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[The United Remnants of America]

I totally support the above applicant.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

-snip-

Hey bud, nice app but it has to be on our regional map, also a couple things in your app such as when the world wars broke out needs to be changed as well

[Greater Skogkladdaberg]

-snip-

Hey bud, nice app but it has to be on our regional map, also a couple things in your app such as when the world wars broke out needs to be changed as well

Well, I was hoping I'd edit myself into the map using existing landmasses or something of the like. Also, I'm fine with changing dates for world wars - I figured as much.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

Hey bud, nice app but it has to be on our regional map, also a couple things in your app such as when the world wars broke out needs to be changed as well

Well, I was hoping I'd edit myself into the map using existing landmasses or something of the like. Also, I'm fine with changing dates for world wars - I figured as much.

Hmmm, while it isn't too bad of an idea, I'm not sure how our mapmaker would think about it

[Greater Skogkladdaberg]

Well, I was hoping I'd edit myself into the map using existing landmasses or something of the like. Also, I'm fine with changing dates for world wars - I figured as much.

Hmmm, while it isn't too bad of an idea, I'm not sure how our mapmaker would think about it

Well, we'll get there when we get there.

[Urran]

ugh, we seriously need a new chat thread.

[Ratte]

ugh, we seriously need a new chat thread.

We do
I still like he idea of the regional news paper thing esgonia proposed
Though I guess it's hard when not everyone who is in the canon is in the region..

[The United Remnants of America]

We have the RMB. That's all the chat thread we need.

[Esgonia]

ugh, we seriously need a new chat thread.

I really need to get that embassy running...

[Urran]

We have the RMB. That's all the chat thread we need.

not in your region, not losing my influence or residency in my current one to move

I really need to get that embassy running...

Yes you do.

[Esgonia]

We have the RMB. That's all the chat thread we need.

not in your region, not losing my influence or residency in my current one to move

I really need to get that embassy running...

Yes you do.

At least I already signed up in the Forums.
Now just to get the app running.

[Greater Skogkladdaberg]

So... how about my app...?

[Esgonia]

Novaya Equestria and Greater Skogkladdaberg, you're both ACCEPTED.

[Greater Skogkladdaberg]

Novaya Equestria and Greater Skogkladdaberg, you're both ACCEPTED.

спасибо

[Novaya Equestria]

Novaya Equestria and Greater Skogkladdaberg, you're both ACCEPTED.

Danke!

[The United Remnants of America]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: The Unitary State of the United Remnants of America
Official Population: 1,453,253,789
Demonym: Remnant
Description of Nation's History: This is out of NA canon, obviously, but I've had no reason until now to make an NA history.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well): Yeah, okay.

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Unitary Authoritarian Republic
Head of State: President Gabriel Drake
Head of Government: President Gabriel Drake
Political Ideology: Leftist Fascism
GDP: NS$30,877,295,713,546.33
GDP Per Capita: NS$21,247.01

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 6,309,800
Active Military Personnel: 850,000
Reserve Military Personnel: 2,660,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

[Western Pacific Territories]

You're military is high on something considering those total military numbers... and I want some.

[Ratte]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: The Unitary State of the United Remnants of America
Official Population: 1,453,253,789
Demonym: Remnant
Description of Nation's History: This is out of NA canon, obviously, but I've had no reason until now to make an NA history.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well): Yeah, okay.

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Unitary Authoritarian Republic
Head of State: President Gabriel Drake
Head of Government: President Gabriel Drake
Political Ideology: Leftist Fascism
GDP: NS$30,877,295,713,546.33
GDP Per Capita: NS$21,247.01

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 6,309,800
Active Military Personnel: 850,000
Reserve Military Personnel: 2,660,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

you could honestly keep that lore you have
just edit make an extra copy and edit it

[The United Remnants of America]

You're military is high on something considering those total military numbers... and I want some.

It's because there's a couple things that don't necessarily fit in to active or reserves, but are considered military personnel.

Like our Border Guard, which is neither, but is under the Remnant Military, as the National Intelligence Agency, our intelligence service, the Internal Security Agency, our police force, and the Special Containment Agency, our [REDACTED].

While none of those are reserve or active, because they have an everyday job they get up and do, their directors sit on the Joint Chiefs and they ultimately answer to the Commander-in-Chief and President.

