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The Basics
Name: Severin Beilschmidt
Nickname/Other names: Sev, Holy Rome, Shinsei Roma
Gender: Male
Age: Appears twelve; actually about nine centuries old.
Hometown: East Francia
Canon: Hetalia
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim:
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
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Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I hate it when people touch me. :I
The Basics
Name: Severin Beilschmidt
Nickname/Other names: Sev, Holy Rome, Shinsei Roma
Gender: Male
Age: Appears twelve; actually about nine centuries old.
Hometown: East Francia
Canon: Hetalia
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim:
Maxwell Perry Cotton
Appearance:
Personality: Severin is a small child, though he's slightly taller than he originally was. The change in dimensions made him grow a full foot, going from three foot one to four foot one. He's scrawny with what looks like little to no muscle, though one would be amazed at what this boy can do with a heavy sword. Other than being small, he has short blond hair that he normally keeps slicked back or covered with a hat. The hat just feels more natural, and it's only ever in his room that he can be seen without any gel in his hair or a hat. His eyes are icy blue, and they normally have a cold, glaring look to them. It's natural, so don't take it to offense. Blond hair, blue eyes, and pale skin--Severin looks just like that Aryan he is. His skin can sometimes be even paler than usual because of his weak constitution that causes him to fall ill multiple times a month.
Culture shock has made this child very out of place. He walks around in confusion, might run into a few glass doors because he thinks they're open, and he'll probably freak out over the new technology of today. He doesn't understand even the slightest ounce of what surrounds him. Television? Comic books? MP3? Aren't you supposed to eat Apples? What happened to the plays? The scrolls? The bards! Oh, he misses the bards.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aside from the culture shock, Severin is a naturally awkward boy. He's normally very serious and strict, going by any rules and guidelines given to him. To him, rules are not a suggestion. They are law, whether they're set down by the government or not. His social skills aren't the best, and he doesn't really know how to express himself to his fullest extent. His glaring gaze doesn't help in his case, causing other children to run from him whenever he grows near.
Severin is a very intelligent boy when it comes to matters not of the current time period. He could tell you everything from the beginning of recorded time up to the nineteenth century. Everything else? Yeah... He's not the guy to ask about a contemporary history question. You'll most likely fail. Stubborn as hell, he gets very offended when he's told he's wrong. He knows what he's lived through and what he's learned through his studies from Mister Austria, but being told it's not in the textbook just makes him flip a desk. Literally. His rage isn't something someone should get caught in the middle of.
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Severin has quite the history that would take far too long to type out, so you'll only get the parts that interest him the most.
Severin wasn't actually born, so to speak. He was formed, created if you will, out of nothing in the beginning of the tenth century. He was wandering around the wilderness of East Francia, unknowing to what he was supposed to do. Soon after, another child found him. This child was King Louis the Child, recently crowned king due to him being the only legitimate child between the last king and queen. The boy took him in because he needed a companion, and some strange child from the wilderness seemed like a good idea at the time.
Severin watched throughout the years as the young king grew, constantly falling ill for one reason or another, and he was by the king's side regardless of the king's physical state. Unlike the human, however, Severin never aged or grew. When Louis the Child died, Severin changed hands, apparently having been marked as the King's property somewhere along the line. He changed hands three times, watching kings grow and die, the whole ordeal of humans being able to die and the revolts that occurred between their deaths hardening the boy.
The king that stuck with him the longest was Otto, and when the man was crowned emperor by the pope in 962, Severin was given an official title. Severin was not his name during this entire time, you should know. The kings merely called him boy or a variety of names, often times reflecting the king at the time. His official title became the Holy Roman Empire. Holy Rome had officially been founded, and dubbing the immortal child seemed to be the best idea they had. It fit, and he carries the title even to this day.
Centuries passed him by, and he could feel himself growing weaker. He had never been able to mature like many other embodiments of nations have been able to, forever burdened with a small form. His empire was growing weaker each year as the different sections and politicians seemed to gain unrest. Rising tensions led to one war after the next, and he could soon feel himself beginning to crumble. The Napoleonic Wars were hard on the child's health, and he struggled to even aid his troops against Napoleon Bonaparte. Upon vanishing, his empire quickly crumbled into nothing.
Key Moment: During the Napoleonic Wars, Severin just vanished. In the middle of battle, he was up against France, sword at his throat before the world changed around him.
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
He gasped, sword clattering on the hard ground below him as his hands shot up to feel his throat. There was a slight break in the skin where the sharp blade had been pressed, and he could feel blood beading at the opening. But... Where was France's sword? Where was the war? Was he dead? The blond looked back and forth, turning around. He was in some sort of building, walls raising high above him.
It was rather open in here, nothing like the cramp buildings that the peasants lived in. The ceiling was far above his head, and the lights were nothing like he had ever seen before. Torches? No, they were... He didn't know what they were! Bright, that's for sure. Shielding his eyes from the harsh, artificial lights, he tilted his head down so he could observe the rest of his surroundings. Pressed against the pale walls were... Stairs? No, they were benches! Benches filled with oddly dressed commoners!
The blond turned around once more, realizing that they were all staring at him. He fixed his cold gaze on the humans who were scattered around the room, wide eyed and jaws hanging open. They'll catch flies if they keep their mouths open. His brows knitted together as he fixed his eyes on a sphere in the hands of one of the standing humans. The teenager instantly dropped the ball he held. It bounced multiple times before just rolling to a stop on the other side of the room. Huh... Such a strange object.
Holy Rome turned once more, dropping down with a swift movement to pick up his sword before standing straight once more, his tattered black cape fluttering behind him. Sheathing his sword, the boy glared at the odd looks the humans were giving him. What? Hadn't they ever seen a knight before? Obviously not. He was, honestly, quite the short knight.
"Sir?"
A voice called out to him, causing the child to turn once more, locking his narrowed gaze on a woman who towered above him, dressed in a black suit. Beside her was a man dressed in the same suit. Odd, he had never seen such garb back in Vienne, Regensburg, or even Prague. Where was he? When was he? "What is it?"
The woman smiled, motioning towards the crowd. "You're frightening the people." Holy Rome gave a confused look, pale eyebrows knitting together even more as a frown formed on his face. "Should they not fear me?" The women shook her head, her smile never leaving her face. "No, sir. They should respect you, not fear you." Considering he was covered in tattered clothing, blood, cuts, scrapes, sweat, and dirt, he didn't see why they shouldn't fear him. With a sigh, the blond crossed his arms. "So what?"
The man stepped in this time, changing the subject. "We need you to come with us." Holy Rome took a step back, his hand instinctively grabbing onto the hilt of his sword. "Nein! Unless you're taking me back to the war, I won't leave with some strange humans." He took a few steps back, the woman and man stepping forwards. "Don't make this hard."
A growl ripped through the boy's throat as his hold on the hilt of his sword tightened. "Why?" The response was almost instant. "Because orders are orders," came from one end. "Because we can help you," came from the other. Such horrible reasons. He wasn't buying it. "The Holy Roman Empire will not go with you!" The boy took off running, his short legs giving him more speed as he could easily weave between the humans that stood, gawking in his path. He was close to the door when two suited men blocked his pathway, quickly latching onto either side of him. They lifted him up into the air, and he couldn't do anything but squirm and kick, his constant refusals being disrupted as a few fits of coughs shook his body.
"Nein! Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!"
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Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I hate it when people touch me. :I
