Your Citizen in the Union [Closed closed closed~]

[Oterro]

(I'm in the bandwagon.)
(Oterro is a past tech nation, folks. 19th century to be specific. MT citizens are welcome, but don't expect a MT level of tolerance, common sense or general niceness.)

How would your filthy Godless foreigner do in Oterro? Will they live, die or even prosper?

Well,

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Age:
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Languages:
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Brief biography (Optional):

Responses will come as swift as I can make them, thank you for your patience!

[Medinat Baruch]

Name: Rabbi Moshe Finkel
Race: Jewish/Caucasian
Nationality- Jewish/Baruchian
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Straight...homosexuality is shunned by Baruchian society, as being against the Torah and Talmud, but no one is prosecuted if they are discreet.
Age: 41
Physical Description: short, balding, pudgy, and bespectacled
Languages: Greek, Hebrew, Yiddish
Hobbies: reading Torah, Talmud, studying history, science, watching TV
Personality: mildly uxorious (that is, a bit dominated by his wife)
Education: university, grammar school, and rabbinical seminary
Political beliefs: centrist
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Orthodox Judaism
Objects on their person: yarmulkeh, copy of Tanakh (Hebrew Bible) and Talmud
Brief biography (Optional): has a spent a long career as a rabbi; is visiting the Union to study how Judaism is practiced and Jews are treated there.

[Oterro]

Rabbi Moshe Finkel

Rabbi Moshe would most likely find his stay in Oterro rather pleasant, if uneventful. Upon arriving in Delzenham, the Rabbi would probably feel rather uncomfortable; the lower class citizens, are not what one would call polite. Most likely, the peasants would stare as he walked by, perhaps call a few names; this would be the extent of the abuse, Rabbi Moshe would receive, however; having the look of an educated and important man would scare away the city's infamous foot pads. He may have some trouble finding one of the city's few Synagogues amongst the sprawling mass of dank, dirty buildings, but assuming he does he would find accommodation there with one of the local Rabbis. The results of his endeavour would not be ground breaking; Jews in Oterro suffer no more discrimnation in Oterro than any other ethnic minority and practice much the same way as they do in their homelands. Synagogues are few throughout the city, but are subject to protection as holy places under law, unlike protestant churches. There is some belief though, that Jewish people make fine merchants, and as such some may be lucky or clever enough to escape poverty through joining the merchant guild.

[Whairtia]

Name:little Das
Race:Daspletosaurus
Nationality: Earth/Terra/Whairtia
Gender:male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please):hetero
Age:16
Physical Description:

Languages:Saurian vocal sounds
Hobbies:hunting, bathing chasing things, eating, drinking, rubbing self on mother.
Personality:playful but dangerous and will attack if hungry.
Education:hunting, digging, drinking, walking, anything else of that sort.
Political beliefs:none
Religious/philosophical beliefs:none
Objects on their person:teeth, claws
Brief biography (Optional):He was born in a small nest where he was taught how to kill and eat by his mother.

[Oterro]

Lord Marvham Hindlestin Stessel vorn Krondburrah

Thanks to his magnificent garb, Lord Marvham's arrival in the dirt quarter was an attraction to very rogue, blackguard, footpad, cuthroat and whore in the city; the look of a man not to be trifled with, however, along with the sabre and revolver, kept the pettier at bay. Man it is said though, will ever fall prey to a woman's charms. While making his way to the Duke's quarter, where he would be far more suited amongst the local aristocrats, Lord Marvham caught his eye upon a handsome young maiden, standing alone on the street and watching him; a brief flash of her ankle was all it took to send the young captain charging after his prize as she led him down one of the city's less reputable alleys. Rather then the satisfaction of his desires, however, surprise was all that the Lord received! With a cry, three of the young harlot's companions emerged at the head of the alley. Menacingly, the footpads advanced on Marvham, two with cudgels, one with a straight razor. Doomed though he seemed, the captain calmly drew his revolver. With a chuckle, the oldest looking cad with the razor growled "Y'got one shot boy, an' there's three o' us. Y's best just grabbin' yer ankles 'n' bein' done with it." Cooly, Lord Marvham shot two of the rogues and aimed at the third, who immediatley dropped the razor and began begging for his life. Disgustedly, the Nicksyllvanian finished the would-be rapist/robber with his sabre, before taking his compensation from the girl.

