| Jan 22, 2012 18:33:35 GMT -5 |
Post by wales on Jan 22, 2012 18:33:35 GMT -5
Bryn Cymru/Wales Llewellyn
{And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad; The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.}
{And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad; The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.}
I Feel Like We're Summoning The Devil
Nickname/Alias: Bryn's pretty short as is, but every now and then someone calls him 'Bree'. England calls him Cymry often enough as well.
Gender: Male
Character Type: Country. England still allows him to call himself that.
Country or Country of Origin: Cymru, but he's better known as Wales. Was known as 'Briton' and 'Britannia' way back during the Roman Empire.
Canon or Original: Original
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When I look into all of your stupid faces
I think how fun it will be to pound them into dust
Hair: Light Brown
Height and Weight: 177.2 centimeters (5.8 ft) tall and about 9.6 stone (133 lbs.)
Other Distinguishing Features:
His hair is a little on the shaggier side, and he has slightly pronounced eyebrows, though no where near as bad as England's. His body is typically covered in bruises, though he will never show them to anyone or tell them where they came from. He is very fair skinned, and bakes like a potato in direct sunlight.
Overall Appearance:
Bryn is not big and bulky like Scotland, closer to England, but not quite as lithe. He has an average body, with strong but easily unnoticed muscles, and a fair complexion. His legs, though, are noticabely strong and well developed, the legs of a man who has spent his entire life sprinting through the hills, and when he raises his hand to throw something, the muscles of a javeline thrower become painfully clear. His clothes are very simple and cheap, and at least half of his wardrobe was knit or sewn with his own hands Next to the burly Scotland, the loud and drunken Irelands, or the well dressed England, the simple Welshman is easy to miss.
His body has it's fair share of scars, but more important are the seemingly never ending collection of bruises forming on his body. He goes through great pains to cover them up, and has even resorted to using makeup to cover the ones on his face when he can't use a barfight with Scotland as an alibi, and will never tell anyone where he gets them. Burn marks occasionally show up as well, due to the occasional prairie fires his country experiences whenever the sun actually pokes through the clouds.
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Man up or I'll beat you with my peace prize!
+Beer
+Gin
+Bourbon
+Brandy
+Scotch
+Rum
+Wine
+Vodka
+Milk
+Cheese
+Pudding
+Kumis (It's alcoholic milk. He sees no fault in this.)
+Mutton
+Tea
+Music
+Hills
+Scotland
+The Irelands
+Ukraine (He's never had the nerve to tell her.)
+Knitting
+Sewing
+Cooking
+Cleaning
+Rugby
+Football (Not the American one.)
+New Zealand
+Music
+Rome
+The Tudors (How's it feel to have a WELSH king, England?)
Dislikes:
-England
-Beatings
-England
-Not having his own government.
-England
-Prairie fires
-England
-Hangovers
-England
-Cleaning other peoples messes.
-England
-People mistaking him for a part of England! (It happens just about everytime he talks to someone outside the U.K.)
-England
-The fact that he may as well be a part of England.
-England
-How everyone attributes both the word 'Britain' and the legend of King Arthur to England. Those both come from BRYN'S culture, damn it!
-Did I mention England?
Strengths:
+Though conquered almost his entire life, he's been surprisingly good at maintaining his culture.
+He's a damn good shot, thanks to centuries of fighting off Swedes and Danes by running through the hills with bows and javelins.
+His stamina when running is applaudible. Again, thanks to fighting off the Swedes and Danes.
+He knows his way around a needle and thread.
+His skills in animal husbandry. He can pick out and breed the very best animals of any flock.
+He speaks Welsh. Very useful for talking bad about England without him knowing.
Weaknesses:
-Easily bullied these days.
-Arthur has pretty much beaten out, figuratively and literally, just about every ounce of defiance in his body. The man just walks all over him.
-Has no federal government.
-Not allowed to issue his own money.
-Not allowed to have his own military.
Fears:
*He's terrified of Arthur these days, mostly because he never knows what he's going to do. One minute he's being smacked for the tea being too hot, the next he's expected to cuddle.
*He's afraid for his political status. He's really only a country because Arthur lets him be one. He has no military, no federal government, and Arthur controlls his finances. The longer it goes on, the less of a chance he has of ever getting out from under that little psycho.
Secrets:
*Roman Empire was his very first love. He was conquered as a child, but the Roman treated him well and protected him from the barbarian tribes surrounding him that by the time his body developed into that of a teen, he was absolutely infatuated with the man. It broke his heart when Rome died.
*He loves Arthur, he really does, but he can't help but hate him for...well, for everything.
*He's got a thing for the Ukraine. Like any man, he was naturally attracted to her -amazing- figure, and after doing a little bit of studying, he feels they have a lot in common in both their economical and political status. He's just too afraid to tell her. Partially because he's afraid Arthur might just try to kill him if he found out he had a thing for Russia's sister.
Any Quirks/Habits:
*He drinks a lot just like everyone else in the British Isles.
*He speaks in a sing song voice. Even more so whenever he speaks in Welsh.
*He has his own slang. Half the time one of his brothers has to translate his jargon, and sometimes even they can't figure out what the hell he's talking about.
