of being unaware of almost everything--impending disaster, his work, gender norms, basic common sense... He has little in the way of either impulse control or brain-to-mouth filter, and frequently sidetracks conversations with odd ideas or actions-- for example, talking about plans to paint his house pink or make it fly when people are trying to discuss battle plans with him (OU), or becoming unshakably convinced that someone is a ghost despite all the overwhelming evidence to the contrary because the first time they met it was at night (AU). He's confident, even aggressive at times, standing up to much bigger, stronger nations (or people) if he or his friends are threatened. He does what he wants, says what he wants, and yes, wears what he wants, and looks fabulous doing all three. This can, however, cross over at times into being selfish, pushy, or a bit catty.
But no one is really fearless or strong all the time, and Feliks is no exception. In fact, despite his confident, outgoing, eye-catching facade, he's really quite scared of strangers, and has a lot of trouble making friends due to that fear, his stubbornness, and his at times bossy and self-centered nature. He tends to cling a lot to the few friends he has, at times to the point of making a bit of a nuisance of himself.
That said, for the few people who do get close to him, he's a Hell of a friend. He can drive people up a wall with his childish, bratty moments, but is also capable of sharing great deal of trust with a few people. Even if they grow apart, Feliks is still unhesitating and fearless when it comes to defending close friends from their mutual enemies or offering them support in hard times. Around those people, he's generally still cheerful and silly and blustering, though at times he's more able to let his insecurities and weaknesses show.
While Feliks has his share of misfortune, he handles it very well, keeping any pain or fear remarkably under wraps even as it's happening. For example, during the OU flashback depicting the final partition of Poland, when Russia was taking Lithuania away and Poland was too wounded to fight anymore, Lithuania called out to him. He looked away, clearly in pain or troubled--then promptly wiped it off his face and immediately started smiling and teasing Lithuania. Better for him to be mad than lonely, right? An XI example would be the way that, when he and a number of others were kidnapped, he kept calm and cheerful in the cell, trying to stay positive and fighting back as soon as he could. In short, he isn't really one for bitching about his problems idly-- though he certainly won't take them quietly, either.
Because deep down, underneath the social awkwardness and the schoolgirl skirts and and the dumb blond moments and the love of ponies--all of which are absolutely things that exist--Feliks is one stubborn little cuss. He is a person who just won't give up, even when it seems literally impossible, even when it would probably be the logical choice. He goes through incredible amounts of bullshit, and comes out of it all smiling and joking and acting like he hasn't got a care in the world. Because if you let them take the fun out of life, that's letting them win, isn't it? And he's not about to let anybody win. Not ever.
As an addendum, aside from the whole occasional-crossdressing-thing and the whole totally-into-
Strengths: (Blah blah XI app!) His mutant power is imagination-based illusions and transmutation. Objects near him can change form, or become... less subject to the rules of logic or reality. Perhaps that toy pony really will start walking around, or he'll change things' colors for fun, or pull a Cinderella and make vegetables into vehicles and kick his outfit up a notch or ten. Who can say?
There are, of course, limits--he can't affect anything he can't see, or directly affect anything with a mind, and any changes wear off about a minute after he stops thinking about them. What this means is that if he turns a spoon into a knife, it will resume being a spoon; any cuts made in the interim, however, are going to remain. In addition, he can't create anything out of nothing, and it takes a lot more effort to affect objects he isn't touching. Finally, while it's fairly easy to make things real enough to see, it takes more focus to make his imagination real enough to hurt someone with. It's definitely within the realm of possibility, but not something that's going to be too easy for him.
Aside from his mutant superpower... Feliks is strong-willed, brave, and very creative. He cares deeply about his friends, has a good sense of humor, and is pretty impossible to keep down, physically or emotionally.
Weaknesses: His writing.
I mean.
He's not very physically strong, being about 5'0" as a human and having no physical powers. His manner of speaking and carrying himself can make it very, very hard to take him seriously. He doesn't take things seriously nearly enough, himself, even in emergencies. He can be selfish, childish, petty, and bossy. He also has a lazy streak a mile wide, and his anti-authoritarian streak can have its definite pitfalls.
Possessions: His rosary.
Pony/Animal Type: Pegasus
Cutie Mark: A shooting star with a sparkling red and white tail.
Pony Picture:
SAMPLES
First Person: [Video]
[There's a small, pale yellow pegasus sitting on what looks like a rooftop somewhere, looking... quite honestly like a kid in a candy shop.]
Can anypony hear me or whatever?
Okay, so like, here's the deal. At first I thought I must have done this somehow? It kinda looks like something I'd do. Except, um, hello, as if I got that much stronger overnight!
[He flaps his wings excitedly.] But like, how awesome is this? Is everyone here seriously a pony? The whole place is way cute, too!
I'm not totally sure I'm not dreaming or whatever, but like, I'm kinda down either way. I mean, as long as I wake up or go back or whatever by the time school starts again? For now, though, who wants to get to show me all the cool places around here? Come on, I totally wanna get a good look around!
Third Person: It was strange, after a few months away, to come back home, to sleep in his room alone without Hajime around nagging him about his homework or movie night with Kirino or his impromptu slumber parties with Fai and Lorna. He had fun exploring the city as always, thrived on being around people who spoke his language, but he found himself missing school for the first time in his life. And it was just the beginning of summer! Well, he'd find ways to distract himself, and he'd be back in no time, right?
He'd spent a couple of hours on Skype with Fai in the evening, and then found a box of his old toys, locking the door to be able to use his power freely. Around him, a drama unfolded, of magic and ponies and princesses. It stretched late into the night, until he fell asleep amidst the toys...
And when he woke up, he was somewhere else. Well! That was totally new, and pretty freaky. He tried to stand up, but was surprised to find himself overbalancing to the front, managing to catch himself on his... hooves? Those definitely weren't there before!
"Ohmigod. Ohmigod, What the Hell?!"
He ran around, wings flapping in panic, front and back legs a little uncoordinated, until he came across a fountain. With his front hooves on the edge of it, he stared in, taking in the sight of himself. He tilted his head to the right, and the pony in the water's head tilted. He raised a hoof, and so did the pony in the water.
And then he and his reflection broke into a smile.
This was freaky. This was confusing. This was kind of awesome. Sure, at some point he'd want to go back to normal and get home--but for now, he was a pony! How could he not enjoy that? He stumbled off to the nearest open space, intent on figuring out how his legs and wings worked.