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17 September 2012 @ 12:21 am
Wow! I haven't been around for nearly two years...Kinda scary. This account was formerly dedicated to the roleplay I did while party of a now-dead community, so there are very few actual posts in my journal. It will remain that way due to the fact that I only skirt around the various lolita communities...If anyone would like to chat outside of LJ, please message me. I do have Skype!
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23 August 2010 @ 03:10 am
CHARACTER NAME: Natalia Arlovskaya (Belarus)
CHARACTER SERIES: Axis Powers Hetalia


Backtagging: Fine with me as long as it's not a ridiculously long time ago.
Threadhopping: Yes.
Fourthwalling: Yes.


Hugging this character: Sure, though you're likely to be pushed away or injured.
Kissing/touching this character: If you like hospitals.
Flirting with this character: Sure. She'll probably ignore you.
Fighting with this character: Yup, you can.
Injuring this character: (include limits and severity): Sure, but talk to me about it first.
Killing this character: At the current time, I'd prefer no attempts on her life.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Fine with me as long as you have a good grasp over what these powers do and how to use them in a somewhat believable manner.

Warnings: She's a bitch. Yeah.


[ Character Application : The House. ]

Name: Natalia Arlovskaya
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Age: 19
Occupation: Stalker and general irritant to Russia
Canon Pull Point: Present day
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

During the sixth century, before she even really had a name, or a home to call her own, she was settled by nomadic Slavic tribes that eventually came into contact with bands of Scandinavian traders. After brief conflict, they formed The Kievan Rus' state around what is now her city of Novgorod. She lived under the rule of Prince Yaroslav the Wise until his death, leaving her to wander amongst several different areas until the 13th century, when she would get her first taste of the hostility the world had to offer. Her vulnerability allowed her to be attacked by the Mongols, and she was ultimately taken under the wing of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania at that time. She was a quiet part of that household for many years, witnessing the integral marriage of Lithuania and Poland that would bring peace and stability for many decades. Like all good things, that too came to an end with the crumbling of their union and partitioning of Poland by Russia, Prussia, and Austria. Belarus herself was acquired by the Russian Empire, her first encounter with the boy she would come to idolize and obsess over to the point of him needing a restraining order.

The 20th century dawned on her thick with the scent of gunpowder and the sickening cries of the fallen. World War I had begun, turning Belarus into a zone of strict martial law, military operations, and great destruction. Large German and Russian armies fought fiercely and caused the expulsion or departure of more than 1 million civilians from her home. Russia’s inept war efforts and ineffective economic policies prompted high food prices, shortages of goods, and many needless deaths in the war. Discontent in the cities and the countryside spread, leading to strikes, riots, and the eventual downfall of the tsarist government. Despite fierce outrage over Germany’s actions against herself and Russia, she signed a peace treaty with him that would temporarily allow control over most of her land. A fickle thing she was, though; in spring of 1918, the Central Executive Committee of the Rada nullified the treaty and proclaimed the independence of the National Republic of Belarus. Later that year, the German government, which had guaranteed her independence at all costs, collapsed, and she was unable to resist the Belarusian Bolsheviks supported by the Bolshevik government in Russia. The Belarusian Soviet Socialist Republic was established on January 1, 1919, by force of arms. She was outraged at being unable to defend herself and relying on Germany to do it for her, however, she would find no immediate relief from conflict at that time. The next two years marked her as a prize in the PolishSoviet war, which was eventually settled by the Treaty of Riga in March 1921, where her land was split into three parts: Western Belarus was absorbed by Poland, Eastern Belarus became part of Russia, and central Belarus became the Belarusian SSR once more, after which she and Russia became founding members of the Soviet Union. These were happier times for Belarus, where she lived in a large house alongside Ukraine and Russia, whom had become her elder sister and brother, respectively, and Lithuania (much to her dismay), Latvia, and Estonia, to name a few.

Despite everything, her trust in Russia hadn’t waned in the slightest, which would prove beneficial in the aftermath of World War I. Russia’s boss at the time, Vladimir I. Lenin, implemented the New Economic Policy in Russia in 1921 as a temporary compromise with capitalism. However, it greatly stimulated economic recovery in both Russia and Belarus, and by the mid 1920’s, her agricultural output had reached pre-war levels. Despite the good news, the Bolshevik Revolution caused a massive change in the agricultural system that left unhappy, starving peasants and political unrest in its wake. Russia, however, simply deported troublemakers to Siberia, and taught Belarus the process of rapid industrialization, following his model of Five-Year Plans for the National Economy of the Soviet Union. Relations with Germany had been repaired, following the German-Soviet Nonaggression Pact.

