Post by principalityofme on Aug 20, 2010 19:00:24 GMT 1
Country: Principality of SEALAND
Real name: Peter Kirkland
Personality: What's that? Over there! In the ocean? It's a boat, it's a whale, It's....SEALAND!
Sealand! Principality of Sealand!
Soaring across the ocean, swabbing the deck while riding his goat
Sealand is the world's SMALLEST country! He's considered a micronation, but his size is the only thing about him that's micro. His heart is huge and he lives life to the fullest. That, of course, means reading manga, watching anime, playing games and going online!
He has huge dreams, his biggest one, is of course, to be a country.
He's quick to try to make friends with anyone! Unless it's a certain brit. He's usually very happy and gets excited over even the smallest thing, but is equally as easy to get upset.
When it comes to bad days, he prefers a pleasant internet...
Sealand ALWAYS picks the water type starters.
He actually doesn't have much of his own culture, only the one he makes up himself. If you call him British...just. Don't. EVER.
Likes:
- Video games
- Manga
- Anime
- Internet
- Juice
- Rainy and stormy days
- The sea
- Making friends
- Fairytales
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Fairies - Chocolate milk
- Football
- His family
Dislikes:
- Jerk
- Jerk
- Jerk
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Being abandoned - Being ignored
- Not being acknowledged
- Being called British
History: Hello hello! Sealand here, gonna explain my history! Listen closely!!
Previously known as H.M. Fort Roughs, I was built in 1943, 6 miles off the coast of Suffolk, as an anti German aircraft military base thing!!
I was built in international waters!
After the war, in 1956, Jerk abandoned me completely.
On September 2nd, 1967, Prince Roy Bates occupied the fort -along with his family- with the intention of radio broadcasting. Soon after, he declared me a country! That Jerk couldn’t claim me as a territory cuz I’m in international waters.
In 1968, Jerk’s navy came by and tried to get rid of me. Stupid! I fired my guns!! That showed ‘em.
Prince Roy got in trouble since he was TECHNICALLY British. ( I hate that word so much ). Since it was outside of Jerk’s territory, Prince Roy was let go! It was decided that I wasn’t part of the Shitty United Kingdom, and not part of any other country! Since I AM a country!
In September 1975, Prince Roy gave me a flag, a constitution, an anthem, my own money, and passports to those who helped me become a country!
In August 1978, I WON A WAR!! Ready? Ready for what happened? You should be excited!!
It doesn’t start out too fun...
While Prince Roy was away, some Dutch and German guys kidnapped Prince Micheal and took us both hostage...Prince Roy sent some of his men and defeated the bad guys and rescued us! We held them as POWs! Netherlands and Germany kept bugging me to let ‘em go. They wanted Jerk to help out, but he said that I’m not his and stayed out of it!
I let the Dutch go first
Prince Roy told me that I don’t need a bad reputation, and since nobody was killed, we should let the German ( I’m not even gonna say his name!! ) go.
I shot at a ship in 1990 cuz it came too close!
In 1997, the previous German guy faked my passports and sold them worldwide!!!
In 1999...Prince Roy gave me the internet!! I WAS SO HAPPY!!
In 2006, I caught fire cuzza some electrical problem...someone had to be sent to the hospital...it wasn’t fun.
In 2007, Papa tried to buy me! It didn’t work out, though...
Role Play Example:
Peter looked out of the cab window at the passing scenery. The trees and the plains passed by quickly, as if they were just a blur. It took him a while to focus on the things that passed by, taking plenty of concentration to see individual objects.
He had gotten into an argument with Sweden over his internet usage and how much he plays video games. The angry mumbles and grumbles threatened to limit his technology, which greatly upset him. Peter had stormed out of the room, and in no less than two hours, was fully packed and in a cab out of there.
Finland found it amusing and reassured Sweden that Peter would come home soon, and much to Sweden’s grimace, the place he was going was indeed very safe.
The ride was long, but Peter didn’t mind. The feeling of motion, be it boats, planes, horses, or even running around, calmed him. It made him want to take a nap.
He shut his eyes for no more than 5 minutes, when his sleep was interrupted by the driver informing Peter of his arrival. He jolted awake and waited for the car to stop. The cab came to a slow halt and Peter dashed out of the door, rolling his huge bag behind him.
Peter ran up to the door as fast as he could, almost tripping on the way there. He rang the bell and waited. Heavy footsteps opened it, greeting Peter with a crushing hug. The action was returned with a laugh as he looked up at the man towering over him, smiling.
“Uncle Denmark!!!”