Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Aug 17, 2010 22:33:48 GMT -5
Name: Tino Väinämöinen
Country of Origin: Suomen tasavalta
Gender Male
Age: 21
Height: 5’7
Weight: 135 lbs
Appearance:
Tino is an average-sized man, with strangely pale blond hair and violet eyes. He usually has a rather neutral expression on his face with a habit of frowning - a faint crease between his eyes has started to form in recent years. He tends to wear his old sniper uniform from during WW2 - a white uniform jacket, lined with white fur to keep warm, white military trousers and white boots. If he’s dressing down, he gets rid of the jacket and puts on a plain black long-sleeved shirt.
He can always be found with a gun on him either visible or hidden - he refuses to go without some way of defending himself or the people he cares for. Most commonly he can be found with a modified Mosin-Nagant that one of his old war veterans gave to him at the end of the World War. But with his tendency to just pick up new weapons while he works - mostly from the dead he leaves behind - he has a number of weapons from different countries around the world... almost like trophies of a sort.
Also, kept under his coat, is a small box containing practical things like bandages, pain killers and emergency rations. But, hidden down at the bottom of this box are four different locks of hair; one silvery in color and three in varying shades of blond and length - all with faint traces of dried blood spattered on them.
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Personality: The Tino from before the last great war was a kind, calm and quiet person. He was close to his family and he cared for most everyone who talked to him. He loved someone, even if it was hard for him to admit it most of the time. Mostly, the only person he had a problem with was Ivan, whom he’d recently declared independence from. His lands were flourishing and he was happy and healthy.
After the war... it was as if the old Tino no longer existed. The people he loved had all died, leaving him by himself. Right after their deaths, there is a large blank period where he doesn’t remember participating in the war - he only came back to himself near the end of the whole affair. Peace times didn’t change anything for him - he stayed on guard, spending long months and sometimes years patrolling his borders. He was determined to never be hurt like that again... and to be the one to strike first.
The Tino of today is incredibly paranoid. To him, there are enemies around every corner, waiting for him to let his guard down so they can tear what little he’s managed to scrape out of his unhappy life away from him. He’s terrified of letting people get close to him because someday... someday they would die and leave him alone again. He’s quick to anger and quick to shoot and unable to to go anywhere unarmed. Searching him thoroughly won’t help - somehow, he’ll still managed to have a gun on him.
History: Tino, unlike his nation brethren has not yet died and been reincarnated. During the war, he and Sweden defended their borders against both the Germans and the Russians. It wasn’t going well per se, but neither were losing ground, even if they weren’t gaining any. The seasons changed, the ways they fought the war changed, nations began to die or vanish and Tino began to wonder when the fighting would end so they could go back to just... being themselves.
Just before the next winter began again, all five of the Nordic nations were in a gruesome battle against the Axis when Finland and his troops came under heavy fire. Tino saw the gun, saw the bullet heading his way in an almost slow-motion daze of realizing that he may be one of those nations who die during the war... before a tall back took the shot for him.
It was almost as if Tino himself died in that moment as he held onto Sweden, or what was left of Sweden as the bullet got him in the throat. His Sweden... was gone forever. He didn’t remember the rest of that battle, but Denmark later told him that the Finnish army followed him and destroyed the enemy in fell swoop. Tino didn’t care. He didn’t care as his people battled on, fighting against a nearly implacable enemy. He didn’t care that his other brothers fell, one after another until he was the only one left - instead of mourning them, he collected a bit of each of their hair to show that, as the last Nord standing, he was in charge of all those who had fallen.
Finally, it got to the point where he couldn’t stand being around even his people - didn’t they understand that they were to mourn? That one of the dearest people in the whole world was gone? - so, he picked up a rifle and some supplies and followed those few of his who fought in the shadows into the wilds. There, he developed his skills as a sniper. No one got past his borders while he remained hidden in the snow and wilderness.
At first, none took him too seriously, whispering in the distance that he’d gone crazy, crazier than Germany or Russia, until he brought all those whispers to a sudden stop. In the year nineteen fourty-six in the dead of winter, Tino shot down and killed Russia with no hesitation. No remorse. The other remaining nations and their peoples, those who listened to their commands, backed well away from Finland and the nationless Scandinavian nations under his protection, for fear of their lives.
After the war, when he was nearly the only one left in the world, Tino remained on patrol. He refused to let his guard down - for what if in his moment of inattention another army invaded him again? His Boss’s all clamored for him to stop, demanding that he return to the endless paperwork and loneliness (except they didn’t understand the loneliness at all). So there was nothing for it - he went rogue, betraying his own government and principles to remain guarded.
It was while he was on the run, some twenty years after the war that the first ray of hope was given to Tino, as if someone out there were taking pity on causing him all that grief. He was in Denmark’s old territory when he spotted someone. Denmark himself, alive and well except for a bit younger looking than he had before he’d died. Too long he stood there shocked - the tall blond was long gone by the time he snapped out of it.
But that gave him hope. If Denmark were alive... then maybe Sweden was too? He left, to begin his search for what he’d lost.
Allegiance: Neither or either - he doesn't care.