[Cholov]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: The Pan-Slavic Union of Cholov
Official Population: 48,720,000
Demonym: Cholovian/Pole
Description of Nation's History: An island nation founded by Jewish communities that escaped the Holocaust. After the end of WW2, most of the Jewish people returned home(although many stayed), which was followed by mass immigration from Scandinavia, the Baltic States, Germany and Poland- mainly to escape the U.S.S.R.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well):

Vladigrad
December 1st
As Polish troops flooded the harbor and pressed the enemy back with fire from their machine guns, shells continued to rip up the city. As the mad dash to escape the Cholovian onslaught began, the 400 or so Cholovians now on the beach began throwing Molotov cocktails and grenades into nearby buildings, both to add to the chaos and to flush out any Korelian troops inside. The rumble of aircraft made many Korelians look up, to see a dark cloud of enemy planes approaching. They were fighter-bombers. Without regard for the tremendous loss of civilian life, the planes swirled into nosedives at the convoys of vehicles rushing out of the city and dropped bombs on them, ripping apart the vehicles and slaughtering their passengers. Machine guns spat fire at the defenders, further driving them from the harbor.

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Viktor let down the ear flaps of his ushanka as a bitter wind rustled by. He and his partner Josef rushed quietly through the town, away from the screams and flames in their Korelian uniforms. Climbing up the side of a small house, Viktor ran along its' tile roof. "There it is!" he whispered to his comrade, pointing ahead at the wooden mansion surrounded by a cluster of tents that was the Korelian HQ. They crossed several more roofs and took up position in a balcony facing away from the camp, as if preparing to snipe at the advancing Poles. "Now!" mumbled Josef. Viktor whipped around to see a tall, important looking man stride out from the tents with a group of officers and soldiers, pointing around as if giving orders. He positioned his sniper rifle and carefully looked down the scope.

"Sir!" one of the Korelians suddenly cried out before sending his commander to the ground by tackling him. "Goddamn!" Viktor shouted angrily. "It doesn't matter," Josef said coldly as he pulled out his machine gun. It roared to life just as the Korelian soldiers were raising their rifles to shoot back, peppering the group with bullets. Half of them collapsed clutching their sides or head or legs, and others dived for cover. The old general rose and grasped for a revolver to defend himself, then suddenly shouted in pain and held his hand up to his throat. He collapsed in the snow, which was now soaked with crimson blood. "Run!" both assassins shouted, already dashing across the roofs back towards their army.

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Max dashed across the narrow pier, braving enemy fire to dive into the rusty fishing boat opposite his previous cover, a stack of wooden crates. He peered at the dark interior of the ship, found a good spot, and ran over to it. Peering out of the smashed window, Max observed the battle. Cholovian marines dashed back and forth from cover, harassed by Korelian rifle fire from the city streets and houses. He could see the silhouettes of Korelian men in ushankas and heavy coats running atop the crumbling fortress. Nodding to himself, he hefted his heavy machine gun into the window and pointed it towards the wall of the stone fort. His gun vibrated erratically as it spat flame and lead towards his targets.

With satisfaction Max watched as three men were mowed down and the rest dove for cover. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past his shoulder and he instinctively ducked. Peering out of the window, Max saw a flash of light from the window of one of the unharmed dock buildings. He ducked down again and grabbed a grenade. Pulling the pin, he stood up and hurled it at the nearby building. It flew through the window his shooter was in as Max jumped behind the wall. He heard frantic yelling in Russian and leaned out just in time to see the grenade explode, blowing through the wall and roof and sending the mangled body of his adversary flying into the black water. As if to underscore his achievement a fresh flurry of shells whizzed overhead and one rammed into the already decrepit building, smashing it apart and sending debris everywhere. Whooping, Max
ran out of the dinghy. He was pleased to see his comrades moving up. Little by little, the city was falling.

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Commodore Pyotr Romanov peered through his binoculars at the weakening Korelian line. It was falling apart from the intense bombardment that his fleet was delivering. Smiling to himself, Pyotr lowered the binoculars and turned to the lieutenant he had just noticed waiting by his side. The young man snapped to attention and they exchanged salutes. "Sir, Captain Nowak has requested permission to send reinforcements. We are taking heavy casu-" Pyotr put his hand up. "Tell the Captain that under no means will we send reinforcements until I give that order. Do you understand?" The young officer looked distraught, but saluted just the same. "Sir yes sir!" he called before walking away across the long deck of the Teuton.

