Ssipsonia
13-08-2007, 22:27
OOC: For reference, this is an open RP for anyone wishing to participate, but to do so please write with immense respect to detail. No number-heavy posts. As well, there are three characters I will be controlling
Emperor of the Mottslim territory Lord Vladimir Karak.
King of the Sacred Ssips States comrade Vyacheslav Nimbus.
Premier of the Pacific Republic of Ssipsonia Albert Molotov.
As well, for reference, the three countries are united by the 'Pacific Blood' Military alliance. All three countries are home to large numbers of Mottslims, Russian-ethnic group folk. The Pacific Republic is housed in the area of modern-day Japan, the Mottslim Empire is in Hawaiin territory, and the Sacred Ssips States are in California, Nevada, Washington, Idaho and Oregon.
Population estimates
Ssipsonia - ~230,000,000
Mottslim Empire - ~9,000,000
Sacred Ssips States - ~112,000,000
The background for the current conflict is that, during World War II, human rights atrocities were commited against the SSS by the United States of America. Ssipsonia, now a Socialist Republic allied to both the USA and the SSS had to choose between the two. A US declaration of war on the PRoS made the choice easy enough. The setting is 1955.
Note - If you place a nation into the world, and take a territory already controlled (any country, basically), please give it a fleshed out background.
IC:
The great king Nimbus, leader of the Sacred Ssips States steps up to a large wooden podium outside of the capital of the SSS, Ssipsonopolis. His great mane of wiry silver hair is hassled by the wind, masking his scruffy face and leathery skin. Adorned upon his large frame is a black suit, one scarlet tie running down the center of it and an ornate pin sitting upon his breast as if it were a crown. With a quick brush, he moves his long hair to behind his ear, and an audible grunt resonates through the stadium where the Mottslims gather as he prepares his speech.
Behind the King sits 'Comrade Emperor' Lord Vladimir of the Mottslim Empire. His armed forces patrolling the land, for he is the only one left to issue a full declaration of war. Vladimir's stature is immense, his shoulders are broad and his face is flat. A gnarled, crooked nose protrudes downwards and twists to the left, as if broken many-a-times. Atop said nose sits a pair of glimmering brown eyes, shining in the face of the clouds that sit so gloomily above the rest of the conference. His movements are slow, but powerful, and he commands respect with his very presence. A skilled diplomat and a generally welcoming person, Vladimir was chosen moments ago to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Pacific Blood alliance.
"Mottslims of the East," begins Vyacheslav Nimbus, his voice gruff as he is easily the oldest of them all, a diplomat from an age before the Ssips territories were even around, "Mottslims of the Ocean," the story goes on, and he gestures now towards a center aisle where darker skinned folk sit, meaning the Mottslim empire kin, "and Mottslims of the West!" he calls, finishing his roll call of his kind.
"We are of the age where Mottslims of all areas can remain free!" cheers resonate throughout, "The Glorious Revolution complete, it is time now not to live in an age of action but in one of consequence!"
We knew what he meant. The United States of America needed to be punished for what it had done to us. Such horrid action commited on such a grand scale, ignoring all conventions established in the name of utter victory. They had raped, pillaged, murdered, slaughtered and gassed our kind, all because they needed their sliver of land back. The Americans had come close, yes, for we had not been able to assist the SSS, but they had missed the fact that it would be such a damned hard fight.
I am grateful to the USA, in some aspects, for if they had not defeated Tojo's military dictatorship I do not think the PRoS would ever have come about in the fashion it did. Though we were not their target, they cared not for our kind, but only had attacked because at the time, the Mottslims in Hawaii were under their control. Vengeance is now.
I am Premier Albert Molotov of the People's Republic of the Pacific. Thirty-seven years of age, and I am the leader of one of the strongest countries in the world. My skillfull diplomacy has led my war-torn nation from the brink of collapse after World War II and the Pacific Revolution, to one of the most glorious centers for economic competition. Within a decade I was able to turn a hovel into a mansion, and now the fruits of my labor are to come.