Approaching the Duke's gate, the entrance to the upper class quarter of the city, Lord Marvham looked every bit the officer, and the two guards stationed there leapt to attention as he approached. The Duke's quarter, while perhaps lacking the excitement a soldier craves, met any other need the young captain had amiably. As an officer, good company was easy to come by, and a room in one of the quarter's many reputable inns, The Buggered Dream (Owned by a former soldier) was even offered for the duration of Marvham's stay in Delzenham. Wine flowed as freely as the conversation in the common room, until, well into the evening hours, two of the Duke's own house guards came to bestow an invitation of dinner upon this dashing foreign soldier. Politely accepting, the Nicksyllvanian took his evening meal with the Duke himself. Enthralled by Marvham's tales of fighting of savages and impressed by the man's grasp of Oterran (French), it is said the Duke offered the Lord the rank of Colonel in Oterro's own army, but was, unfortunately, turn down. Leaving a bastard, three corpses and an impressed aristocracy Lord Marvham Hindlestin Stessel vorn Krondburrah made quite a stash in Delzenham.

'Little Das'

Spotted outisde Delzenham's immediate vicinity, thank God, 'Little Das' was intercepted by 14th Delzen Dragoons Regiment, where he was gunned down in a hail of carbine fire before being taken to Delzenham's most famous taxidermist, preserved and put up in display in the Duke's palace. Quite the honour.

[Sailsia]

Name: Leon Metsary
Race: Kaluma
Nationality: Sailsian
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 29
Physical Description: 5'9, black hair, clear complexion, average build, green eyes.
Languages: Romatish
Hobbies: Jogging, Chess, Cooking
Personality: Not self confident, rather shy. Intelligent, quiet, level headed
Education: 12 years of basic public schooling, doctorate in medicine.
Political beliefs: United Conservatives of Sailsia (center-left on the US political spectrum)
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Theoist
Objects on their person: Wallet containing 200 Valeas, ID Card, picture of wife/children, Sailsian Army Knife.

[Threlizdun]

Name: Matt Gaemon
Race: Mix raced with many European nationalities
Nationality: Threlizdunian
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Homosexual. Will say so if asked.
Age: 26
Physical Description: Mid lenght blond hair, blue eyes, average height, thin, fair complexion
Languages: Dutch, English, French, German
Hobbies: Theatre (is quite atalented actor), being with friends, listening to music
Personality: Cheerful, easily excited, outgoing, compassionate, creative
Education: Drama Major
Political beliefs: Anarcho-Syndicalist
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Unitarian Universalist
Objects on their person: laptop, cellphone, music player, various books, wallet
Brief biography (Optional):

[Vietnam Empire]

Name: Chuck Nguyen Estacio
Race: Vietnamese-Filipino
Nationality: Citizen of the DFRVE (Vietnam Empire)
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Straight
Age: 20
Physical Description: Scrawny, 5'8'', Black hair with a buzz cut.
Languages: English, Vietnamese, and Latin
Hobbies: Fishing
Personality: Spontaneous and relatively happy at most times.
Education: Masters of Science in Civil Engineering and Bachelor of Science in Physics (prefer of study in String Theory)
Political beliefs: People's National Labour Party (PNLP) -- Social Democracy; Economic Socialism
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Catholicism
Objects on their person: Traditional camera for B&W photography, cell phone, 3 bundles of Oterro Currency, DFRVE Passport, and train ticket.
Brief biography (Optional):

[Genomita]