*He loves dairy. The amount of milk and cheese he consumes in a week would destroy a normal man's digestive tract.
Overall Personality:
The most down to earth of all of his siblings. When he was young, he was stubborn, willfull, and frankly a bitch to try to rule, but after a couple thousand years, he's been reduced to a timid, well-minding servant. Around England, he's very reserved and subservient, rarely raising his voice above a soft murmur. Whenever he's free of that one person, however, he's much louder and free-spirited, especially at the pub with his other brothers.
He's very good natured and old fashioned. He'll take the time out of his busy day to help push a perfect strangers car down to the repairmans shop, then buy the man a cup of coffee and chat for a few minutes while it's being worked on. He still believes in settling a score with a fistfight and a good handshake rather than get the authorities involved, and it's typically how he resolves any issue with his brothers that aren't Arthur.
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I'm the hero!
AD 48-78: Roman conquest of Britain.
AD 383: Emperor Maximus transfers rule of Britain to local rulers when he returns to Rome. According to legend, he did this as a wedding gift to a Briton(Welsh) women he fell for and married.
AD 410: Due to pressure from Anglo-Saxon raids, Roman authorities withdraw, leaving Wales to govern himself and protect himself from Anglo-Saxon's (England's) conquest.
AD 500: Anglo-Saxon's beaten at Mt. Badon. According to legend, this is the year that begins the 45 year reign of Arthur, King of the Britons. Christianity is spread through Wales.
AD 878: Rhodri Mawr unites the Welsh tribes under one rule.
AD 927: The King of Wales acknowledges the king of England as the 'over-king'.
1063: Gruffydd ap Llywelyn, the last Welsh High-King, is killed in battle by the to-be English king Earl Harold. England's ascendency is reaffirmed.
1141: Henry the First dies. Wales reclaims much of his territory.
1215: The Magna Carta is signed. Wales regains land taken unjustly by the English king.
1282: Wales becomes a principality of England. From then on, the eldest son of the English king was known as the 'Prince of Wales'.
1400: Wales rebels.
1410: The rebellion is crushed, and the Welsh become second class citizens under English rule.
1455: The War of Roses
1485: Henry Tudor, of Welsh descent, wins the War of Roses and becomes the first Welsh king of England.
1588: The Bible is published in the Welsh language.
1718: The printing press is introduced to Wales, further bolstering his culture as books are printed in the Welsh language.
1811: Wales breaks from the Church of England.
1850: Wales' coal desposits become some of the most important in the world.
1914: Great Britain enters WWI
1939: Great Britain enters WWII
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You've got it backwards! Backwards!
Hurry up and throw it! If you don't hurry up and throw it, you'll go "boom"!
Bryn hated him.
He hated him with a passion. He hated his stupid accent, the way he drank his tea, how he acted so superior to everyone else, even his own brothers. He just hated Arthur down to his bones! He wished the stupid git would just up and disappear and be out of his hair forever! He didn't need his bloody United Kingdoms. He didn't want his bloody United Kingdoms. But whatever dear little Arthur wanted, he kicked and screamed and bullied untill he got it!
Bryn washed his hands as the kettle boiled on the stove and the scones baked in the oven. He used to be wild and free. Running through the hills, not answering to anyone, except maybe Rome. But now here he was, reduced to nothing but a house servant for that selfish little git. No, not a house servant. House servants were treated decently. It was more like slavery to the Welshman's eyes. One wrong action, one cross word, one look of defiance, and the heartless git would be on him, be it verbal abuse about how he's nothing, or a good backhand to the cheek. How could they be brothers?
The kettle whistled, and he set about to pouring it into the tea cozy. Two teaspoons, one for the git, and one for the pot. The scones were just about finished as well. The timer would ding any moment. He got about to decorating the tray with the cup and saucer and the little sugarbowl and spoon. Ah, scones were done. A small plate of six of them were placed onto the tray. There, the bastards tea-time snack was done. Bryn hated having to do this for him every day, often without a word of thanks, but what could he do? God, he hated the bastard.
He missed the old days. Tending to the sheep, learning to brawl with Scotland and Ireland, telling stories about the fairies and dragons at night. Those had been the good days. Untill the stupid little git ruined them all. Thought he was better than everyone else, went around conquering and all. After Bryn had tried to hard to be a good big brother to him just like Scotland and Ireland had been to Bryn. Every moment he'd known the git had been torture.
....No, that wasn't true. He'd been a sweet, playful child. He'd been so full of wonder and naivety. They'd been a happy family once, all of them, if only for a short while. He'd loved Arthur. Bryn smiled in spite of himself as he carried the tray up to England's study. Who was he kidding? He still loved the git. In spite of everything, he was stll his little brother. He loved him.
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Bryn looked in the mirror at the bruise forming on his cheek. He'd set the timer wrong, the scones had been undercooked, and he'd used Earl Grey instead of the Djarling tea from India Arthur had simply been dying to have. He applied the icebag, and winced as it stung his cheek before the numming sensation came over him. He could still hear Arthur's harsh words ringing in his ears before telling him to get out of his sight.
And at that moment, all he could do was hate the man with all his heart.
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I Summon thee from far away lands, come forth!
You called?
Timezone: Central/Mtn
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