Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 16, 2010 11:53:37 GMT -8
Name: Lily Zwingli
Country of Origin: Liechtenstein
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 115
Appearance: Lily once prided herself on her long hair, never having really cut it. It swept to her waist, often worn in pig-tails and braids. Thus when she chose to set out on her journey the first thing that she thought to do was cut her hair. A very difficult decision, if you were to ask her (and she would admit crying a little after the deed was done), but something that had needed to be done – after all the long hair would only get in the way. Since then she has kept her hair cut short in a similar style to her brother Vash. A fairly choppy bob, with straight across bangs that admittedly are not exactly even – her fringe stopping just passed her eyebrows, often times falling into her sea green eyes that seem to be perpetually wide-eyed and innocent.
Her hair often falls to frame her child-like face almost perfectly. A very unintentional result of the hair cut she hadn’t counted on – but something she liked. The fact that she is now often mistaken for a boy rather than a girl however is something Lily both did not intend when cutting her hair short, nor something she enjoys. Coupled with her petite stature, and rather flat chest, the mistake happens far more then she would care to admit.
In order to counter that Lily chooses to wear various hair clips and ribbons in her hair. Her favorite being the blue ribbon her brother had bought for her one day. She also opts to wear dresses in hopes to make herself look more like the young lady that she is. Of course, sometimes this backfires and instead of being mistaken for a boy, Lily is mistaken for a little girl. In the end Lily seems like she cannot catch the break. Lately she’s been debating just growing her hair back out again. In then end though she thinks she’ll keep it short for a little while longer – if anything because long hair would get in the way.
Crew Member Of: The Imperial Eagle
Status: Crew, Mascot, Nurse
Personality: Lily is a very sweet young girl who is prone to making little gifts for people she feels grateful too. Though more often than not she feels far too embarrassed to stay around and see their reactions. Choosing instead to hand them the little gift and run off. In all retrospect it is very easy to fluster Lily, as a child she chose to hide behind Vash whenever she was overwhelmed and embarrassed. Now, as they are not together, she will opt to duck her head or hide behind crew mates. Rather the shy one, Lily is soft-spoken and opts often to observe before speaking. Though once she feels comfortable in a situation, or amongst friends, she opens up a good deal more. She also has learned that stating her opinion on matters is important, something instilled in her from her brother… Even if at times she’s incredibly nervous about doing so and can become tongue tied.
Because of her past Lily can handle herself in an incredibly mature manner – or that is to say she attempts to carry herself as an adult. There are still times however when her childish side shines through – especially when something cute is nearby. Her childish nature can also shine through in her naivety in certain matters, though she is a quick learner.
Due to her past as well Lily has an incredible fear of fire. Even a candle flame can make her feel a bit wary, though she has become far better about it as she’s grown. As a child the mere sight would send her crying. Now she simple stares, before pushing through. Still she tends to skirt away from a fireplaces, and such. Often making sure there’s a bucket of water nearby, or something like that.
With an incredibly kind heart Lily tries to help anyone in need; even if her shyness makes it difficult for her to act on it. From the small animals she used to tend too as a little girl, to her crewmates, to people she sees in trouble. At times it can get her into trouble; Lily is under the belief however that one must always offer help and believe the best in others until proven differently.
History: There are few things that Lily could clearly remember before the fire tore through her tiny village, taking her parents away from her. Of those few memories she could remember her Mother letting her help bake cookies (and lick the spoon), her Father carrying her on his shoulders. These are the only things she truly remembers about her birth family. They are memories she cherishes, reminding her that they had been caring, had loved her.
The next clear memory she has is the fire – naturally. The fire destroyed any other memories of her family, and the home that it stole away from her. She had been no older than four when it happened, left all alone to wander what remained of her little village searching for food and shelter. Looking back, Lily always felt like that was oddly suiting for her. As if it had happened before. Naturally the notion – the strange déjà vu – never made any sense to her. Regardless it was still fitting in her mind. Especially as that was how she came to meet her older brother Vash.
She remembered it had been a dreary day when she approached him, tugging at his coat pocket, what inspired the action forever a mystery. Vash had looked down at her, then around as if he thought her parents would be close by. In the end though he took her hand in his, smiling and telling her everything would be alright. It didn’t take long until she had become a part of the Zwingli family. Coming to idolize her big brother Vash, learning everything he tried to teach her; from being careful with her allowance to how to take care of herself.