The old commodore turned back to the midnight scene, watching as more shells from his ships ripped apart the town. Almost half of it was now alight, illuminating the battle eerily as screams of the dead and dying floated up into the heavens. He nodded to himself again, and quoted the famous American commander Sherman; "'I am tired and sick of war. Its' glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have never heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.'"

Cholov
The war had changed everyone's lives. Suddenly thousands of men were reassigned from jobs everywhere to factories, especially in Maxim, Cholov's capital and principal industrial zone; even women, previously very restricted in their careers, where employed in the industries.. It seemed that those men who were not working day in and day out at the arms factories were joining up, swelling the army with new recruits. The entire country was bombarded with fresh waves of propaganda, on posters, massive speeches and rallies, through the airwaves, and on television. Cholov, and every Pole must be completely loyal and completely dedicated to the war effort in order to defeat the Mongol Korelians, they said. There was no opposition. Decades of weeding out any who had ideas contradictory to the state, and rearing entire generations who had been taught from birth that the beliefs of the state where just, had made sure of that.

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
December 2nd
The yacht bounced across the waves, turning the ship sideways and making Sebastian lose his balance. Still, keeping ahold of the railing, he made his way down the hallway until he stepped through the door of the banquet room. Most of his cabinet were already seated along the grand dining table. Smiling and readjusting his suit, the Prime Minister sat in his place at the head of the bolted down table. As he was about to speak another jolting bump struck, twisting the room sideways. It was difficult to restrain himself from digging into the perfect pastries, powdered with cream, arrayed in front of him, but he managed. Recomposing himself, Sebastian launched into a toast as he hoisted a slender glass of champagne:
"Gentlemen, the invasion has begun. Already dozens of lives have been lost in the hour or so we have been attacking the Russian filth which stand in our way. But, those scum have lost hundreds more! It is essential to operations that we destroy the Korelian spirit. After tonight you will receive.. special orders about our occupation. For, in order to break our enemy, we must destroy all that is dear to it. So, gentlemen, I toast! To the Death of Korelia!

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Parliamentary Republic
Head of State: Sebastian Maczko
Head of Government: Sebastian Maczko
Political Ideology: Nationalism, Egalitarianism
GDP: 170,000,000 NSD
GDP Per Capita: 43,000 NSD

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Military

Total Military Personnel: Approx. 2,000,000
Active Military Personnel: Approx. 1,200,000
Reserve Military Personnel: Approx. 800,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

[Western Pacific Territories]

FYI your GDP per capita is your GDP divided by your population.

[The United Remnants of America]

FYI your GDP per capita is your GDP divided by your population.

So that'd be about... 3.

[Novaya Equestria]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: Novayan Revolutionary Democratic People's Republic (aka Novayan RDPR)
Official Population: 1.5 Billion
Demonym: Novayan
Description of Nation's History: The Novayan RDPR was formed when the Varbosian Revolutions—caused by economic strife, forced military conscription, ruthless suppression, ethnic cleansing, and corruption, caused by four conspiracy groups—split the Tsarist Varbosian Empire into five states: Varbosia, Osania, Novorova, Tristania, and Yakoslavia. Five factions controlled the five nations: The Bolsheviks (known as the Novorovan Socialist Coalition) controlled the Novorova Federation, the Nazis (known as the Tristanian Reich Faction) controlled the Principality of Tristania, the Imperials (known as the Imperial Osanian Federation) controlled the Osanian Federal State, the Reactionaries (known as the Lenovski United Front) controlled the Yakoslavian Republic, and what's left of the loyalists controlled Varbosia, resulting in the Varbosian Civil War, which involved limiting fighting that never turned to open war.

It wasn't until that, the Eastern Sovereign Faction—formed a 17 year old Vice Admiral by the name of Borealis Norsoutha (who was forcefully conscripted into the Imperial Varbosian Navy at the age of 11 and also promoted himself to full Admiral)—which controlled Varbosia, was formed when he made it his objective to unite the splintered Varbosian Empire and fought tirelessly to achieve it. The Novorovan Socialist Coalition's decision to start the genocidal assault on the city of Shadow Sphere that resulted in the deaths of 45,798 people, the Eastern Sovereign Faction of Admiral Borealis Norsoutha, horrified by their decision, declared war on the Novorovan Socialist Coalition, backed by oppositions groups, starting the conflict.

