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by Tharsatica » Wed Mar 16, 2016 11:52 am
by Syara » Thu Mar 17, 2016 9:26 pm
by Mirarea » Fri Apr 08, 2016 10:53 pm
The tourist, a 20s-something male, appeared almost green-eyed as when he first landed at the capital’s international airport. He had found his way to the city’s central plaza, home of the city hall, nearby royal residential palace, and the Frauenkirche but he had no idea where to go and what he was to do next. He had only managed to find out the country code to his home country so he could call home on a public telephone. He didn’t even know how to dial home until he wandered back into the nearby U-Bahn and S-Bahn station and found out via an advertisement. The tourist was nervous but passersby could mistake him for a native or at least a city resident as he did not show it on the outside. He could barely even speak the native German language except how to get help in English (Sprechen Sie Englisch?)
While he was nervous, he was also absorbing the historical value of the city. Its unmeasured wonder. The wonder of a foreign country. Something you could not see at home but in an old country not like his. He took out his camera and began to take pictures of the nearby scenery, both old and new, as modern buildings contrasted with the old architecture. The city hall, having been built in the 1800s, looked old compared to a nearby office and retail building across the Platz. The city hall, unfortunately, showed bomb damage from the Great War that could never be erased. Nearby buildings that were salvaged or restored after the war also showed signs of bomb damage. If he had gone to the Frauenkirche later, he would learn of the extensive decades of restoration that still could never undo the harm done to the church. The city, old as it was, still breathed new life as residents and other fellow tourists mingled with each other to watch the famous Glockenspiel to perform its 5 o’clock show. A nearby restaurant had an open-air eating area where the tourist sat down and began to eat a couple of Brezeln and ordered a weissbier in order to relax.
He still only had a full month in Mirarea as he was on a study abroad program. In about 30 minutes, he had to meet his group in the Platz for a welcoming dinner. He paid for his quick beer and snack and sat down to watch the Glockenspiel perform. He felt still slightly nervous, also feeling comfortable about this country he was to stay in for a month. He was in for a culture shock as he had to adjust to Minarean culture and the way things were done. Perhaps he could intimate one of them as many thought he looked as an Minarean.
He first had to meet his group and go from there. One step at a time.
by Schottia » Sat Apr 09, 2016 1:05 am
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Schottia wrote:My only question, and it's not a concern, it's a question. Would you intend to keep Lirinya, or would this be a swap?
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by Megelan » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:33 am
Application
Official Name of Nation: the Community of Liberty of Megelan
Type of Government: The six counties that make up the Community of Liberty are tied together by a constitution not unlike the United States' Articles of Confederation, and by an executive and legislative council not unlike Switzerland's Tagsatzung; however, the country's constitution does allow, unlike the Articles of Confederation, the existence of nobility, and the country's council is, unlike the Tagsatzung, a permanent one; the location of said council, however, rotates every three years among the cities of Megelan, Munscia and Tesin, respectively the country's major city, the summer capital of the early medieval Kingdom of the Winnili, and their winter capital.
Head of Government: Twelve Captains and Defenders of Liberty, the members of the aforementioned executive and legislative council, two for each one of the six counties. They are appointed by their counties' legislatures every three years, can't serve two consecutive terms, and can serve only three of them.
Head of State: As above.
National Population (cannot be larger than 300 million): 3,160,481
Type of Economy: Farming and light industry are the backbone of the economy of most of the country; the city of Megelan is a center of business and culture. The country's economy is a mixed one: even though privately owned, small companies and industries benefit from low taxes and dominate the economic landscape of the nation, they are subject to a considerable amount of regulation, aimed at protecting the country's environment and at safeguarding the rights of the Community of Liberty's workers.
Brief Description of Nation (culture, society, politics, ect.): A Romance nation with heavy Germanic influences, it has close cultural and historical ties with Mirarea. However, the national character of Megelan has been shaped by republicanism rather than monarchism, a kind of republicanism that can be described as a synthesis of the thought of Carlo Cattaneo and the thought of Thomas Jefferson, built upon a tradition of localism dating back to the Middle Ages: direct democracy and federalism, agrarianism and work ethic, civil rights and self-sufficiency; all these elements have contributed, over the course of several centuries, in creating a society that, especially after the grip of the Catholic Church on the nation was lessened by secularization, is borderline autarchic and vaguely xenophobic, but also decidedly egalitarian and undoubtedly democratic.