World War II started with spirits of the Soviets and Nazi Germany riding high alongside the invasion and occupation of Poland. Unable to coerce Finland into joining the USSR as well, his invasion was ordered, and the Soviet-Japanese Neutrality Pact was signed with the Empire of Japan. Although it has been debated whether the Soviet Union had the intention of invading Germany once it was strong enough, Germany himself broke the treaty and invaded the Soviet Union on June 22nd, 1941, starting with a crushing blow to Belarus’ Brest Fortress, though her incredible defense would be remembered as one of the many acts of heroism that countered German aggression from then on. Statistically speaking, the Belarusian SSR was the hardest of the Soviet Republics hit in the war - despite everything she had done, Germany all but annihilated her, destroying 209 out of 290 cities, more than 80% of her industry, and leveling over 1 million buildings that had once stood as a testament to her industrialization alongside her elder brother. Casualties reached as much as one-third of her entire population, and the Jewish population wiped out during the Holocaust has never recovered to this day.

After the sounds of cannon fire and war faded into the distance, everyone had begun to rebuild their war-ravaged homes with the intense desire to return to normal life, and Belarus was no exception. She was officially among the 51 founding countries of the United Nations, alongside her older brother and sister as well. While Russia was quick to assist her in the reconstruction effort, he also worried that she would form alliances with western nations. To discourage this, intense Sovietization was implemented; he watched over her at all times, re-wrote books, and even discouraged her use of her native language. She became very sick in the late 1980’s when her clumsy elder sister caused a nuclear explosion at the Chernobyl Power Plant, although she has recovered, and their relations remain peaceful. Three years later, only 10% of seats for the elections for Supreme Soviet were claimed by the Belarusian Popular Front, although the general populace was content with this result. The Belarusian Popular Front represented democracy and independence through national rebirth and rebuilding, after being nearly destroyed culturally and economically during the times of World War II and the Soviet Union, and this was exactly what the people of her nation had been desperate to hear. She declared herself independent on July 27th, 1990, by issuing the Declaration of State Sovereignty of the Belarusian Soviet Socialist Republic. With the support of the Communist Party, she officially changed her name to the Republic of Belarus on August 25th, 1991. In December of the following year, she met with Russia and Ukraine to formally declare the dissolution of the Soviet Union and the formation of the Commonwealth of Independent States.
Today, she continues to remain like an ungodly thorn in Russia’s side despite the dissolution of the Soviet Union (much to his discontent), and is suspicious of any nation who tries to get near him. Constantly pledging allegiance and even proposing marriage, he still refuses and is ultimately terrified of her. Although he declares that nothing good would come of a marriage between the two of them, she ignores this and remains eternally persistent. After the fall of the Soviet Union, Belarus and America shared a brief brother/sister sort of relationship, which has slipped into a “tolerating one another” type of relationship, which remains strained as he disagrees with many of her ideas, and she makes it nearly impossible for him to trade with her!


She would like nothing more than to marry her older brother, Russia, and live away from the interference of anyone else. First and foremost, he is hers (in her mind at least), and you’d have a tough trot convincing her otherwise, as proven by how irritated she became when her sister Ukraine gave him her scarf to wear, (although she seems to ignore it now). With the complete destruction that Germany inflicted upon her nation in World War II, it’s not exactly a stretch to assume that she still harbors at least some distaste toward him. She has also despised Lithuania ever since they were children, despite his crush on her, and has a habit of breaking at least one of his limbs whenever she comes in contact with him.

Perhaps she inherited it from her brother, or perhaps it has always been there, but there’s no denying the general dread-inducing aura that radiates from that deceptively pretty appearance. On a good day, she’s intimidating. On a bad day, she’s downright terrifying, and would just as readily help you across a river as she would push you in…Or threaten you at knifepoint. It all depends on her mood, and whether or not she sees you as a threat to Russia. She’s conniving, eternally persistent, and far too good with manipulation, constantly holding a reward out of reach until she gets what she wants first and foremost. All of this is not to say that she is incapable of kindness, however, and certainly not incapable of doing something a little crazy every now and then. Though comical, it’s obvious that she’s rather narrow-minded – a trait which will likely test her ability to compromise and get her into all kinds of trouble in this new house.
Skills/Special Powers: Though she may not look or act the part, she is hardworking, skilled in agriculture, and is also rather deadly with knives, whatever the variety. The amount of bones broken on Lithuania’s body suggests she is at least somewhat decent at hand-to-hand combat, as well.

Items You want us to consider letting your character keep AND WHY: None.