Over the course of the war, the two main factions expanded with the merging of groups allied to their cause: The Novorovan Socialist Coalition was joined by the Lenovski United Front and the Tristanian Reich Faction, while the Eastern Sovereign Faction assimilated the Imperial Osanian Federation, an act facilitated by the fact that Borealis Norsoutha is both half-Varbosian, half-Osanian. The war saw the NSC and opposition groups fighting in various battlefields and cities across the once-glorious Empire, leading the Eastern Sovereign Faction to create the more-benevolent Reichswaffen-SS and bring back the elite 12th Special Operations Command Brigade, known as the Knights of Salta. It wasn't until that the ESF was joined by exiles and technicians from an unspecified civil war, including Andrew Oliver. The latter supplied them with confidential research on battle airship technology that was adapted into Borealis' "Aerial Fleet Directive" that birthed the Fraxinus and its escort airships.

The strength of the Knights of Salta, the Reichswaffen-SS, and the Aerial Fleet became the greatest asset of the Eastern Faction, and ultimately allowed them to win the war, which ended with the rescue of Tsar Mikhail I and his family held captive in the NSC's headquarters. After the war, ADM. Borealis Norsoutha formed a committee of fascist military leaders known as the Military Revolutionary People's Committee/Council, also known as the "Revolutionary People's Committee." The junta assumed control of the former government, convincing the populace that a military dictatorship was the only way to restoring order to their nation. The MRPC under ADM. Borealis Norsoutha—realizing that their time would end like any dictatorships, military dictatorships, and military juntas if they were to suppress any opposition (think about Adolf Hitler and several other dictatorships)—decided to focus on rebuilding its infrastructure and spend money into healthcare, education, the environment, social policy, transportation, law & order, and administration.

The military junta, despite being too fascistic, was actually much better and benevolent than any juntas or dictatorships—the MRPC banning ethnic separation and racism, releasing the falsely accused, solving the economic troubles, using renewable/alternative energy, performing peacekeeping ops and sending humanitarian aid/disaster relief supplies, et cetera—because of the past that troubled Admiral Borealis, his friends, and the nation before the Fall. The five nations united, Admiral Borealis Norsoutha has proclaimed the creation of the Novayan Revolutionary Democratic People's Republic, or the Novayan RDPR, and has also announced that the government will do what is right and will help those. Thus, the Novayan RDPR is born.

TS;JR: The Novayan RDPR was formed from the five states and also defeated the Socialists that caused the collapse. So the Novayan RDPR began to commit good things where other dictatorships and juntas had not.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well): INHALE

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Fascist and benevolent military junta with tsarist autocracy
Head of State: ADM. Borealis M. Norsoutha (via the Military Revolutionary People's Committee)
Head of Government: VADM. Ushanka Mosin A. Zoborov (via the Military Revolutionary People's Committee)
Political Ideology: Enlightened Socialism (known as Moderate Fascism; mistakenly known as Eastern Sovereignism)
GDP: $43 Trillion
GDP Per Capita: $35,000

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 3,500,000
Active Military Personnel: 2,000,000
Reserve Military Personnel: 1,500,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

Reasons for Revision: Numbering its military numbers to just 1.5 million would mean a disadvantage to the Novayan RDPR Military, whose disadvantage will be exploited by any Ausozeran nations within Ausozera.

[Esgonia]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: The Pan-Slavic Union of Cholov
Official Population: 48,720,000
Demonym: Cholovian/Pole
Description of Nation's History: An island nation founded by Jewish communities that escaped the Holocaust. After the end of WW2, most of the Jewish people returned home(although many stayed), which was followed by mass immigration from Scandinavia, the Baltic States, Germany and Poland- mainly to escape the U.S.S.R.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well):

Vladigrad
December 1st
As Polish troops flooded the harbor and pressed the enemy back with fire from their machine guns, shells continued to rip up the city. As the mad dash to escape the Cholovian onslaught began, the 400 or so Cholovians now on the beach began throwing Molotov cocktails and grenades into nearby buildings, both to add to the chaos and to flush out any Korelian troops inside. The rumble of aircraft made many Korelians look up, to see a dark cloud of enemy planes approaching. They were fighter-bombers. Without regard for the tremendous loss of civilian life, the planes swirled into nosedives at the convoys of vehicles rushing out of the city and dropped bombs on them, ripping apart the vehicles and slaughtering their passengers. Machine guns spat fire at the defenders, further driving them from the harbor.