Her life became more sheltered then before – Vash being rather protective. Lily never minded too much, living a very content life. Only ever “rebelling” against the sheltered life when she snuck injured animals into her room to care for; something her family was all very aware of but never punished her for.
One day however, while looking in the tiny library for a book of fairytales, she stumbled upon books on pirates. And young Lily could not help but become intrigued by it, reading stories of the Legendary Treasure. The adventures of the sea, of pirates who acted like Robin Hood (one of her favorite stories) or those who sailed through the clouds as if they were waves. She wondered what it would be like to one day to see a pirate ship (or any sort of ship) up close. Knowing her brother however, and family, she doubted that would ever happen. Vash would never let her near a pirate ship. It would be far too dangerous.
Still Lily couldn’t help but read the stories in secret. The book on pirate tales becoming her second favorite book to the fairytale book – both kept under her bed.
When Vash turned seventeen however Lily’s life changed drastically. Their Father arranged for him to learn the family trade, to travel all around Europe. Lily could remember crying at the news. She didn’t want her brother to leave her. When the time to leave came she had waved until her arm grew tired. Holding him to his promise to return soon. A promise that was not kept – though that was out of both their control.
Lily spent a year worrying, waiting for her brother to return or contact their family. Listening to her adoptive parents whisper about what to do.
In the end Lily made a decision that one could see as reckless. Cutting her long hair and dressing in hand-me-downs from Vash (as they had been perfectly good, at the time) Lily left her home leaving behind a letter. Venturing into the world she had been sheltered from with only a bag full of clothing, her purse full of meager savings and her two favorite books.
She would find Vash herself – like he had found her that dreary day.
Allegiance: Sky, though the sea is also wonderful!
How They Died: It had been difficult, but Liechtenstein had managed to sneak out of Switzerland’s house without him asking where she was going or accompanying her – though the fact he was going out had helped. Not that she would have minded his company on any other occasion, but today she wanted to surprise him and if he were to come along with her, then he would know what she had planned! That would not do at all!
She wanted to repay him, that was the first thought in her mind. He had done so much for her. He had taken her in when she was starving, when her country was in shambles; even when he himself was struggling. Switzerland had given her a roof over her head, taught her how to defend herself (at least a little), and yet, not once did he ask for something in return. She had tried before, but he always told her not to worry, to save her money for herself, only ever accepting homemade gifts.
That was what led her out into the countryside today. Flowers were free, weren’t they? Liechtenstein smiled to herself as she continued to walk forward, letting her fingers trail over the tips of the flowers; pausing from time to time to pick a flower and set it in one of her baskets. She had two, one already full of brightly covered flowers. Switzerland had gone away for the day, he had told her he wouldn’t be home until late that evening or possibly tomorrow. That gave her time then to make up various bouquets, or even a few flower chains that Hungary had taught her to make.
Would he mind having flowers? Oh she hoped not. It was really one of the only thing she could think of to thank him opposed to making him another shirt (she really had a feeling he hadn’t liked it very much). Hopefully flowers would be much better.
Humming she smiled to herself, spinning in the field, and for a moment she let herself forget everything that was going on. Another war had engulfed the entire world. Everyone seemed to be fighting all around them. Yet, that was not the thing concerning all of them. No, it was the fact that Nations were dying. That they had learned they could actually die.
But for now at least, she could forget about that. Here in these fields, busy picking flowers for her brother, she could forget for a few hours about the war that was going on around them. Of how the Nations she had known were dying, or could die at any moment.
“Schla-fe, mein Prinz-chen, schlaf ein. Lass Schäf-chen und Vögel-chen sein.” She began singing softly, so that only she could properly hear herself. Holding her dress up in one hand and holding onto her only half filled basket. Liechtenstein continued, spinning again in the field. The smile never left her lips as she closed her eyes. Yes, for a brief moment everything was peaceful. The war wasn’t going on. No one was dying. She paused in her singing, humming softly as she reached down to pick another flower.
For this brief instance everything was alright. For right now…
“-rong way.” She ceased her soft humming, tilting her head to the side. The speaker sounded like one of England’s own, or possible America’s. She paused setting the half filled basket besides her full one. A sudden nervous knot was beginning to form in her stomach as she crept through the field, climbing up one of the hills that dotted the country side. Cautiously she peeked over, half expected to find a lost group of foreigners who were traveling.
