PLAYER
Name: Xep (formerly Witchy)
Personal Journal:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
xep_lag
E-mail: xep_lag@zoho.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM - xep-lag | Plurk - xep_lag | Pesterchum - farfangPhilosipher
CHARACTER
Name: Iceland
Canon: Scandinavia and the World
Timeline: Since it has no timeline, I'll just use "present" as a catch-all.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A, but normally I just assume the two never found each other via ~shenanigans~.
Personality: Iceland is easily seen as a pretentious pretty boy. He constantly readjusts his hairstyle, sings in the shower and hates sleep-overs because they often get in the way of his beauty sleep. He's even followed around by a cloud of what can only be described as actual, physical bishie sparkles. He's a sweet kid who loves adventure and risk-taking, and whose favorite activity is jumping into volcanos and riding the heatwaves from them. He also deems everyone else below his level of pretty, and therefore not worth dating. Nothing wrong with this, right?
Wrong.
Iceland is actually the scientific definition of a psychopath. He has no guilt, and no sense of fear. Then again, living right next to the entrance to Hell will do that to you. He has no problem with dealing with monsters, and can in fact communicate quite well with them. The more malicious, the better understanding he has of them; this ranges from his vague understanding of everyday animals to the hivemind he has with his pet hellbeasts. He's desensitized so completely to the monsters, in fact, that he can start acting satanic or crazy without even noticing it. Not in the conventional way, but just by slipping in random comments about lava and hell in normal conversation. He can even walk on lava and send things to the underworld without blinking. It's rumored he can speak Satan's language.
Aside from that, he's really just censorless in general. This is a man who collects the penises of various animals for fun, jumps into volcanos as a sport, and is always up for testing how high he can jump from without needing a parachute. He doesn't understand personal boundaries, whether it's giving people room to breathe or keeping his mouth shut. He isn't shy about his body, he isn't shy about his interests and he isn't shy about his pets; none of these seem like things he should be nervous to mention. Nothing does. If anything is going to actually set him off, it'll be out of anger, and that's very hard to do. Unless of course you are prominently better at him at something.
Iceland is extremely self-absorbed. He is in fact autosexual; the only person he's sexual attracted to himself (and even his twin sister won't do). Though, he does like spreading the sexy; not often through streaking or self-exposure (though he can easily be convinced) but by strutting for others to see, showing off his muscles for whoever cares and, as there is no classy way to put this, not caring if anyone hears/sees him wanking off. It's all his gift to humanity, of course.
All this considered, Iceland isn't a bad person to be around. He's not exactly a person to share your secrets with, but as a fair-weather friend he's a pretty good one. He has a good sense of loyalty, though he doesn't often show it, and if someone he likes is in mortal danger then he will break heads and breathe fire for their safety. Probem is, under normal circumstances he'll be more preoccupied grooming himself to listen to the problems of others.
First Person: [Video] [Assuming here that he can bring one of his hellbeasts with him.]
So what's goin' on here? It's cool! Hey, where am I? [He doesn't seem to be affected by this at all. He's looking around excitedly, while the hellbeast at his feet rubs against his legs and makes noises an animal should never be able to make.] Can I talk to which country I'm in the home of? Yeah, hey, this is Iceland! So, where is this and how do I get back? I was kinda in the middle of feeding my hellbeasts. The big one's done so he won't eat anyone today, but you know how it goes. That's grounds to give me directions or something, right?
Third Person:
After he made that post, Iceland realized he might've just been dreaming about feeding hellbeasts or something. He woke up on a train, after all. Which was weird; he almost never used trains. Subways were cool, not normal trains. Unless he could ride on the top, then it was sort of cool. This, however, was not cool.
He whistled for his hellbeasts, but the only one to respond was the one already at his heels. Sigh. Well, maybe they were just too far away. Except Hell was under everything so there should be some around here... oh well. He glanced around again, paused to check his teeth in the reflection of a puddle, and set off with the hellbeast shrieking at his heels.
The city's layout didn't strike him as really familiar, but he could learn its terrain. It didn't actually feel like it was part of any country, so maybe he could just take it over once he came home. The hellbeasts could use a new playground or something. There weren't any volcanos in sight, though, and that struck him as disappointing. He'd have to explore those mountains in the distance in the future.
Out of boredom, he glanced at his communicator and sighed, "What, are they all having a wank in sync? Shouldn't take this long for someone to say hi..."