Sample Roleplay: As Tino hasn't died yet, I'll come up with a scene to write here.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow~
Country of Origin: Suomen tasavalta
Gender Male
Age: 21
Height: 5’7
Weight: 135 lbs
Appearance:
Tino is an average-sized man, with strangely pale blond hair and violet eyes. He usually has a rather neutral expression on his face with a habit of frowning - a faint crease between his eyes has started to form in recent years. He tends to wear his old sniper uniform from during WW2 - a white uniform jacket, lined with white fur to keep warm, white military trousers and white boots. If he’s dressing down, he gets rid of the jacket and puts on a plain black long-sleeved shirt.
He can always be found with a gun on him either visible or hidden - he refuses to go without some way of defending himself or the people he cares for. Most commonly he can be found with a modified Mosin-Nagant that one of his old war veterans gave to him at the end of the World War. But with his tendency to just pick up new weapons while he works - mostly from the dead he leaves behind - he has a number of weapons from different countries around the world... almost like trophies of a sort.
Also, kept under his coat, is a small box containing practical things like bandages, pain killers and emergency rations. But, hidden down at the bottom of this box are four different locks of hair; one silvery in color and three in varying shades of blond and length - all with faint traces of dried blood spattered on them.
Crew member of:
Status:
Pet:
Crest:
Personality: The Tino from before the last great war was a kind, calm and quiet person. He was close to his family and he cared for most everyone who talked to him. He loved someone, even if it was hard for him to admit it most of the time. Mostly, the only person he had a problem with was Ivan, whom he’d recently declared independence from. His lands were flourishing and he was happy and healthy.
After the war... it was as if the old Tino no longer existed. The people he loved had all died, leaving him by himself. Right after their deaths, there is a large blank period where he doesn’t remember participating in the war - he only came back to himself near the end of the whole affair. Peace times didn’t change anything for him - he stayed on guard, spending long months and sometimes years patrolling his borders. He was determined to never be hurt like that again... and to be the one to strike first.
The Tino of today is incredibly paranoid. To him, there are enemies around every corner, waiting for him to let his guard down so they can tear what little he’s managed to scrape out of his unhappy life away from him. He’s terrified of letting people get close to him because someday... someday they would die and leave him alone again. He’s quick to anger and quick to shoot and unable to to go anywhere unarmed. Searching him thoroughly won’t help - somehow, he’ll still managed to have a gun on him.
History: Tino, unlike his nation brethren has not yet died and been reincarnated. During the war, he and Sweden defended their borders against both the Germans and the Russians. It wasn’t going well per se, but neither were losing ground, even if they weren’t gaining any. The seasons changed, the ways they fought the war changed, nations began to die or vanish and Tino began to wonder when the fighting would end so they could go back to just... being themselves.
Just before the next winter began again, all five of the Nordic nations were in a gruesome battle against the Axis when Finland and his troops came under heavy fire. Tino saw the gun, saw the bullet heading his way in an almost slow-motion daze of realizing that he may be one of those nations who die during the war... before a tall back took the shot for him.
It was almost as if Tino himself died in that moment as he held onto Sweden, or what was left of Sweden as the bullet got him in the throat. His Sweden... was gone forever. He didn’t remember the rest of that battle, but Denmark later told him that the Finnish army followed him and destroyed the enemy in fell swoop. Tino didn’t care. He didn’t care as his people battled on, fighting against a nearly implacable enemy. He didn’t care that his other brothers fell, one after another until he was the only one left - instead of mourning them, he collected a bit of each of their hair to show that, as the last Nord standing, he was in charge of all those who had fallen.
Finally, it got to the point where he couldn’t stand being around even his people - didn’t they understand that they were to mourn? That one of the dearest people in the whole world was gone? - so, he picked up a rifle and some supplies and followed those few of his who fought in the shadows into the wilds. There, he developed his skills as a sniper. No one got past his borders while he remained hidden in the snow and wilderness.
At first, none took him too seriously, whispering in the distance that he’d gone crazy, crazier than Germany or Russia, until he brought all those whispers to a sudden stop. In the year nineteen fourty-six in the dead of winter, Tino shot down and killed Russia with no hesitation. No remorse. The other remaining nations and their peoples, those who listened to their commands, backed well away from Finland and the nationless Scandinavian nations under his protection, for fear of their lives.
After the war, when he was nearly the only one left in the world, Tino remained on patrol. He refused to let his guard down - for what if in his moment of inattention another army invaded him again? His Boss’s all clamored for him to stop, demanding that he return to the endless paperwork and loneliness (except they didn’t understand the loneliness at all). So there was nothing for it - he went rogue, betraying his own government and principles to remain guarded.
It was while he was on the run, some twenty years after the war that the first ray of hope was given to Tino, as if someone out there were taking pity on causing him all that grief. He was in Denmark’s old territory when he spotted someone. Denmark himself, alive and well except for a bit younger looking than he had before he’d died. Too long he stood there shocked - the tall blond was long gone by the time he snapped out of it.
But that gave him hope. If Denmark were alive... then maybe Sweden was too? He left, to begin his search for what he’d lost.
Allegiance: Neither or either - he doesn't care.
Sample Roleplay: As Tino hasn't died yet, I'll come up with a scene to write here.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow~
