Your Name or Preferred Nickname:
My real name is Annmarie. As for nicknames, I usually get called by my character’s name, or sometimes people call me Rune (long story there XD)Email: [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]
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, since this thing made me sign up with a different one >.>)Timezone:
Eastern (GM -5:00)Favorite Pairings:
RuJa, AsaKiku, RoChu, GerIta, and a few others that are escaping me right now XDHated Pairings:
USUK (or any variation of that XD) but no others that are currently jumping out at me.Pairings You're Willing To Do As This Character:
(curse being so new to poor Netherlands)
I’m a pretty easygoing person when it comes to pairings, so if you want to do something just drop me a PM <3Character Name/Nation:
Tim de Vos/Netherland (or The Kingdom of the Netherlands)My Audition:
Tim straightened, brushing the dirt from his hands and gazing out over a sea of red. There were exactly 206 tulips in the garden, minus the two dozen he had so carefully cut earlier that day to be sent to Ottawa. He smiled, content that his garden was once again pristine and free of any weeds or errant plants. The wind carried the tulips’ fragrance to him, and he breathed it in, pleased that his garden was doing so well. He searched the blue skies for any sign of rain, and finding none, turned and walked slowly back to the porch, blue and white scarf fluttering in the breeze like a banner.
Sighing, he slowly sank to the step, the wood creaking a little in greeting. Things seemed to be going exactly as he wanted them to, at least for the time being. His order from Germany would be arriving later that day, and his neighbors tended to want to stay on his good side because of his contributions to their kitchens from his gardens. Smiling, he took a pipe and lighter from his pocket, placing the latter aside to fill the bowl. He could just hear Vash and Germany now, yelling their blond heads off at the meeting about how he ought to just ban it and get it over with. But why fight the inevitable? Why fight a bomb with a gun? Nothing good ever came of it of course, but he couldn’t be bothered to explain this to Ludwig or Vash of all nations. Arthur had gone through his own phase of drug use, and even he was smart enough to know that as long as you avoided the hard ones, nothing bad would happen.
He lit the bowl, watching as the flame danced before he removed the lighter, taking a drag and watching the contents flare momentarily. The smoke filled his lungs and he held it there, capturing it for as long as he could before releasing it slowly to spiral into the air. It wasn’t like he was running around in public…he was just in his own garden, after all. Again, he lit the pipe and again he held in the smoke, pushing it through his lips into rings that floated heavenward. In front of him, the tulips swayed in the breeze, but it would be awhile before they started looking like the sea of red that they really were.
((Apologies to anyone who actually speaks Dutch and finds my Dutch horribly wrong x.x))