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OOC
Name: Hugo
Age:20
Timezone: CET+1
IC
Character: Nyo!Belarus. Human name Nikolai Arlovski.
Character’s age: 19
Role: Robin Hood, helped by criminals.
Preferred ships: Belarussia and Belacest are preferred, but anything’s fine with if it’s not yaoi. Bromances are fine.
Prospective blog URL: The-hooded-evil
Para Sample:
The morning red, together with the birds and other wildlife announced the beginning of a new day in the woods where Nikolai Arlovski had set up his camp. He is deemed both good and evil by many people. Some say he’s good because he rarely keeps any wealth for himself, others say he’s bad because of his theft and rumored ruthlessness. The latter one is true, but no one ever lived to tell the tale. And since people are prone to deem anything as bad they don’t know, Nikolai was a bad person to them. But not to all. The people who lived in poverty, had next to nothing and always had to wonder every day if they would have anything to eat…they loved him. And they would defend him. Yet Nikolai always refused their help. He was convinced that they would get scared and run. And rat him out. That’s why he chose to surround himself with other criminals. Men and women, not much older than himself, all with a dark past which they ever rarely spoke of. But the truth was, Nikolai didn’t exactly care about any of that. It worked and that was important to him. They got to take the wealth and give it to the poor and no one caught them.
And he was relatively content with this life. No obligations, no one telling him what to do, no one to boss him around. He left his cabin, which was bigger than the others because he is the boss. Outside, he was greeted by a rising sun, a lot of trees and a few of his ‘associates’ making breakfast out of some berries found nearby. Seems like it’s going to be another day. He greeted his ‘associates’ and then sat near a fire, looking into it for a moment. He let out a small sigh, then stood up to look for some food. After finding a few berries, he sat down and ate them, not liking the fact there wasn’t much wildlife to hunt on. It meant that they could only have meat in the evenings. After his breakfast, he stood up and took his knives, putting his hood over his face and headed towards the town. He was sick of the berries, he was going to get something better. Soon he had reached the bustling town, where he heard a town crier about some sort of evil spirit in the woods and adviced to stay out of them. It didn’t matter to him. As long as he kept working in the same way, he could continue his business anywhere. The announcement merely made him smirk. He then continued to wander throughout the town, taking his hood off because he realized no one would recognize him anyway. And in the very unlikely case they did, no one could prove anything. So he felt pretty safe, for a man leading a horde of criminals, for a good cause with morally questionable ways. His relatively good mood seemed to disappear when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around and glared at the other. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone venomous.