Caretaker: Caretaker #2

1st Person: [ Rolling over with a start, she falls out of bed, crashing to the floor. Her body twitches as she rises slowly, fingernails digging into the floor and leaving visible indentations. ]

“I don’t like this…”

[ Blue eyes peer from beyond the bangs that block her vision slightly, taking in the sight of the room itself. It was neat. Orderly. But not a shred of it held any familiarity. ]

“Who the hell do they think they are!? I know what they want, I’ll…!”

[ Her voice permeates the room in the form of a vicious snarl, although she pauses in mid-rant to address the sudden noise coming from what appears to be a cell phone on the floor in front of her. ]

“…..That’s disgusting.”
[ Apparently, whatever the cellular device had told her had made her even more angry. She would be leaving, simply. Time to find an exit. ]

3rd Person: Summer was slowly waning, but that didn’t provide relief from the scorching August sun in the slightest. Today was the same as any day in summer, all agricultural responsibilities falling upon the harsh-tempered young woman such that a successful harvest may take place come autumn. Natalia had long since been working the fields today, previously pristine dress of navy hue soiled with dust, platinum locks disheveled and windblown. All in all, it was a completely impractical outfit for the nature of the work she was doing, but it pleased her, and that was what mattered, naturally.

A basket of freshly picked potatoes sat at her side, half-full, where many others were already filled to capacity, ready to be sold elsewhere as she dug potato after potato up from the darkness of the fertile soil. Ivan had expressed his desire to purchase potatoes from her this year, the thought of which bringing such a smile to her lips that it bordered on creepy. If her brother wished for potatoes, there would be many, more than he could handle, and they would be the freshest possible. Anywhere. The girl was working with such determination that she barely noticed the twinges of pain as she occasionally tore the flesh of her hands on rogue stones while digging. Such dedication was simply another token of her obsessive love for her sibling, though also a token of her work-ethic.

The final basket had been filled with potatoes, and it was only when she had dug another up from the ground did she notice that she’d run out of baskets to place them in, which simply meant that the current potatoes would need to be deposited into the larger bins near her home for shipment. Thin brows furrowed slightly in irritation as she began loading basket after basket onto a cart, sweat beading on her forehead slightly.
“I really must buy more baskets,” she reminded herself sternly, and was momentarily distracted by what she thought was the touch of someone’s fingertips against her hair. She whirled around, mild irritation displayed upon her face, ready to lay the smack down…To someone who wasn’t there. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she glanced about before attributing the strange feeling to an insect, and focused upon her business once more, though not before quickly ruffling her hair to expel said insect from her strands. With the final few batches of potatoes loaded onto the cart, she wheeled it both quickly and efficiently out from the rows of crops and along a well-beaten path toward her home, where many large bins of potatoes sat packed – the delivery man had already arrived and begun loading them, how splendid! It was a good day when delivery men weren’t late, nor early, but rather right on time…Anything less would invoke her wrath. What with the hustle and bustle of people loading trucks, she put little suspicion in the fact that one of them approached her as she was dumping baskets of potatoes into one of the bins that hadn’t been completely sealed yet.

“Yes? What is it?” she demanded, although quietly.

“My goodness,” said the person. “So harsh. I just wanted to ask if you wanted a cold drink? You look positively parched.”

He held a glass of ice water out to her, accented by a slice of lemon on the side. Lovely blues flickered between him and the glass for a moment, as if considering his offer, although it should have been a surprise to no one that she declined, and rather impolitely so.

“I don’t have time to relax,” she began, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand. “My brother expects-“

Whatever he expected was apparently of no concern to the Caretaker masquerading as innocent Delivery Guy A, as he had taken advantage of the length of her hair to yank her forcefully in his direction, drawing a shriek of surprise, confusion and pain – that shit hurt. What was this little bastard doing?!

“Let go of me at once! How dare you! You there, can’t you keep your people in line?!” She was shouting angrily at one of the workers, although it was for naught - she had simply vanished from their vision, and soon enough, the solidarity of the world around her began to warp and fall apart as well. She was stunned, but only for a moment. Her hand flew to her thigh, slipping up beneath her dress to the hidden garter that normally concealed a knife of all things…But where was it? She always kept it on her person, and now it was gone…? The Caretaker used her moment of weakness to shove a cloth saturated with something terrible-smelling into her face, the noxious fumes assaulting her senses. Her nose was burning, her eyes were burning, and soon enough there was no strength left in her body whatsoever. She was losing her grip, though the Caretaker’s words did echo somewhere distant in her mind as she faded into unconsciousness.

“Why can’t you lot just be happy for a change?. . . .”
Current Location: bed.
Current Mood: irritatedirritated
Current Music: little by little - kimi monogatari