Post by Heiliger Romischer Reichsfurst on Aug 17, 2011 7:01:48 GMT -7
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★ HEILIGER ROMISCHER REICHSFURST★
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BASIC INFORMATION★★★
[/font] Sisia Vogel
HUMAN NAME:
ALIAS: Sissy
APPARENT AGE:[/font] Eight 1/2 years
GENDER:[/font] Female
RANKING:[/font] Country
Standing at 3 and a half feet, Sisia is truly a small, petite little child. Her dirty blonde hair is pulled back into two pleated braids that are slightly clumsy, as she does them herself, and she has bright green eyes that are very much windows to her emotions. The girl looks very delicate, as if she would break, on account of her human ‘caretakers’ often trying to keep her inside, with her skin pale as a result, but she isn’t, not at all. Most of the time, Sisia wears blue and pink dresses, the former especially, and occasionally, when the dress is long enough and she can get away with it, she wears breeches underneath, to make romping around easier.
[/blockquote][/size][/justify]PERSONALITY★★★
[/size][/justify]Sisia is a very cheerful, happy girl. Despite the bad things that have happened in her past, she puts it all behind her, and doesn’t hold grudges for anyone that was responsible, directly or indirectly. However, the girl is wary about anyone that has soldiers (with them at the time, not period), and will fight ferociously to defend her country, not wanting to be owned by someone else. The nation thinks that some nations are scary, but usually latches onto the ones that aren’t, versus those that are usually thought of that way (like, she’s scared of Austria but not Sweden).
Having never had many playmates or friends, Sisia is quick to latch onto the first person to show her kindness, especially if they truly mean it just to be kind or are her age, and ask them to be friends. She’s very lonely, deep down inside, though she tries not to show it, having never really been much around fellow nations. She’s a very quiet girl, too, shy and hesitant about speaking with others, and usually content to sit in a comfortable silence with another person. However, if she is enthusiastic about a subject, the little girl can chatter on and on, delighted. She’s starved for love and physical affection, as well, never really knowing /anyone/ who would give them to her.
Pretty much just a cute little girl, Sissy is quite easily impressed, awestruck by the simplest things, as she doesn’t get to go many places. She can be quite naïve, too, when it comes to anything but conquering her land, and is gullible, as well, easily believing people even when they feed her lies. In short, she is just a lonely little girl who wants some love, and doesn’t particularly care who she gets it from.
TIME LINE★★★
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- ? Long uninhabited because of flooding // Sisia learned to swim early, and raised herself alone.
- ? Roman influx of the Alemanni from the north // Toddler Sisia meets Rome and Germania
- 800s The area, called Rhaetia, becomes part of the Carolingian Empire // Two-year-old Sisia becomes part of France's kingdom
- 1268 Duchy of Swabia was lost as a title // Four-year-old Sisia loses her status as a German dukedom
- 1342 Land expanded slightly to cover the county newly named Vaduz
- 15th Century Three wars and some devastation happen to Swabia during the dynasty of Montfort of Vorarlberg // Seven-year-old Sisia learns about the the devastation, pain, and death that war brings, even to her little area
- 1618-1648 Thirty Years War: Invaded by both Swedish and Austrian troops // Eight-year-old Sisia met the scary countries of both Sweden and Austria, and found out what exactly real war looks like
- 17th Century Swabia was afflicted with both a plague and a witch hunt // Sisia became deathly ill, and, having no one to care for her, suffered in silence, along with the occasional burning feeling of the witch burnings.
- January 23, 1719 Charles VI, promoted the land of Swabia to be a principality called Liechtenstein, calling them Heiliger Römischer Reichsfürst // Holy Rome was the first person to recognize Sisia as a country, and became the young child's first friend.
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OUT OF CHARACTER★★★
[/font] Liech or Etta
ALIAS:
TIME ZONE:[/font] GMT-5 Eastern
CONTACT:[/font] PM
RP SAMPLE:[/font]
It was time for her biweekly trip to the cemetery. Sisia wasn’t sure why she did it, but it felt right to pay respects to the dead, instead of just forgetting they were there. Sure, she didn’t know anyone that was buried, but sometime, here, those people had lived and breathed and laughed and cried, long before she was even a thought in her… Well, before anyone had planned for her, at any rate. You were supposed to respect your elders, those that came before you, and who better than those that had left the earth? They couldn’t impart wisdom upon you, perhaps, but once she died, and Vash had died, she didn’t want to be forgotten. Perhaps that was why she did it, so maybe Karma would come around some day, and someone would visit her grave, and wonder who Sisia was.
