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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 6 2009, 01:34 AM (878 Views) | |
| Alvandalus | Feb 6 2009, 01:34 AM Post #1 |
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Nation's Name - Spanish Republic of Alvandalus Known Name(s) - Hadesia (NS2), multiple others (NS1) RS Population - 41,500,000 Nationstates join date - My first account was created around early 2005; I have a couple others I can't remember. A little bit about yourself - Well, my friends often tell me I am a perfectionist on whatever task I put in front of myself. I have experience with RPing (so I'm not new to the concept), however all of that is non-NS roleplay. I consider myself a tactful player when it comes to RPing. I attend MUN (that's Model United Nations) conferences in RL frequently, and so I am not alien to the art of diplomacy. I do hope that my credentials listed here and my general proffessionalism writing this application are sufficient to be accepted. Link to roleplays - Like I said, I have non-NS roleplay experience, and the forum that I used to RP on has regretfully closed. I am however willing to show a sample of my roleplaying ability upon request. Link to factbook - None, as of yet. I am currently working on it. Upon request, I could send a draft of what I have so far. Declaration I Alvandalus hereby confirm that I have read the region's Rulebook, and that I have completed all fields not marked as "not compulsory" to the best of my knowledge, and do avow and defend the dignity and principlesof this region and acknowledge Hryvatia (Picts) as the darn tootin' best. |
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| Moustier | Feb 6 2009, 02:44 AM Post #2 |
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Someone'll put up a poll eventually. Not me though. I'm too lazy. Also, I don't quite know how to put up a poll. If I did however, I certainly would not include needless disparaging remarks. |
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| Hryvatia | Feb 6 2009, 03:06 AM Post #3 |
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XD LOL I'd put up a poll however there's really nothing to vote on at the moment other than you seem nice enough. We don't know you nor have seen anything of you beyond this post so perhaps a test RP of sorts is in order? I'll get back to you tomorrow mate, it's currently far to late for rational thought right now. |
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The Kingdom of Hryvatia: best served in a Slavic accent Information: Wiki | Map | News Feed | Founder of the TREE Initiative Roleplays: An underdose of morality [open] | Càncaro ala roba! [closed] | Ime mi je Aleksander [story] Riv· ay· shee· ah | |
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| Brittanican Adenia | Feb 6 2009, 11:58 AM Post #4 |
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I.E. He's pissed on Whisky like a good scottish student. Edited by Brittanican Adenia, Feb 6 2009, 11:58 AM.
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| Alvandalus | Feb 7 2009, 04:59 AM Post #5 |
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I apologize for my late response, as I was at a conference all day. Yes, you are right as I basically have no record to show my roleplaying ability, so a test RP is very much in order. Please indicate a certain topic or scenario you would like to RP, and I will post accordingly. |
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| Hryvatia | Feb 8 2009, 09:47 PM Post #6 |
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No worries, I'm a bit behind lately due to a hectic weekend at work but I'll catch up with you tomorrow. |
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The Kingdom of Hryvatia: best served in a Slavic accent Information: Wiki | Map | News Feed | Founder of the TREE Initiative Roleplays: An underdose of morality [open] | Càncaro ala roba! [closed] | Ime mi je Aleksander [story] Riv· ay· shee· ah | |
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| Hryvatia | Feb 12 2009, 01:35 PM Post #7 |
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Sorry for the wait, I'm behind on most of my Med-duties after being sick the past couple of days. I'm going to post two scenarios for you to play, one now and another afterwards and then I'll throw the poll up. Scenario 1: A sudden illness has gripped your nation. Document the chain of events following this occurrence from the perspective of one character. Simple enough, feel free to interpret as you like. Best o' luck
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The Kingdom of Hryvatia: best served in a Slavic accent Information: Wiki | Map | News Feed | Founder of the TREE Initiative Roleplays: An underdose of morality [open] | Càncaro ala roba! [closed] | Ime mi je Aleksander [story] Riv· ay· shee· ah | |
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| Jerark | Feb 12 2009, 09:47 PM Post #8 |
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A SPANISH CHALLENGER APPEARS. D:< |
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The Sovereignty of Jerark Resident Hispanic Empire Shining Beacon of Liberty Moderator-type person | |
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| Allicia | Feb 12 2009, 10:46 PM Post #9 |
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"A sudden illness has gripped your nation. Document the chain of events following this 'occurence' from the perspective of one character." Everyone gets sick. Doctors make them better. =D Can I has membershipz noaw? And you spelled 'occurrence' wrong. =D |