Name: Zori and Zuri Pares
Race: Genomitans (Transhumans descended from modern humans)
Nationality: Genomitan, born and raised on Qaura.
Gender: hermaphrodites, like all Genomitans.
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Since Genomitans are hermaphroditic, sexuality is usually a nonissue. However, both Zori and Zuri are willing to engage in relationships or physical intimacy with people regardless of gender or sexual orientation.
Age: 21
Physical Description: Zori and Zuri are identical twins with androgynous builds, straight light brown hair that falls to their chins, air skin and striking blue eyes. They also both have inconspicious gills located at the neck as well as a additional pair of arms located below the first.
Languages: Genomitan, English, German, Romanian.
Hobbies: Aside from loving to travel, both are skilled actors and dancers and enjoy a good party. They also practice a mostly defensive Genomitan martial art known as Zagyen, and are authorized to teach others who show interest.
Personality: Zori and Zuri are generally friendly, reliable, patient and compassionate, though also somewhat flirty. They're very affectionate with people they like and tend to ignore the concept of "personal space" when talking to people. They also like to tease people who they perceive as insecure about their sexuality, though it's all in good fun.
Education: Zori and Zuri are graduates of the Qauran college of fine arts.
Political beliefs: As common among Genomitans, both believe that the community is more important than the individual, though they acknowledge the importance of individuality and free will.
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Zori and Zuri are agnosticists, though they will not speak ill of religions they encounter.
Objects on their person: Both carry spare clothes, wallets containing 150 Genomitan credits each, pictures of their family and various guidebooks to aid them in their travels.
Brief biography (Optional): Zori and Zuri were born and raised in new Dalaskja, the capital of Qaura. From a young age they both displayed a keen interest in foreign civilisations, and volunteered to participate in a multicultural "flat share" experiment during their teenage years. After the experiment was finished, they decided to use the money awarded to them for participating in the experiment to see the universe. Since then, they have visited a multilude of different civilisations, and have recorded the stories of their travels in a journal they always keep on them in case something interesting happens.

[Oterro]

Leon Metsary

Quickly after arriving in Delzenham, Leon realised subtlety would be a bad idea in the city; his army knife was quickly put on display at his waist, a warning to any would be muggers. In his time in Delzenham, Mister Metsary proved to be a man of fidelity, or perhaps it was his bashful nature that kept him away from the harlots spread throughout the dirt quarter. While a knife and a cowed head may keep away those brutes that would wear the title footpad with pride, that cannot be said for those of a younger age and quiter persuasion. It did not take long before one of the pickpockets of the city caught onto Leon's foreign nature and it took less time still to relieve him of his 200 Valeas (Not that his foreign funny money would've served him much good in Oterro anyway). Alone, penniless and tired, the young Sailisian wandered the streets, desperately searching for some shelter from the night's cold until, fortunately, one of the city's priests found him and gave him shelter in the nearby church. With no means of communicating with the kindly Father, Leon was simply taken for a harmless idiot and given accommodation until four of the city watch came to relieve the priest of his companion; dragged to the harbour, Leon was swiftly kicked onto a brig going in the direction of his home and sent away.

Bit busy today, don't expect too many updates.

[Jalanat]

Before I'm going to bother to fill in the application sheet, are non-humans allowed in your nation or do they all just get killed instantly like that dinosaur?

[Oterro]

Before I'm going to bother to fill in the application sheet, are non-humans allowed in your nation or do they all just get killed instantly like that dinosaur?

Either kept in grotesqueries or killed unless I can think of something interesting to write about them. (I rarely write anything interesting though).

[Jalanat]

Before I'm going to bother to fill in the application sheet, are non-humans allowed in your nation or do they all just get killed instantly like that dinosaur?

Either kept in grotesqueries or killed unless I can think of something interesting to write about them. (I rarely write anything interesting though).

...oh...that sucks...ah what the heck then...

