Neo Ausozera Regional Sign-up(OPEN)

[Esgonia]

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

Yes

[Novaya Equestria]

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

Yes

Do you have your personal universe or multiverse? Just asking.

[Esgonia]

Yes

Do you have your personal universe or multiverse? Just asking.

Wat

[Novaya Equestria]

Do you have your personal universe or multiverse? Just asking.

Wat

I'm asking if you have a universe/multiverse dedicated to your OCs, nations and stuffs.

[Esgonia]

Wat

I'm asking if you have a universe/multiverse dedicated to your OCs, nations and stuffs.

No.

[Novaya Equestria]

I'm asking if you have a universe/multiverse dedicated to your OCs, nations and stuffs.

No.

Oh. I have a multiverse dedicated to my OCs. My multiverse is called the Scarletverse.

[The United Remnants of America]

Am I accepted?

[Esgonia]

Am I accepted?

Yes, fam. You're accepted.
Sorry for forgetting about you.
Don't kill me please.

[Urran]

Am I accepted?

Yes, fam. You're accepted.
Sorry for forgetting about you.
Don't kill me please.

I'm the only one allowed to kill you

[Esgonia]

Yes, fam. You're accepted.
Sorry for forgetting about you.
Don't kill me please.

I'm the only one allowed to kill you

no pls senpai i love you more than onee chan
also you can post on our RMB now

[Urran]

*dances with kouhai* I love you!

[North Arkana]

I'm the only one allowed to kill you

no pls senpai i love you more than onee chan
also you can post on our RMB now

Hieeeeeeeee~!

[Esgonia]

no pls senpai i love you more than onee chan
also you can post on our RMB now

Hieeeeeeeee~!

*seals Arkana behind Titanium vault*
*locks vault*

[North Arkana]

Hieeeeeeeee~!

*seals Arkana behind Titanium vault*
*locks vault*

Bur~ning~! Lo~ve~!
*breaks down door*

[Cholov]

Edited Application:

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: The island of Cholov was settled by Slavic peoples of many origins. The island was for the better part of three hundred years divided among different powers, but eventually was unified under one colonial ruler. Cholov was loosely tied to its parent nation, but threw off this bond when that power came under revolution. Cholov stayed up to date with the world, but remained a minor power and was inactive in foreign affairs. However, by the present day Cholov is an up and coming industrial power with a large military. It now seeks to expand its power...
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.

---

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: 2.4 trillion NSD
GDP Per Capita: Approx. 50,000 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

[Esgonia]

Edited Application:

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: The island of Cholov was settled by Slavic peoples of many origins. The island was for the better part of three hundred years divided among different powers, but eventually was unified under one colonial ruler. Cholov was loosely tied to its parent nation, but threw off this bond when that power came under revolution. Cholov stayed up to date with the world, but remained a minor power and was inactive in foreign affairs. However, by the present day Cholov is an up and coming industrial power with a large military. It now seeks to expand its power...
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.

---

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.

---

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!

---

Government Information

Type of Governance: Parliamentary Republic
Head of State: Sebastian Maczko
Head of Government: Sebastian Maczko
Political Ideology: Nationalism, Egalitarianism
GDP: 110,000,000 NSD
GDP Per Capita: Approx. 3 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

*facepalms myself for earlier*
Actually, you need to increase your GDP to about several trillion, sorry about that. You could just edit that post of yours and I'll accept it.

[Cholov]

Edited! Great to finally join.

[Western Pacific Territories]

The average citizen of Cholov earns 121 NSD per year


lel

[Cholov]

So.. Can I have the region password?
Also, once again edited my GDP.

[North Arkana]

So.. Can I have the region password?
Also, once again edited my GDP.

You edited it wrong. Again.

Take your previous 6 trillion, and divide by your population.

[Cholov]

That is what I did(previous to me edit). WPT said I had a small GDP, so I put it at the level of my NationStates stats, after looking at other people's applications.
If you want it back at six trillion then the GDP per capita is about 121.

[Free Asian Ports]

That is what I did(previous to me edit). WPT said I had a small GDP, so I put it at the level of my NationStates stats, after looking at other people's applications.
If you want it back at six trillion then the GDP per capita is about 121.

Your GDP per capita right now is 800,000. Wayyyy higher than is actually possible. If your GDP were 6 trillion, the Per capita would be 123,000. You'll probably have a much much lower GDP than you think.

Try taking a GDP per capita you like (like 50,000 or so) then multiply it by your population to get the initial GDP.

[The United Remnants of America]

I took GDP from my NS stats, but that was a long time ago when I had like 3 billion people.

I should use my new one, which is over half a quadrillion Remnant Credits, so roughly a quarter quadrillion NSD, heheheheh.

That is what I did(previous to me edit). WPT said I had a small GDP, so I put it at the level of my NationStates stats, after looking at other people's applications.
If you want it back at six trillion then the GDP per capita is about 121.

Your GDP per capita right now is 800,000. Wayyyy higher than is actually possible. If your GDP were 6 trillion, the Per capita would be 123,000. You'll probably have a much much lower GDP than you think.

Try taking a GDP per capita you like (like 50,000 or so) then multiply it by your population to get the initial GDP.

Depends on how unequal the wealth is. GDP/cap is assuming perfect incoming equality.

[Cholov]

Confused.....
Okay... So 50k times 48 million is 2,400,000,000,000(2 trillion 400 billion). So 2.4 trillion is my GDP, and 50,000 is my GDP per capita.
Sorry, I was really confused earlier when WPT said the average income was $121- didn't know it was actually $121,000. Thanks for clarifying.

[Free Asian Ports]

Confused.....
Okay... So 50k times 48 million is 2,400,000,000,000(2 trillion 400 billion). So 2.4 trillion is my GDP, and 50,000 is my GDP per capita.
Sorry, I was really confused earlier when WPT said the average income was $121- didn't know it was actually $121,000. Thanks for clarifying.

You're welcome