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Viktor let down the ear flaps of his ushanka as a bitter wind rustled by. He and his partner Josef rushed quietly through the town, away from the screams and flames in their Korelian uniforms. Climbing up the side of a small house, Viktor ran along its' tile roof. "There it is!" he whispered to his comrade, pointing ahead at the wooden mansion surrounded by a cluster of tents that was the Korelian HQ. They crossed several more roofs and took up position in a balcony facing away from the camp, as if preparing to snipe at the advancing Poles. "Now!" mumbled Josef. Viktor whipped around to see a tall, important looking man stride out from the tents with a group of officers and soldiers, pointing around as if giving orders. He positioned his sniper rifle and carefully looked down the scope.

"Sir!" one of the Korelians suddenly cried out before sending his commander to the ground by tackling him. "Goddamn!" Viktor shouted angrily. "It doesn't matter," Josef said coldly as he pulled out his machine gun. It roared to life just as the Korelian soldiers were raising their rifles to shoot back, peppering the group with bullets. Half of them collapsed clutching their sides or head or legs, and others dived for cover. The old general rose and grasped for a revolver to defend himself, then suddenly shouted in pain and held his hand up to his throat. He collapsed in the snow, which was now soaked with crimson blood. "Run!" both assassins shouted, already dashing across the roofs back towards their army.

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Max dashed across the narrow pier, braving enemy fire to dive into the rusty fishing boat opposite his previous cover, a stack of wooden crates. He peered at the dark interior of the ship, found a good spot, and ran over to it. Peering out of the smashed window, Max observed the battle. Cholovian marines dashed back and forth from cover, harassed by Korelian rifle fire from the city streets and houses. He could see the silhouettes of Korelian men in ushankas and heavy coats running atop the crumbling fortress. Nodding to himself, he hefted his heavy machine gun into the window and pointed it towards the wall of the stone fort. His gun vibrated erratically as it spat flame and lead towards his targets.

With satisfaction Max watched as three men were mowed down and the rest dove for cover. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past his shoulder and he instinctively ducked. Peering out of the window, Max saw a flash of light from the window of one of the unharmed dock buildings. He ducked down again and grabbed a grenade. Pulling the pin, he stood up and hurled it at the nearby building. It flew through the window his shooter was in as Max jumped behind the wall. He heard frantic yelling in Russian and leaned out just in time to see the grenade explode, blowing through the wall and roof and sending the mangled body of his adversary flying into the black water. As if to underscore his achievement a fresh flurry of shells whizzed overhead and one rammed into the already decrepit building, smashing it apart and sending debris everywhere. Whooping, Max
ran out of the dinghy. He was pleased to see his comrades moving up. Little by little, the city was falling.

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Commodore Pyotr Romanov peered through his binoculars at the weakening Korelian line. It was falling apart from the intense bombardment that his fleet was delivering. Smiling to himself, Pyotr lowered the binoculars and turned to the lieutenant he had just noticed waiting by his side. The young man snapped to attention and they exchanged salutes. "Sir, Captain Nowak has requested permission to send reinforcements. We are taking heavy casu-" Pyotr put his hand up. "Tell the Captain that under no means will we send reinforcements until I give that order. Do you understand?" The young officer looked distraught, but saluted just the same. "Sir yes sir!" he called before walking away across the long deck of the Teuton.

The old commodore turned back to the midnight scene, watching as more shells from his ships ripped apart the town. Almost half of it was now alight, illuminating the battle eerily as screams of the dead and dying floated up into the heavens. He nodded to himself again, and quoted the famous American commander Sherman; "'I am tired and sick of war. Its' glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have never heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.'"

Cholov
The war had changed everyone's lives. Suddenly thousands of men were reassigned from jobs everywhere to factories, especially in Maxim, Cholov's capital and principal industrial zone; even women, previously very restricted in their careers, where employed in the industries.. It seemed that those men who were not working day in and day out at the arms factories were joining up, swelling the army with new recruits. The entire country was bombarded with fresh waves of propaganda, on posters, massive speeches and rallies, through the airwaves, and on television. Cholov, and every Pole must be completely loyal and completely dedicated to the war effort in order to defeat the Mongol Korelians, they said. There was no opposition. Decades of weeding out any who had ideas contradictory to the state, and rearing entire generations who had been taught from birth that the beliefs of the state where just, had made sure of that.