Name: Erik McGraw
Race: Sapient Eastern Grey Kangaroo
Nationality: Jalanese
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Straight, doesn't care whether people are gay, straight, bi or have any other kind of sexual orientation so to make it short he has a live and let live stance on sexuality.
Age: 26
Physical Description: A sapient eastern grey kangaroo, his fur is quite untidy and his fur is colored, not surprisingly, grey. About 5'1" tall. Often wears teashade sunglasses and usually carries around his boomerang which he regards as his friend.
Languages: Jalanese and English
Hobbies: He loves soccer
Personality: A drug addict, smokes a lot of cannabis, is also paranoid and strangely seems to talk with his boomerang as if it was alive, but has a youthful personality (probably because he's mentally deranged) and is actually quite friendly if you get to know him and loyal like a dog, quite literally actually as he'll often pant excitedly at the sight of a friend, though he doesn't really have any.
Education: Dropped out of high school
Political beliefs: Communist, though he doesn't really give a damn about politics
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Liberal Mainline Protestantism
Objects on their person: His boomerang, some dirty clothes, teashade sunglasses (those kind of sunglasses john lennon always wore)
Brief biography (Optional): He was born in the city of Gorotone, in the Isla du Javanier Province of Jalanat in a middle class family of eastern grey kangaroos. His early childhood was quite normal. He enjoyed the outdoors and had plenty of friends, the future ahead of him seemed quite bright and he got above average grades at school.

He got into first contact with drugs in high school when he was only 14 years old. He smoked weed behind the high school building along with a few other students whenever he could and he developed an addiction to cannabis quite early. It seriously affected his grades and he found it hard to concentrate in class. He slowly started losing contact with all of his friends. He eventually dropped out of high school

Having never graduated high school he found himself doing simple jobs like working at local super markets, re-stocking shelves and the like. But he would often be fired as his drug addiction would become known to his employers.

His parents kicked him out when he was 20, because they gave up all hope on him and he even resorted to stealing from his own parents. All he had left were his clothes and his boomerang which he got when he was a kid. Having no home and no job, his last resort was a homeless life. He spent years begging for money and eventually ended up committing crimes to get money to buy food, drink and of course to buy more drugs. He robbed various stores to get money, and also robbed people out on the streets, he did anything to get more money to buy drugs. When he was 21, he was arrested when the police found him sleeping on a bench in a local park, he had robbed over 10 stores and many other people on the street by then and he was sentenced to 25 years in prison and was forced to follow a rehabilitation program to get rid of his drug addiction. He slowly became paranoid during his time in jail.

He managed to escape prison 5 years later, robbed a few more places to get enough money to buy a fake passport and he left the country, hoping to start a new, and hopefully better life in Oterro (OOC: There's probably 99.99% procent he's horribly mistaken). He hopes to find a way to get a decent life in the foreign country that will not involve committing crimes any longer.

[Ruskarkand]

Non-Human, but it's worth a shot.

Name: 'Stein'
Race: Dragoon Type DRG - (Dragonborn)
Nationality: Ruskarkan
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Straight.
Age: 52 (33 in Human years)
Physical Description:

Imaging a Dragoon, 101. - Our nations primary species, this is rather ideal that you get an idea of what these creatures look lile.

First, take your average western dragon, a massive creature with the ability to shoot fire.
Give it the ability to move on both it's legs, shrink it down to 10 feet and let it keep the fire, optionally, give it wings.

(Image)

Give it a very thick layer of scales on it's back, arms and legs, this is ESSENTIAL.
Make it's teeth protrude from it's mouth only slightly more, give it claws capable of grasping objects.
Give it a slit eye of red with a feint glow, make it rougly built and strong.

Make this one about 9' 2, clean scales, he wears a hooded robe.
Languages: Russian, English.
Hobbies: Fishing, writing and art.
Personality: Kind and caring about life and other things, looks upon life in a different perspective and is curious in nature, but often keeps to himself.
Education: Ruskarkand University of Arts.
Political beliefs: He does not care for politics.
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Unitology, however, the word belief is thinly used, he does not openly praise it or anything.
Objects on their person: A quill, an inkwell and paper, as well as clothes.
Brief biography (Optional): N/A

[Urumgard]

