Come on, you knew I would do this sooner or later.. Anyway, this shall contain occasional little stories of the happenings of some of the characters in this. I hope you enjoy..!
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Country/Micronation Name: "I represent the southern half of Scotland, luv," the Scot said politely.
Human Name: "Irene Loch Lomond, a pleasure to meet ye." She he'd out her hand for you to shake, a timid yet confident smile spread across her lips.
Physical Age: The Scottish woman tapped her chin. "Well, most HAVE said that I be lookin' about twenty-five physically, which I take as a bit compliment."
Actual Age: Her face drew blank. "That.. is a bit rude, but if you need to know.. roughly around ten thousand years.."
Gender: "I figured ye would have guessed that by now, but I am female. And just because me chest is flat fer a lass doesn't mean ANYTHIN'."
Sexuality: Her cheeks turned a light pink tint. "W-what kind of question is that?" (She is a heterosexual.)
Looks: "..ye aren't blind, I hope..?" (Irene is usually seen wearing a button-up, white dress shirt with ruffled sleeves; a red and black plaid kilt that is a few inches above the knee; a black belt lying just below her lean waist; white knee socks; and ankle-high black boots. At times however, she will wear the pair of black sneakers that America had bought her once before when she had lost her boots for a few weeks.) -Hair: "Again.. blind, mate?" (Her locks are of a fiery red colour, almost always held up in a high ponytail with the most of the left portion of her face being hidden by her hair. A few strands lay at the right side of er well-sculpted, serene face.) -Eyes: "I'm lookin' at ye with 'em." (The one that is visible, her right eye, is a striking navy blue. However, her left is an emerald green. This is because she had grown with heterochromia, which is why her eyes are two different colours. She only has shared this with her younger brother England, and nobody else.)
Personality: Her eyesight darted slightly. "Well, why don't I put it in simple terms? I am sure we could become quite good companions. Jus', please.. don't push my buttons and the same thing won't happen to you." (She is a slightly timid, but also proud woman with a strong build. Some have actually mistaken her for a male a few times before, but she either forgave them for their mistakes or nearly pounded then into the ground. Yes, she CAN be a bit rowdy at times, but overall she is a kind and caring individual to practically anyone. Although, to be honest, in a few situations, she sometimes will tend to go overboard with her enthusiasm and ideas. She is also someone who's knows how to break up feuds easily, and is quite handy with a sword. To sum it up, Irene is a very nice, or should I say gentlemanly, woman who looks out for those she cares about and WILL kick some arse when push comes to shove.)
Likes: "Let's see.. Oh! I enjoy playin' me bagpipes whenever I have some free time on me hands; havin' some tea with me br- Erm, HALF-brother England from time to time-" She quietly shushed and giggled at something that didn't seem there, and the palm of her hand soon came into contact with her forehead. "Alrigh'.. I admit, I CAN see the things me lit'le brother does. It isn't bad, since I DO enjoy the company now and then, but at times I need to be left alone. There are a few things I care for as well, such as bakin' every so often. Unlike ENGLAND, I can at least make a few scones without burnin' 'em after putting them in the oven for barely five minutes." She sucked in a breath. "There isn't much else to say on what I like however, unless ye want a long list." Her lips let a chuckle escape.