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
December 2nd
The yacht bounced across the waves, turning the ship sideways and making Sebastian lose his balance. Still, keeping ahold of the railing, he made his way down the hallway until he stepped through the door of the banquet room. Most of his cabinet were already seated along the grand dining table. Smiling and readjusting his suit, the Prime Minister sat in his place at the head of the bolted down table. As he was about to speak another jolting bump struck, twisting the room sideways. It was difficult to restrain himself from digging into the perfect pastries, powdered with cream, arrayed in front of him, but he managed. Recomposing himself, Sebastian launched into a toast as he hoisted a slender glass of champagne:
"Gentlemen, the invasion has begun. Already dozens of lives have been lost in the hour or so we have been attacking the Russian filth which stand in our way. But, those scum have lost hundreds more! It is essential to operations that we destroy the Korelian spirit. After tonight you will receive.. special orders about our occupation. For, in order to break our enemy, we must destroy all that is dear to it. So, gentlemen, I toast! To the Death of Korelia!

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Parliamentary Republic
Head of State: Sebastian Maczko
Head of Government: Sebastian Maczko
Political Ideology: Nationalism, Egalitarianism
GDP: 170,000,000 NSD
GDP Per Capita: 43,000 NSD

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Military

Total Military Personnel: Approx. 2,000,000
Active Military Personnel: Approx. 1,200,000
Reserve Military Personnel: Approx. 800,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

Your GDP is a weeee bit high, not to mention your GDP per Capita is incorrect. (which GDP Per Capita = GDP/Population).
And another thing you should know, Ausozera uses a fictional map and not a real-world Earth Map.

As for Novaya, you're Accepted

[Novaya Equestria]

Ausozera Regional Application

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General Information

Official Nation's Name: The Pan-Slavic Union of Cholov
Official Population: 48,720,000
Demonym: Cholovian/Pole
Description of Nation's History: An island nation founded by Jewish communities that escaped the Holocaust. After the end of WW2, most of the Jewish people returned home(although many stayed), which was followed by mass immigration from Scandinavia, the Baltic States, Germany and Poland- mainly to escape the U.S.S.R.
RP Sample(Short story will work as well):

Vladigrad
December 1st
As Polish troops flooded the harbor and pressed the enemy back with fire from their machine guns, shells continued to rip up the city. As the mad dash to escape the Cholovian onslaught began, the 400 or so Cholovians now on the beach began throwing Molotov cocktails and grenades into nearby buildings, both to add to the chaos and to flush out any Korelian troops inside. The rumble of aircraft made many Korelians look up, to see a dark cloud of enemy planes approaching. They were fighter-bombers. Without regard for the tremendous loss of civilian life, the planes swirled into nosedives at the convoys of vehicles rushing out of the city and dropped bombs on them, ripping apart the vehicles and slaughtering their passengers. Machine guns spat fire at the defenders, further driving them from the harbor.

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Viktor let down the ear flaps of his ushanka as a bitter wind rustled by. He and his partner Josef rushed quietly through the town, away from the screams and flames in their Korelian uniforms. Climbing up the side of a small house, Viktor ran along its' tile roof. "There it is!" he whispered to his comrade, pointing ahead at the wooden mansion surrounded by a cluster of tents that was the Korelian HQ. They crossed several more roofs and took up position in a balcony facing away from the camp, as if preparing to snipe at the advancing Poles. "Now!" mumbled Josef. Viktor whipped around to see a tall, important looking man stride out from the tents with a group of officers and soldiers, pointing around as if giving orders. He positioned his sniper rifle and carefully looked down the scope.

"Sir!" one of the Korelians suddenly cried out before sending his commander to the ground by tackling him. "Goddamn!" Viktor shouted angrily. "It doesn't matter," Josef said coldly as he pulled out his machine gun. It roared to life just as the Korelian soldiers were raising their rifles to shoot back, peppering the group with bullets. Half of them collapsed clutching their sides or head or legs, and others dived for cover. The old general rose and grasped for a revolver to defend himself, then suddenly shouted in pain and held his hand up to his throat. He collapsed in the snow, which was now soaked with crimson blood. "Run!" both assassins shouted, already dashing across the roofs back towards their army.

---

Max dashed across the narrow pier, braving enemy fire to dive into the rusty fishing boat opposite his previous cover, a stack of wooden crates. He peered at the dark interior of the ship, found a good spot, and ran over to it. Peering out of the smashed window, Max observed the battle. Cholovian marines dashed back and forth from cover, harassed by Korelian rifle fire from the city streets and houses. He could see the silhouettes of Korelian men in ushankas and heavy coats running atop the crumbling fortress. Nodding to himself, he hefted his heavy machine gun into the window and pointed it towards the wall of the stone fort. His gun vibrated erratically as it spat flame and lead towards his targets.