Name: Aerfred, son of Duke Surburgh
Race: Human
Nationality: Urumgard
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Straight, others are deeply frowned upon
Age: 33
Physical Description: 6' 2", broad frame, medium length hair and beard, red-faced
Languages: Modern Urumtongue, Ancient Urumtongue
Hobbies: Jousting, archery, reading, poetry, art, travelling, card games
Personality: Compassionate, even-tempered, fair, he's one of the more popular members of the nobility with the commoners
Education: Privately tutored from ages 6 to 18, studied foreign affairs
Political beliefs: Absolute Monarchist, he's utterly devoted to the king and believes in the expansion of the empire
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Follower of the Urum faith, polytheistic religion
Objects on their person: Sabre, revolver, pipe (with tobacco and lighter), small guide-book to Oterro, phrase-book in their language
Brief biography (Optional): Aerfred is the eldest son of the Duke of Surburgh and was raised from birth to follow in his father's footsteps as one of the king's advisers on foreign affairs. At age 20, he joined the Surburgh Jousting Team, who have performed well in the league, but he left to travel the world with a small company of servants and bodyguards. He is married and has two young sons, and one elder daughter.

[Rupudska]

Because money talks even louder than DNA.

Name: Eila Jaakola
Race: Border youkai
Nationality: Suomi (Finnish)
Gender: F
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Heterosexual
Age: 6600 (Adjusted for PT/MT difference)
Physical Description: Here
Languages: Finnish, Ukranian, Spanish, German, Russian, Polish, Swedish, Norwegian, Icelandic, English, French, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Arabic, Latin
Hobbies: Motorsport
Personality: Cold-hearted and flaky. Tends to ignore criticizm, and likes to keep secrets. Despite her personality, she is extremely charitable, and has been seen giving hundreds to beggars who have the cojones to show up at her door.
Education: Equivalent of full K-12 education and 8 years in college.
Political beliefs: Capitalistic monarchist.
Religious/philosophical beliefs: Roman Catholic
Objects on their person: Clothes, umbrella, late-19th century car.
Brief biography (Optional): Has founded and still owns one of the largest and oldest businesses in Karlsland, and is planning to expand to other nations. Is also the richest person in Karlsland by a significant margin. One other thing: As a border youkai, she has the ability to rip holes in spacetime, travel through them, and even create pocket dimensions. One of which houses her money. The perfect safe.

[Oterro]

Matt Gaemon

Mister Gaemon arrived in Delzenham full of optimism, which caused him to easily fall prey to a gang of dastardly muggers; fortunately, the young Threlizdunian made away from the robbery unharmed and was able to report the crime to one of the city watch. The rogues were easy to find, as a crowd had gathered around them, all in the city's dirt quarter were eager to see the small gramophone playing strange foreign music. The watch swiftly apprehended the men, dragged them off to the gallows with mister Threlizdunian in tow to see justice done. Mister Gaemon left the gallow square with his possesions returned and his innocence scarred, having watched four men hang for want of a mobile phone and music player. In dire need of a drink, Matthew was unlucky; he could find no inn that would take his strange foreign money, and was without a single Argent to make his way in the world! Unable to make contact with any friends in the city (He had none) poor Matthew was forced to sell himself in one of the city's seedier brothels, which he did not find hard (No perverse pun intended!); foreigners were a rare sight in the city, and brought several of the wealthier patrons calling. Fortunately for the young Threlizdunian, he caught the eye of one of the brothel's more reputed patrons; Lord Henry Stouter the II, world renowned playwright. Swift to escape the clutches of his new workplace, Matthew accepted Lord Stouter's offer of work as the star of his new play "The Dog and His Lord". The play was a huge success, and Matthew was able to live out the rest of his life in comfort with his lover Henry, starring in the occasional play, sampling the occasional wine and writing the occasional poem.