Stepping carefully through the gravestones, the girl knelt at one of them, uncaring for her knees as they sunk slightly into the soft ground. Whenever she went out here, she always borrowed brother’s clothes, instead of her dress, and left her ribbon back for safe keeping. She didn’t want to get her only clothes dirty, and she definitely didn’t want to lose her ribbon. That would be awful, so Sisia was willing to look like a boy instead of losing one of her most cherished possessions.
Gently, and trying not to get any dirt on it, Sisia lay her carefully colored picture of flowers down before the grave, pinning it down with a rock. Flowers were hide to come by, the only ones that ever grew being the weeds that seemed to breed everywhere, and she didn’t want to use the ones that could be found right next to the grave. It didn’t seem right, so for every grave she visited, all five, she drew a careful picture of flowers from memory, using the precious crayons that the German was afraid would be whittled down to nothing someday. For today, she had drawn pictures of daisies, tulips, petunias, and daffodils, along with the current picture of a lily that she was pinning down. Smiling gently, Sisia brushed the dirt off of the grave, looking for the name. James. “Yames,” she spoke, bowing her head and folding her hands. “I hope zaht you hahd ah hahppy life, und zaht you ahre aht peace.”
Standing up, and, being careful of the pictures she held underneath her arm, brushing off her brother’s khaki pants, Sisia stepped away from the grave, walking over to the next, one belonging to a fairly legible Hannah. Kneeling down once more, the girl gently pulled out her picture of the daisies, setting it gently on the ground in front of the grave, placing a stone upon it. About to begin her small prayer to the late Hannah, she was startled when a yell, with words she couldn’t hear clearly enough, came over the graveyard. Squeaking in surprise, Sisia jerked back, hitting her head on the grave situated slightly behind her. Immediately grabbing her hurt skull, she bent over, feeling the slight throb vibrate throughout her head. “Ach… Ach…” she murmured, feeling with her fingers to inspect the damage. Luckily, there seemed to be none, perhaps a small bump, but…
With a start, the girl realized that she had dropped her three remaining pictures, and the wind was blowing them away! “Nein, nein, nein!” she yelled (still fairly quietly) as she chased after them, the wind blowing her short hair as she tried to catch the flying papers. Ah, the tulips were going that way! Running away up, away from the Sanitarium, Sisia let loose a small sigh of relief as she managed to snatch that one, doing her best not to crumple it as she folded it up and tucked it in her pocket, before quickly going further to try and get the other two. The petunias weren’t too far in front of her, but the girl was forced to tackle it to the ground, jumping on it and dirtying both the picture and her brother’s light blue shirt. Deciding to deal with that later, she jumped up, dashing after the last one, the daffodils. She was nearing a tree, concentrating solely on the picture flying ahead of her…
When it hit a man standing there, pressed up against his jacket. Stuttering to a halt, Sisia took in the scene with wide eyes. The blonde man, whom she recognized as the Duke of the Order, though she didn’t know his name, was standing over a dead bird, with her daffodil picture plastered to him. Blinking, and turning a slight red as she glanced away, fixing her gaze on her feet, she spoke up quietly, not looking to see his reaction to an apparent young boy coming out of nowhere and talking to him. “Hmm, s-sir? Cahn I hahve my pikyer bahck? Ze v-vind blew it ahvay.” Pleating her fingers together in front of her, Sisia couldn’t bear to look up, not even to check if her picture had blown off of him, or if the Duke was staring at her strangely.
She knew that being higher up in the Order usually meant that the person had fought in the revolt, and done well, or something along those lines, and the people who had fought hard in the revolt were the patients. After all, the staff wouldn’t fight, and the Sanitarium rarely got visitors, at least from what she’d seen in heard. Cursing herself for her prejudice, immediately being somewhat scared of someone who was criminally insane, Sisia reminded herself that her brother was, as well, and he wasn’t scary. Just because he had been a patient here did not mean that he would hurt her. Flashing back to her reflective thoughts about being forgotten from earlier, the German girl swallowed nervously. “P-Please d-don’t hyert me!”
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