What she spotted were soldiers. She recognized them immediately. A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped softly. They were arguing about something, though she couldn’t keep track (her English wasn’t as good as she liked). One of them, a black haired man, was waving a map around. Another with brown hair looked about ready to punch him in the face while the other members of their small group held him back.
This wasn’t good. Switzerland and herself were neutral. Troops from either side were not allowed on their grounds. Just what were they doing here?
Her stomach knotted as she tried to keep up with the rapid fire English that they were shouting at one another. One thought continued to repeat in her mind. Pushing herself back to her feet she began to climb back down. She had to tell Switzerland, even if they were lost. He had to know. Just in case. All she had to do was climb down quietly, and then she just had to-
BANG
Her eyes widened as she felt something cut through her chest. It sent her stumbling forward, gasping as she lost her balance, tumbling down the hill and into her baskets. A hand rose to touch her chest, where she felt something warm seeping through the green military jacket she had pulled on over her pink dress. Her hand came away red. Her lower lip trembled as she turned her head. She could hear the men coming and, oh god she had to get up, she had to tell Switzerland what was happening.
There were heavy footsteps, and then someone was kneeling down beside her. Desperately she tried to push herself up, to crawl away. But the soldier had grabbed her arm, turning her over. She gasped, wide eyes staring at the soldier that had been waving the map around. His eyes were just as wide, than he was pressing something against her chest to stop the bleeding. He was shouting at one of the others. She couldn’t make out the words though.
It hurt. Her breaths were coming in sharp, quick gasps. Tears raced down her cheeks as she tried to push the man away. A numbing fear was seeping throughout her. Everything was getting so hazy. Dark spots dancing in front of her eyes as she tried to breath. Tried to keep everything focused in her mind.
The black haired soldier was shouting at her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to focus. Was he telling her to hold on? That seemed to be it. So they hadn’t-
She was wearing a military jacket. A small sob escaped her as she covered her mouth. Had they mistook her for a soldier? Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cling to consciousness. Liechtenstein wasn’t even involved in this war. This… This wasn’t fair! She didn’t want to die. And all because of a mistake on Allied soldiers parts.
Switzerland… What was he going to say when he found out?
Would he find out?
Liechtenstein felt her world dark, the foreign soldier’s voice becoming distorted until…
Everything stopped.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Captain Jack Sparrow
Country of Origin: Liechtenstein
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 115
Appearance: Lily once prided herself on her long hair, never having really cut it. It swept to her waist, often worn in pig-tails and braids. Thus when she chose to set out on her journey the first thing that she thought to do was cut her hair. A very difficult decision, if you were to ask her (and she would admit crying a little after the deed was done), but something that had needed to be done – after all the long hair would only get in the way. Since then she has kept her hair cut short in a similar style to her brother Vash. A fairly choppy bob, with straight across bangs that admittedly are not exactly even – her fringe stopping just passed her eyebrows, often times falling into her sea green eyes that seem to be perpetually wide-eyed and innocent.
Her hair often falls to frame her child-like face almost perfectly. A very unintentional result of the hair cut she hadn’t counted on – but something she liked. The fact that she is now often mistaken for a boy rather than a girl however is something Lily both did not intend when cutting her hair short, nor something she enjoys. Coupled with her petite stature, and rather flat chest, the mistake happens far more then she would care to admit.
In order to counter that Lily chooses to wear various hair clips and ribbons in her hair. Her favorite being the blue ribbon her brother had bought for her one day. She also opts to wear dresses in hopes to make herself look more like the young lady that she is. Of course, sometimes this backfires and instead of being mistaken for a boy, Lily is mistaken for a little girl. In the end Lily seems like she cannot catch the break. Lately she’s been debating just growing her hair back out again. In then end though she thinks she’ll keep it short for a little while longer – if anything because long hair would get in the way.
Crew Member Of: The Imperial Eagle
Status: Crew, Mascot, Nurse
Personality: Lily is a very sweet young girl who is prone to making little gifts for people she feels grateful too. Though more often than not she feels far too embarrassed to stay around and see their reactions. Choosing instead to hand them the little gift and run off. In all retrospect it is very easy to fluster Lily, as a child she chose to hide behind Vash whenever she was overwhelmed and embarrassed. Now, as they are not together, she will opt to duck her head or hide behind crew mates. Rather the shy one, Lily is soft-spoken and opts often to observe before speaking. Though once she feels comfortable in a situation, or amongst friends, she opens up a good deal more. She also has learned that stating her opinion on matters is important, something instilled in her from her brother… Even if at times she’s incredibly nervous about doing so and can become tongue tied.