Chuck Nguyen Estacio

Charles' arrival in the city certainly cause a stir; while foreigners in the city were rare, Asians were even rarer. Curious eyes followed him down the streets, few friendly, fewer still welcoming. Cleverly deciding the best way in which to escape any confrontation would be to get off the street really rather quickly, Charles made his way to the Waterfront, where, he rationalised, the sight of a foreigner in the city would be less uncommon. Upon arriving, the young Youkai entered a fisherman's paradise; the water was still and fair ripe with fish, the piers went far out into the water. Eager to test his skill in foreign waters, Charles strode out onto the furthest extending pier, cast his line and waited. Unfortunately, this was just the oppertunity Sly Rick, the footpad that had been following Charles since his arrival in the city was waiting for. Quickly, quietly and cruelly, the treachorous rogue slid his stilleto into the fisherman, relieved him of anything valuable and dumped his body into the water.

Zori and Zuri Pares

Entering via the "Dirt Gate" (That is to say, the largest gate in Delzenham, leading to the poorest quarter of the city), Zori and Zuri made a rather grievous error; whilst walking past one of the city watch who (rightfully so) looked rather disgusted by the sight of the two non humans, they caught the look of horror on his face. Trusting (Far too much) to human kindness, Zori approached the man and embraced him, hoping to cause him to squirm. In return, the man kissed Zori with the butt of his musket. Their sibling, enraged by the guard proceeded to "do some mad foreign kicky shit on poor Derrick" (According to the other guard) who quickly stuck the treachorous foreign devil with his bayonet. The other members of the city watch quickly arrived, apprehended Zori and dragged them to the stocks. After a swift trial (Well, I say trial...), all was decided, the two foreigners had infiltrated the city with the intent to breach the peace. Fortunately for Zori though, they came to their senses and allowed her to convert before she was hanged, meaning she received a plain gravestone in a church yard.

Jalanat, seen as you put a pretty large amount of effort into that, I'm going to try and think of something slightly interesting before I write it up.

[Genomita]

I guess it's always good to know that sort of thing in advance, though I'm pretty sure those two would be sensible enough not to mess with someone who doesn't look too kindly on non humans. Also, I probably should've mentioned that the average Genomitan is around 1.90 m and a good deal stronger and tougher than a unaugmented human thanks to the conditions on their homeworld. Does that make any difference ?

[Jalanat]

Jalanat, seen as you put a pretty large amount of effort into that, I'm going to try and think of something slightly interesting before I write it up.

Alright, mate, take your time.

[Oterro]

I guess it's always good to know that sort of thing in advance, though I'm pretty sure those two would be sensible enough not to mess with someone who doesn't look too kindly on non humans. Also, I probably should've mentioned that the average Genomitan is around 1.90 m and a good deal stronger and tougher than a unaugmented human thanks to the conditions on their homeworld. Does that make any difference ?

(Eh, well when she embraced Derrick she might've killed him. But yeah, something similar would've happened eventually, they might've killed a few guards or some such, but I'm sure weight of numbers would've brought them down eventually. And please remember, this really doesn't reflect my views on furries and nonhumans and such, my nation is past tech and views and such reflect that.)

[Genomita]

No worries, I won't hold it against you ^_^ As time goes on, I'm sure your people will become more open minded.

[Neo Prutenia]

19th century PT visitor. MT one comes later. No pun intended.