Name: Xep (formerly Witchy)
Personal Journal:
xep_lagE-mail: xep_lag@zoho.com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM - xep-lag | Plurk - xep_lag | Pesterchum - farfangPhilosipher
CHARACTER
Name: Iceland
Canon: Scandinavia and the World
Timeline: Since it has no timeline, I'll just use "present" as a catch-all.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A, but normally I just assume the two never found each other via ~shenanigans~.
Personality: Iceland is easily seen as a pretentious pretty boy. He constantly readjusts his hairstyle, sings in the shower and hates sleep-overs because they often get in the way of his beauty sleep. He's even followed around by a cloud of what can only be described as actual, physical bishie sparkles. He's a sweet kid who loves adventure and risk-taking, and whose favorite activity is jumping into volcanos and riding the heatwaves from them. He also deems everyone else below his level of pretty, and therefore not worth dating. Nothing wrong with this, right?
Wrong.
Iceland is actually the scientific definition of a psychopath. He has no guilt, and no sense of fear. Then again, living right next to the entrance to Hell will do that to you. He has no problem with dealing with monsters, and can in fact communicate quite well with them. The more malicious, the better understanding he has of them; this ranges from his vague understanding of everyday animals to the hivemind he has with his pet hellbeasts. He's desensitized so completely to the monsters, in fact, that he can start acting satanic or crazy without even noticing it. Not in the conventional way, but just by slipping in random comments about lava and hell in normal conversation. He can even walk on lava and send things to the underworld without blinking. It's rumored he can speak Satan's language.
Aside from that, he's really just censorless in general. This is a man who collects the penises of various animals for fun, jumps into volcanos as a sport, and is always up for testing how high he can jump from without needing a parachute. He doesn't understand personal boundaries, whether it's giving people room to breathe or keeping his mouth shut. He isn't shy about his body, he isn't shy about his interests and he isn't shy about his pets; none of these seem like things he should be nervous to mention. Nothing does. If anything is going to actually set him off, it'll be out of anger, and that's very hard to do. Unless of course you are prominently better at him at something.
Iceland is extremely self-absorbed. He is in fact autosexual; the only person he's sexual attracted to himself (and even his twin sister won't do). Though, he does like spreading the sexy; not often through streaking or self-exposure (though he can easily be convinced) but by strutting for others to see, showing off his muscles for whoever cares and, as there is no classy way to put this, not caring if anyone hears/sees him wanking off. It's all his gift to humanity, of course.
All this considered, Iceland isn't a bad person to be around. He's not exactly a person to share your secrets with, but as a fair-weather friend he's a pretty good one. He has a good sense of loyalty, though he doesn't often show it, and if someone he likes is in mortal danger then he will break heads and breathe fire for their safety. Probem is, under normal circumstances he'll be more preoccupied grooming himself to listen to the problems of others.
First Person: [Video] [Assuming here that he can bring one of his hellbeasts with him.]
So what's goin' on here? It's cool! Hey, where am I? [He doesn't seem to be affected by this at all. He's looking around excitedly, while the hellbeast at his feet rubs against his legs and makes noises an animal should never be able to make.] Can I talk to which country I'm in the home of? Yeah, hey, this is Iceland! So, where is this and how do I get back? I was kinda in the middle of feeding my hellbeasts. The big one's done so he won't eat anyone today, but you know how it goes. That's grounds to give me directions or something, right?
Third Person:
After he made that post, Iceland realized he might've just been dreaming about feeding hellbeasts or something. He woke up on a train, after all. Which was weird; he almost never used trains. Subways were cool, not normal trains. Unless he could ride on the top, then it was sort of cool. This, however, was not cool.
He whistled for his hellbeasts, but the only one to respond was the one already at his heels. Sigh. Well, maybe they were just too far away. Except Hell was under everything so there should be some around here... oh well. He glanced around again, paused to check his teeth in the reflection of a puddle, and set off with the hellbeast shrieking at his heels.
The city's layout didn't strike him as really familiar, but he could learn its terrain. It didn't actually feel like it was part of any country, so maybe he could just take it over once he came home. The hellbeasts could use a new playground or something. There weren't any volcanos in sight, though, and that struck him as disappointing. He'd have to explore those mountains in the distance in the future.
Out of boredom, he glanced at his communicator and sighed, "What, are they all having a wank in sync? Shouldn't take this long for someone to say hi..."