Because of her past Lily can handle herself in an incredibly mature manner – or that is to say she attempts to carry herself as an adult. There are still times however when her childish side shines through – especially when something cute is nearby. Her childish nature can also shine through in her naivety in certain matters, though she is a quick learner.
Due to her past as well Lily has an incredible fear of fire. Even a candle flame can make her feel a bit wary, though she has become far better about it as she’s grown. As a child the mere sight would send her crying. Now she simple stares, before pushing through. Still she tends to skirt away from a fireplaces, and such. Often making sure there’s a bucket of water nearby, or something like that.
With an incredibly kind heart Lily tries to help anyone in need; even if her shyness makes it difficult for her to act on it. From the small animals she used to tend too as a little girl, to her crewmates, to people she sees in trouble. At times it can get her into trouble; Lily is under the belief however that one must always offer help and believe the best in others until proven differently.
History: There are few things that Lily could clearly remember before the fire tore through her tiny village, taking her parents away from her. Of those few memories she could remember her Mother letting her help bake cookies (and lick the spoon), her Father carrying her on his shoulders. These are the only things she truly remembers about her birth family. They are memories she cherishes, reminding her that they had been caring, had loved her.
The next clear memory she has is the fire – naturally. The fire destroyed any other memories of her family, and the home that it stole away from her. She had been no older than four when it happened, left all alone to wander what remained of her little village searching for food and shelter. Looking back, Lily always felt like that was oddly suiting for her. As if it had happened before. Naturally the notion – the strange déjà vu – never made any sense to her. Regardless it was still fitting in her mind. Especially as that was how she came to meet her older brother Vash.
She remembered it had been a dreary day when she approached him, tugging at his coat pocket, what inspired the action forever a mystery. Vash had looked down at her, then around as if he thought her parents would be close by. In the end though he took her hand in his, smiling and telling her everything would be alright. It didn’t take long until she had become a part of the Zwingli family. Coming to idolize her big brother Vash, learning everything he tried to teach her; from being careful with her allowance to how to take care of herself.
Her life became more sheltered then before – Vash being rather protective. Lily never minded too much, living a very content life. Only ever “rebelling” against the sheltered life when she snuck injured animals into her room to care for; something her family was all very aware of but never punished her for.
One day however, while looking in the tiny library for a book of fairytales, she stumbled upon books on pirates. And young Lily could not help but become intrigued by it, reading stories of the Legendary Treasure. The adventures of the sea, of pirates who acted like Robin Hood (one of her favorite stories) or those who sailed through the clouds as if they were waves. She wondered what it would be like to one day to see a pirate ship (or any sort of ship) up close. Knowing her brother however, and family, she doubted that would ever happen. Vash would never let her near a pirate ship. It would be far too dangerous.
Still Lily couldn’t help but read the stories in secret. The book on pirate tales becoming her second favorite book to the fairytale book – both kept under her bed.
When Vash turned seventeen however Lily’s life changed drastically. Their Father arranged for him to learn the family trade, to travel all around Europe. Lily could remember crying at the news. She didn’t want her brother to leave her. When the time to leave came she had waved until her arm grew tired. Holding him to his promise to return soon. A promise that was not kept – though that was out of both their control.
Lily spent a year worrying, waiting for her brother to return or contact their family. Listening to her adoptive parents whisper about what to do.
In the end Lily made a decision that one could see as reckless. Cutting her long hair and dressing in hand-me-downs from Vash (as they had been perfectly good, at the time) Lily left her home leaving behind a letter. Venturing into the world she had been sheltered from with only a bag full of clothing, her purse full of meager savings and her two favorite books.
She would find Vash herself – like he had found her that dreary day.
Allegiance: Sky, though the sea is also wonderful!
How They Died: It had been difficult, but Liechtenstein had managed to sneak out of Switzerland’s house without him asking where she was going or accompanying her – though the fact he was going out had helped. Not that she would have minded his company on any other occasion, but today she wanted to surprise him and if he were to come along with her, then he would know what she had planned! That would not do at all!
She wanted to repay him, that was the first thought in her mind. He had done so much for her. He had taken her in when she was starving, when her country was in shambles; even when he himself was struggling. Switzerland had given her a roof over her head, taught her how to defend herself (at least a little), and yet, not once did he ask for something in return. She had tried before, but he always told her not to worry, to save her money for herself, only ever accepting homemade gifts.