Name:
Freiherr Roland Alfried Angerstein, Ritter zu Bamberg
Race:
Caucasian/White; Indoeuropean/Germanic/Prut
Nationality
Prut
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Healthy heterosexual, of course. Implying anything else results in a fierce duel and quick death for the insolent ruffian without taste or manners.
Age:
32
Physical Description:
A somewhat chubby, but otherwise healthy member of the old Prut Junker class, who traded his sword and pistol for pen and abacus. Roland is a tall, strong man impeccably dressed in a serious, dignified and spartan way; not one to peacock or flaunt his wealth, but instead he wears a contemporary, expensive and sophisticated suit, simple and with an elegant tone. He keeps his golden pocket watch, his only lord and master, as well as his pistol inside his vest.The only pleasure he allows himself are silver buttons on his jacket and a nice top hat.
Languages:
Low Prut (native), German (Native), French (fluent), Spanish (good, fluent in business jargon), Russian (passable, curses fluently when drunk)
Hobbies:
A stern, frugal and serious man with a stoic, rigid minset, Roland has no hobbies nor is he one of those persons who play around. However, he does have several passions he deems appropriate for a man of his standing and upbringing. A very good hunter and remarkable with a rifle, Roland never refuses an invitation to a nice hunt. He likes to travel, alhtough a dominant majority of his travels are professional in nature. He is a passionate player of chess and is considered a master of the game. Otherwise, he loves to read foreign newspapers and he is silently, a passionate oenophile.
Personality:
Generally, Roland is a serious, business-like person. Although frank and to the point, he always retains, at least a veneer of the famous Prut politeness, courtesy and tactfulness. He is suprisingly graceful for a man of his appearance, and considerate of his conversational partners, shifting the topic away if he notices that the current topic seems boring to them. He is a good talker and even better listener. Roland is a reliable, hardworking and approachable person - it is easy to make his acquaintance and people generally soon learn to respect him and his demeanor, particulary people of the same social class, caste and group. But only few people can call him a friend, which doesn't appear to be bothering Roland much. Most folks think of him as a pleasant, if temporal experience.
Education:
A highly educated man, Roland was privately tutored from childhood. He is familiar with the humanitas and academic topics, ancient Rome and contemporary history being his strong suits, but he generally lacks enthusiasm in those fields. He can converse passably on such topics, but rarely if ever contributes anything meaningful or new. His true expertise is the world of numbers and economics. He excells at calculus and economy, having vast personal experience in such matters. He has a good grasp and significant theoretical knowledge in mechanics and engineering, but is more content with organizing and observing such operations than participating himself.
Political beliefs:
Generally, Roland could be described as conservative, but Roland stayes out of politics as far as he can. He maintains political contact and practical political knowledge only out of convinience, as it makes his financial and economic endeavors easier.
Religious/philosophical beliefs:
Unlike most contemporary Prut, Roland is not vocal about his religion. He is a Poster boy of Prut Protestant virtues and is generally tolerant of other peoples choice of religion. He harbours a slight dislike of Roman Catholics, whom he regards as lazy, and Moslems, whom he regards as savage, but he'll never be the one to mention it first in conversation, even when amongst his own creed.
Objects on their person:
Besides the cloths, pocket watch and pistol, Roland carries his wallet with him at all times, with a above average sum of money, safely hidden inside his vest. A sturdy walking stick, with which he doesn't shy away to whack ruffians and urban beggars who don't know their place - that place is the other side of the street. If inspecting a new business venture or possession, he might carry his abacus. Sometimes he also has a magnifying glass, just in case. Generally, if he's familiar with the language, he'll have one or several local newspapers on his person.
Brief biography:
Roland is a Prut businessman through and through. He co-owns several manufactories in his homeland, in partnership with other gentlemen, some friends, some relatives, some just business partners. He always looks for new opportunities to expand business. His main source of revenue are early machines, particularly mechanical spinning wheels and steam engines for ships. He dabbled in weapon production, but never managed to set foot in that field due to overwhelming competition. He is a producer of rifle parts though. Otherwise, he owns shares in several other, diverse fields - furniture production, production of medical and precision instruments and silk import. One of the reasons he came to Oterro, besides probing for a new market is trying to find new streams of revenue or industries to invest in.

He's a self-made man, although his noble background did help quite a lot in gaining the capital to start his career. He rolled in at the military academy, but left after only 1 and a half years and joined as an apprentice to an already established import/export company as a senior accountant and social contact. From there he gradually expanded and opened his own company. Soon he became one of the more prominent local capitalists, but he lacked the name and brand recognition at home to become a serious contester of the stablished cartels. He makes his fortune mostly abroad, by offering quality goods at fair prices.