I walked towards the stage, disregarding what my ally had said. Nimbus' time had passed, for he was one of the old kind that we had to oust in the Revolution. Though I now was allied to him, for he was King of the States, there existed some bad blood between the two of us. I had hoped the Pacific Blood pact would get rid of such a thing, but alas, the tension is still there.
"My kin, I have led you well these past few years, have I not?" I started, hoping to ride the curtails of my rivals speech, "Then, please, as we are now in the Third and final stage of the Pacific Revolution, it is time for vengeance!" I cried out, my fist quivering through the air in a show of bravado unmatched since the dictators of the fourties. The Mottslims in front of me, with their colorful garb and their glamerous medals rallied in a sign of respect, pledging allegiance to what I could do. I smiled a quick smirk, to show that I appreciated their gesture, and in moments they calmed down, intent to hear the rest of today's meeting.
"As you all know, there are only two bastions of Mottslims left in the world of any note. Deep in the heart of Siberia, our kind has lived for centuries. It is where we come from, it is where we were born, and it is where I would like to die, some day. They are to remain sovereign, free of the bindings of our Pacts unless threatened, for we will defend them regardless of the words on papers, no?" a nod of agreement passed through the audience, and I continued, "then why do we not do the same for all Mottslims? Are not the Pacifican folk of Alaska our kind? We have intelligence, we have reports, we have documentations of all sort showing that these folk are being abused. The wealthy upperclass forbidding them from gaining clout, forbidding the average man, the hard working Mottslim from becoming anything more than a slave to those that rule him! However, that will not be the case today.." my voice drifted off, and I turned my back. A cap of black hair shuffled behind me and blew in the wind, and I felt the crease of my suit crinkle as I gestured towards two men sitting side by side. One was Lord Vladimir, and the other was Premier Edward Black, leader of the Canadian Federation.
"Mr Black, please, come to the podium and place your signature on this paper." He did as I asked. Black was a man about my height, but many years older. While I stood at an above-average six foot tall, he was about the same, disproportioned with another hundred or so pounds, as I was light for my height, around one hundred and seventy. Black's hand writing was frivolous, and his letters were large and swooping, in contrast to my signature which came directly afterwards, short and stout, strict in business and no-nonsense. Already on the document was the signature of Lord Ivan and King Nimbus, theirs similar to mine.
"I am pleased to announce," I began, slower than before, to build dramatic tension, I suppose, "that Black has allowed us use of his coastal regions for military bases!" with that the crowd erupted into cheers, but I continued on, gesturing that I was not yet done, "and as well, all of Canada has now signed a Non-Agression and Mutual Cooperation Pact with all three Mottslim territories!"
The people erupted into clapping, as I resigned and took my seat. Tommorow was the last day of preperation, and then, full-scale warfare to liberate the Alaskan Mottslim majority. We would save our brothers, regardless of the cost, and punish the Americans for what they had done.
OOC:
The RP will start at a conference in Northern Washington, attended by all three Pacific Leaders of the Mottslims. The three nations are all located in the Pacific region, and as such they are considered 'Pacific Mottslims', and alternative term is Ssipsonians, but that refers only to those in Japan or those in the SSS. Anyone is invited to join the conference tommorow, as there will be presented the formal declaration of hostilities against the United States of America, when as of now only geurilla warfare and light-combat has been taking place. Anyone that attends the conference would be advised to meet with and inform Albert Molotov (who I will continue in first person with) of their stance in regards to the hostilities.
Another note on placing countries - if you want to place a country please try not to take u to much of the United States. Alaska, I think you should know, is off limits. Anyone can RP as Canada, but please assume the pro-Mottslim stance as generated. Anywhere else is fine. If you would like to start with a pro-Mottslim stance, a Pacific Region country is normally the best idea, or Spain as the Mottslims take much of their political philosophy from the area of Spain (led by Franco, of course, but you can RP as if he was dead at this point).
Please enjoy the Blood of the Pacific RP.
Emperor of the Mottslim territory Lord Vladimir Karak.
King of the Sacred Ssips States comrade Vyacheslav Nimbus.
Premier of the Pacific Republic of Ssipsonia Albert Molotov.