That was what led her out into the countryside today. Flowers were free, weren’t they? Liechtenstein smiled to herself as she continued to walk forward, letting her fingers trail over the tips of the flowers; pausing from time to time to pick a flower and set it in one of her baskets. She had two, one already full of brightly covered flowers. Switzerland had gone away for the day, he had told her he wouldn’t be home until late that evening or possibly tomorrow. That gave her time then to make up various bouquets, or even a few flower chains that Hungary had taught her to make.
Would he mind having flowers? Oh she hoped not. It was really one of the only thing she could think of to thank him opposed to making him another shirt (she really had a feeling he hadn’t liked it very much). Hopefully flowers would be much better.
Humming she smiled to herself, spinning in the field, and for a moment she let herself forget everything that was going on. Another war had engulfed the entire world. Everyone seemed to be fighting all around them. Yet, that was not the thing concerning all of them. No, it was the fact that Nations were dying. That they had learned they could actually die.
But for now at least, she could forget about that. Here in these fields, busy picking flowers for her brother, she could forget for a few hours about the war that was going on around them. Of how the Nations she had known were dying, or could die at any moment.
“Schla-fe, mein Prinz-chen, schlaf ein. Lass Schäf-chen und Vögel-chen sein.” She began singing softly, so that only she could properly hear herself. Holding her dress up in one hand and holding onto her only half filled basket. Liechtenstein continued, spinning again in the field. The smile never left her lips as she closed her eyes. Yes, for a brief moment everything was peaceful. The war wasn’t going on. No one was dying. She paused in her singing, humming softly as she reached down to pick another flower.
For this brief instance everything was alright. For right now…
“-rong way.” She ceased her soft humming, tilting her head to the side. The speaker sounded like one of England’s own, or possible America’s. She paused setting the half filled basket besides her full one. A sudden nervous knot was beginning to form in her stomach as she crept through the field, climbing up one of the hills that dotted the country side. Cautiously she peeked over, half expected to find a lost group of foreigners who were traveling.
What she spotted were soldiers. She recognized them immediately. A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped softly. They were arguing about something, though she couldn’t keep track (her English wasn’t as good as she liked). One of them, a black haired man, was waving a map around. Another with brown hair looked about ready to punch him in the face while the other members of their small group held him back.
This wasn’t good. Switzerland and herself were neutral. Troops from either side were not allowed on their grounds. Just what were they doing here?
Her stomach knotted as she tried to keep up with the rapid fire English that they were shouting at one another. One thought continued to repeat in her mind. Pushing herself back to her feet she began to climb back down. She had to tell Switzerland, even if they were lost. He had to know. Just in case. All she had to do was climb down quietly, and then she just had to-
BANG
Her eyes widened as she felt something cut through her chest. It sent her stumbling forward, gasping as she lost her balance, tumbling down the hill and into her baskets. A hand rose to touch her chest, where she felt something warm seeping through the green military jacket she had pulled on over her pink dress. Her hand came away red. Her lower lip trembled as she turned her head. She could hear the men coming and, oh god she had to get up, she had to tell Switzerland what was happening.
There were heavy footsteps, and then someone was kneeling down beside her. Desperately she tried to push herself up, to crawl away. But the soldier had grabbed her arm, turning her over. She gasped, wide eyes staring at the soldier that had been waving the map around. His eyes were just as wide, than he was pressing something against her chest to stop the bleeding. He was shouting at one of the others. She couldn’t make out the words though.
It hurt. Her breaths were coming in sharp, quick gasps. Tears raced down her cheeks as she tried to push the man away. A numbing fear was seeping throughout her. Everything was getting so hazy. Dark spots dancing in front of her eyes as she tried to breath. Tried to keep everything focused in her mind.
The black haired soldier was shouting at her. Her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to focus. Was he telling her to hold on? That seemed to be it. So they hadn’t-
She was wearing a military jacket. A small sob escaped her as she covered her mouth. Had they mistook her for a soldier? Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to cling to consciousness. Liechtenstein wasn’t even involved in this war. This… This wasn’t fair! She didn’t want to die. And all because of a mistake on Allied soldiers parts.
Switzerland… What was he going to say when he found out?
Would he find out?
Liechtenstein felt her world dark, the foreign soldier’s voice becoming distorted until…
Everything stopped.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Captain Jack Sparrow