[Animane]

Name: Êtar Mèdïunis
Race: Homo Animus
Nationality: Animas
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): Heterosexual (leaning to bisexual), open.
Age: 34 Earth years
Physical Description: 2.4 meters tall, really white skin, blonde hair, black eyes, 96 kg
Languages: Animus
Hobbies: Free running
Personality: Open and warm, really careful and delicate.
Education: 20 years of school
Political beliefs: He doesn't really care about politics
Religious/philosophical beliefs: none
Objects on their person: his clothes
Brief biography (Optional):

[Oterro]

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While by no means a safe place for nonhumans, Delzenham's more impoverished people (Read: scum) will make use of what they can. While a large demon-kangaroo would be an easy target for the city watch, Eric was kept hidden by his new criminal compatriots in the dirt quarter; in return, the (Young we suppose) kangaroo used his (UnGodly) agility to prowl and steal from many nobles in the Duke's Quarter. His filthy mental illnesses (Read: communism), however, meant that Eric had a habit of redistributing his loot amongst the peasants, which one him much fame among the aforementioned mob and much disdain amongst the wealthy, respectable sorts. It is said that when one kicks a habit, he replaces it with another; this proved true with our (filthy) kangaroo. While no such thing as "passthebluntmate" exists in Oterro, the young thing was able to take solace in the tender, if restrictive, embrace of opium bought with the Argents obtained from hocking stolen goods (The filthy thieve). 'Liberal mainline Protestants' are rare in Oterro (Read: non existant), but as it turns out, Liberal Mainline Protestants do not attend chapel, take communion, join the church or confess to their sins, so in essence, Liberal Mainline Protestantism has a lot in common with Luxuré practiced in the dirt quarter.

Let it not be said, however, that justice goes undone in Oterro! After one particularly daring raid, involving the removal of a prize bitche's virtue, the Duke had had enough. The scarlet coated Horse Guards were sent through the city, ordered to round up any non humans and bring them to the gallow's square for execution. Demonstrating once again why the populace are about as honourable as sheep, the location of Eric was sold to the guards for little more than a hand full of coppers. Our brave dragoons stormed the Opium house where the (filthy communist) kangaroo was hiding his (prominent) tail. Dragged off to the gallows square the (doped up) Jala...Jalanat Jalanati Jalanese put up little fight as he stared at the (for once sullen) crowd of peasants who had come to watch him die. And die he did. Though if it would be some comfort, the people did mourn of his passing, to a certain extent. Not that it matters of course. Because he went to hell. Because he's not human. And he's a communist.

[Imeriata]

Name: Harald auf Silverstjarna, gentleman adventurer
Race: Scandinavioid
Nationality Federal subject from Imeriata proper
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation (Including openess about such, if you please): straight as a staff made out of bamboo! but then again that is hardly something a proper gentleman even speaks about in proper conversation
Age:I am 45, I am!
Physical Description:

Languages: Imerian, Modern Anglo-Saxon, French, German and a few other even if those are nothing I speak fluently.
Hobbies: none but the thrill of adventure
Personality: Calm and act in a gentlemanly fashion and the proper behaviour that can be expected from Imerians.
Education:I studied from the age of twelve to the age of eighteen in the royal military advisory.
Political beliefs: Imerian style monarchy/ extreme conservative/reactionary
Religious/philosophical beliefs: followers of the holy chronicles.
Objects on their person: A sword, a bag of Imerian khrönor, a elf servant carrying various camping equipment and luxuries that a proper gentleman cannot go without.
Brief biography (Optional): Since he where a young man that had just finished his education back home so have Harald sailed the world looking for lost treasures and civilizations and claimed them for king and federation, fought pirates on the high seas, liberated non-humans for equality and self rule in daring raids, explored land never walked upon by man, fought in and led uprisings against corrupt mob ruled nations and socialistic barbarians as well as defending monarchies around the world against foreign threats while at the same time always remaining a complete gentleman!
Back home have his exploits become close to legendary as he with a snappy attitude and a proper manner is a true gentleman adventurer and with skills that could come in handy in such a profession (like getting out of traps, ropes, cells and as well a rather unlikely ability to cheat death) so have his adventures become great stories and plays back home.