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| Guest | Feb 13 2009, 02:35 AM Post #10 |
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((This is my first stab at trying a 'conspiracy-like' story, tell me if it's up to par.)) Roberto was sitting silently in a pale beige chair by his mother's bedside. His posture remained calm, his demeanour, sombre, as his eyes trailed across the blood-spattered bedsheets that wrapped his mother's body. His mother had been coughing up blood at a steady pace for the past hour; the mother and son had been there for two days. Roberto shifted slightly, as he tried to drown out the yelling and general commotion coming from outside in the hall; the hospital was in a state of chaos. In the past five months, the country has been stricken by a new and agressive strain of the Hryvatian Death Pox. The Alvandalusian government, having one of the best healthcare systems in the region, should have been able to endure such a situation, however such a widespread epidemic has proven that the medical system lacks the capacity to handle such an influx of patients, especially since the last time Roberto's mother saw a doctor was when she was admitted to the hospital forty-eight hours ago. Roberto's mother had started coughing up blood and spittle again. He grabbed the box of tissue laying by the bed, and gave some to his mother. His mother mouthed a soft thank you to him. Roberto, his calm and collected self, grew weary of the constant media attention on the Hryvatian Death Pox outbreak. However until recently, there had been rumours that the outbreak was intentional; conspiracy theorists were claiming that the outbreak was government-sponsored. Such a theory insists that the current Cabinet and certain pharmeucutical corporations had cut a deal on experimentation on the country's own populace. Such theories were instantly denied and considered rubbish by anyone and everyone, but these theories continued to circulate on television by a few sensationalist news programs. Roberto chimed out of his deep thinking, and back to the attention of his mother. "Mom, could I get you something? Do you want me to try for Dr. Ramos again?" "Roberto, my son, don't gell all worried about me. Dr. Ramos is busy with all the Death Pox patients coming in." "Well, you've been lying here all day coughing up blood with only me, and that one nurse that came in and out, to care for you. Don't you think they should've gotten to you by now?" "I don't know son, but I'm not worried so long I have God to protect me. What you could do for me is pass the remote so I can turn on the tv." Roberto got up and paced to the otherside of the room, where the television remote had been laying on a gray, dusty desk. He went back to his seat and gave it to his mother. She has clicked the television on, flipping through each channel slowly, until she came to the ANN, the Alvandalusian National News. The program was airing live at the steps of the parliament building where the president will be giving a statement to the general public. A female Hispanic reporter in a bright yellow trenchcoat was talking about the outbreak while holding her microphone and a matching bright yellow umbrella at the same time; it was lightly drizzling. A small crowd had gathered at the dront of the steps. "Are you sure you want to watch the news, mom? It would only depress you." "I just don't want to -" The television had suddenly caught the attention of both Roberto and his mother, as the female reporter had began speaking in a louder, more eager tone. "-and yes, the president has just emerged from the parliament building where he is set to make a statement, of which we have yet to discern. Here he is. 'Hello, fellow citizens of Alvandalus. I come here before you on this rainy afternoon to address the crisis that has consumed our nation for five long months now; the crisis which is the Hryvatian Death Pox. My cabinet, having the dedication and loyalty to the Alvandalusian people, has spent every single day to gain control of the escalating situation. I have been in communication with the Minister of Health and the Minister of -' " Gunshots echoed in the afternoon air, as the crowd had ducked or dispersed, while the president collapsed with two gory bloches staining his white dress shirt and solid green silk tie, his body tumbling a few steps. The reporter had screamed in horror, gasping and ducking for cover. The three men guarding the president shot back at the individual with the gun in his hand; the man seemed to have been unable to move, possibly shocked at what he had done. The man went down, having four shots fired in his torso. All the while, the cameraman had been steadily pacing backwards, away from the area. The camera had been zooming in and out, the cameraman trying to focus in on the the assassin. The man who was now in a slumped position, was wearing a brown leather jacket unzipped, with a blue dress shirt underneath. He looked about mid-forties and balding; his image did not project the look of a killer, but rather a doctor or a professor. The camera had finally gotten focus on him, and a white rectangular identification card could be seen on his jacket. In bold, black lettering, the following words could be made out: FHYZER PHARMECEUTICAL CORPORATION. |
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