The official language of the Community of Liberty is Italian, but in their daily life the average Megelanese speaks one of the many, mutually intelligible dialects of the Insubrian language; the official religion of the country is Catholicism, but the influence said official status has on local politics can be compared to the influence the Protestant state churches of northern Europe have on their countries' political process.
Preferred Climate: Continental European, somewhat warmer than Mirarea's. If Mirarea is Tyran's Bavaria, Megelan is Tyran's western Lombardy, eastern Piedmont and southern Switzerland.
Roleplaying Example or Links (Please provide at least three individual posts or at least three paragraphs):
On one side fields, and a small town in the distance.
On the other side a river and, beyond it, a foreign country.
The cyclist pedaled forward, barely noticing the occasional stare, for they were used to such behaviour; one of the many prices one had to pay for fame and success. The small group of conscript soldiers, men and women alike, that ran past them, knew however better than to stare at a famous athlete in the middle of their daily routine, and marched forward, their footsteps providing the beat to the martial tune they were chanting in perfect unison.
Only a small fraction of them would become actual soldiers, of course; five years of military service were a way one could earn the right to vote and, since the country had not fought a real war in several decades, those among them who decided to keep the uniform were either employed by the nation in peacekeeping endeavours or sought employment in those private military companies that offered them far more bellicose endeavours.
Less than peaceful encounters between the two categories of soldiers were not unheard of, and from time to time they resulted in the death of one or several of the people involved, the likelihood of such an outcome increasing if the soldiers belonged to different counties; the cyclist smirked, amused by their own mental quip.
They now shared the road with other bicycles and with cars, most of them electric; the solution the country as a whole found, in accordance with its policy of self-sufficiency, to its lack of fossil fuel sources.
The cyclist finally reached their destination, a small town of three thousand people, dominated by actual or repurposed farmsteads and bordering one of the canals that ran throughout the whole country; they entered the nearest bar, and were welcomed by applause: they'd won several races in the most recent Grand Tour, and would've won it if not for the last of said races. The cyclist ordered a cup of coffee.
They sat at a table, sipping their coffee, reading the latest edition of the county's most popular newspaper and, of course, signing autographs and posing for photographs. The first page of the newspaper was dominated by the news of the corruption scandal in the government of the city of Megelan, several of the members of which had been revealed to have ties with the Ligéra, the city's infamous organized crime syndicate.
The laws of the County of Megelan were less harsh than those of most of the nation, but they had no doubt that, if those politicians had been serving the people of another, more rural county, all of them would've been sentenced to death. Or worse.
Their eyes drifted to an article about the refugee crisis: the nation had carved itself a comfortable niche in the global community, and had gone from being a relative backwater to being one of the wealthiest countries in the world; it had gone from being a place of emigration to being a place of immigration; but to say that the people were comfortable with it would've been to lie. Keeping the small country's population low enough to be able to feed and support itself with what the nation had, and export the fruits of its citizens' labour as well, was the philosophy the Community of Liberty had followed ever since it threw off the foreign yoke.
Thousands upon thousands of new mouths to feed would've disrupted this careful balance; the country's draconian laws on immigration spoke for themselves. Some refugees had been accepted, after the citizens of the towns where they'd been assigned had voted in favour; all of the new arrivals possessed useful skills that would've benefited their new community of residence. Most of the refugees, however, had been prevented from crossing the three rivers that marked the border between Megelan and the rest of the world, at gunpoint.
The following article was about the humanitarian aid and the peacekeeping forces the nation had sent to the country from which the great part of that horde of desperate humanity hailed; doctors and teachers, too. Aid that had reached its destination before the World Assembly had accused the Community of Liberty of everything from human rights violations to petty selfishness due to its refusal to admit several thousand people inside its borders all at once.
Enough of this. The cyclist went straight to the sports section of the newspaper, read the analysis of the matches and races that had taken place in the previous couple of days and, not much later, they headed out and pedaled on; it was time to go home.
by Gylias » Tue Apr 19, 2016 11:33 am
Megelan wrote:Since everyone's moving to Tyran...
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