With satisfaction Max watched as three men were mowed down and the rest dove for cover. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past his shoulder and he instinctively ducked. Peering out of the window, Max saw a flash of light from the window of one of the unharmed dock buildings. He ducked down again and grabbed a grenade. Pulling the pin, he stood up and hurled it at the nearby building. It flew through the window his shooter was in as Max jumped behind the wall. He heard frantic yelling in Russian and leaned out just in time to see the grenade explode, blowing through the wall and roof and sending the mangled body of his adversary flying into the black water. As if to underscore his achievement a fresh flurry of shells whizzed overhead and one rammed into the already decrepit building, smashing it apart and sending debris everywhere. Whooping, Max
ran out of the dinghy. He was pleased to see his comrades moving up. Little by little, the city was falling.

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Commodore Pyotr Romanov peered through his binoculars at the weakening Korelian line. It was falling apart from the intense bombardment that his fleet was delivering. Smiling to himself, Pyotr lowered the binoculars and turned to the lieutenant he had just noticed waiting by his side. The young man snapped to attention and they exchanged salutes. "Sir, Captain Nowak has requested permission to send reinforcements. We are taking heavy casu-" Pyotr put his hand up. "Tell the Captain that under no means will we send reinforcements until I give that order. Do you understand?" The young officer looked distraught, but saluted just the same. "Sir yes sir!" he called before walking away across the long deck of the Teuton.

The old commodore turned back to the midnight scene, watching as more shells from his ships ripped apart the town. Almost half of it was now alight, illuminating the battle eerily as screams of the dead and dying floated up into the heavens. He nodded to himself again, and quoted the famous American commander Sherman; "'I am tired and sick of war. Its' glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have never heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.'"

Cholov
The war had changed everyone's lives. Suddenly thousands of men were reassigned from jobs everywhere to factories, especially in Maxim, Cholov's capital and principal industrial zone; even women, previously very restricted in their careers, where employed in the industries.. It seemed that those men who were not working day in and day out at the arms factories were joining up, swelling the army with new recruits. The entire country was bombarded with fresh waves of propaganda, on posters, massive speeches and rallies, through the airwaves, and on television. Cholov, and every Pole must be completely loyal and completely dedicated to the war effort in order to defeat the Mongol Korelians, they said. There was no opposition. Decades of weeding out any who had ideas contradictory to the state, and rearing entire generations who had been taught from birth that the beliefs of the state where just, had made sure of that.

Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean
December 2nd
The yacht bounced across the waves, turning the ship sideways and making Sebastian lose his balance. Still, keeping ahold of the railing, he made his way down the hallway until he stepped through the door of the banquet room. Most of his cabinet were already seated along the grand dining table. Smiling and readjusting his suit, the Prime Minister sat in his place at the head of the bolted down table. As he was about to speak another jolting bump struck, twisting the room sideways. It was difficult to restrain himself from digging into the perfect pastries, powdered with cream, arrayed in front of him, but he managed. Recomposing himself, Sebastian launched into a toast as he hoisted a slender glass of champagne:
"Gentlemen, the invasion has begun. Already dozens of lives have been lost in the hour or so we have been attacking the Russian filth which stand in our way. But, those scum have lost hundreds more! It is essential to operations that we destroy the Korelian spirit. After tonight you will receive.. special orders about our occupation. For, in order to break our enemy, we must destroy all that is dear to it. So, gentlemen, I toast! To the Death of Korelia!

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Government Information

Type of Governance: Parliamentary Republic
Head of State: Sebastian Maczko
Head of Government: Sebastian Maczko
Political Ideology: Nationalism, Egalitarianism
GDP: 170,000,000 NSD
GDP Per Capita: 43,000 NSD

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Military

Total Military Personnel: Approx. 2,000,000
Active Military Personnel: Approx. 1,200,000
Reserve Military Personnel: Approx. 800,000

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by sending this application, you agree by all terms set by the region and also agree that you are okay with your nation being possibly altered due to the regions lore and history

Your GDP is a weeee bit high, not to mention your GDP per Capita is incorrect. (which GDP Per Capita = GDP/Population).
And another thing you should know, Ausozera uses a fictional map and not a real-world Earth Map.

As for Novaya, you're Accepted

Thanks again, Esgonia. And hey, may I ask ya something?