As well, for reference, the three countries are united by the 'Pacific Blood' Military alliance. All three countries are home to large numbers of Mottslims, Russian-ethnic group folk. The Pacific Republic is housed in the area of modern-day Japan, the Mottslim Empire is in Hawaiin territory, and the Sacred Ssips States are in California, Nevada, Washington, Idaho and Oregon.
Population estimates
Ssipsonia - ~230,000,000
Mottslim Empire - ~9,000,000
Sacred Ssips States - ~112,000,000
The background for the current conflict is that, during World War II, human rights atrocities were commited against the SSS by the United States of America. Ssipsonia, now a Socialist Republic allied to both the USA and the SSS had to choose between the two. A US declaration of war on the PRoS made the choice easy enough. The setting is 1955.
Note - If you place a nation into the world, and take a territory already controlled (any country, basically), please give it a fleshed out background.
IC:
The great king Nimbus, leader of the Sacred Ssips States steps up to a large wooden podium outside of the capital of the SSS, Ssipsonopolis. His great mane of wiry silver hair is hassled by the wind, masking his scruffy face and leathery skin. Adorned upon his large frame is a black suit, one scarlet tie running down the center of it and an ornate pin sitting upon his breast as if it were a crown. With a quick brush, he moves his long hair to behind his ear, and an audible grunt resonates through the stadium where the Mottslims gather as he prepares his speech.
Behind the King sits 'Comrade Emperor' Lord Vladimir of the Mottslim Empire. His armed forces patrolling the land, for he is the only one left to issue a full declaration of war. Vladimir's stature is immense, his shoulders are broad and his face is flat. A gnarled, crooked nose protrudes downwards and twists to the left, as if broken many-a-times. Atop said nose sits a pair of glimmering brown eyes, shining in the face of the clouds that sit so gloomily above the rest of the conference. His movements are slow, but powerful, and he commands respect with his very presence. A skilled diplomat and a generally welcoming person, Vladimir was chosen moments ago to be the Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Pacific Blood alliance.
"Mottslims of the East," begins Vyacheslav Nimbus, his voice gruff as he is easily the oldest of them all, a diplomat from an age before the Ssips territories were even around, "Mottslims of the Ocean," the story goes on, and he gestures now towards a center aisle where darker skinned folk sit, meaning the Mottslim empire kin, "and Mottslims of the West!" he calls, finishing his roll call of his kind.
"We are of the age where Mottslims of all areas can remain free!" cheers resonate throughout, "The Glorious Revolution complete, it is time now not to live in an age of action but in one of consequence!"
We knew what he meant. The United States of America needed to be punished for what it had done to us. Such horrid action commited on such a grand scale, ignoring all conventions established in the name of utter victory. They had raped, pillaged, murdered, slaughtered and gassed our kind, all because they needed their sliver of land back. The Americans had come close, yes, for we had not been able to assist the SSS, but they had missed the fact that it would be such a damned hard fight.
I am grateful to the USA, in some aspects, for if they had not defeated Tojo's military dictatorship I do not think the PRoS would ever have come about in the fashion it did. Though we were not their target, they cared not for our kind, but only had attacked because at the time, the Mottslims in Hawaii were under their control. Vengeance is now.
I am Premier Albert Molotov of the People's Republic of the Pacific. Thirty-seven years of age, and I am the leader of one of the strongest countries in the world. My skillfull diplomacy has led my war-torn nation from the brink of collapse after World War II and the Pacific Revolution, to one of the most glorious centers for economic competition. Within a decade I was able to turn a hovel into a mansion, and now the fruits of my labor are to come.
I walked towards the stage, disregarding what my ally had said. Nimbus' time had passed, for he was one of the old kind that we had to oust in the Revolution. Though I now was allied to him, for he was King of the States, there existed some bad blood between the two of us. I had hoped the Pacific Blood pact would get rid of such a thing, but alas, the tension is still there.
"My kin, I have led you well these past few years, have I not?" I started, hoping to ride the curtails of my rivals speech, "Then, please, as we are now in the Third and final stage of the Pacific Revolution, it is time for vengeance!" I cried out, my fist quivering through the air in a show of bravado unmatched since the dictators of the fourties. The Mottslims in front of me, with their colorful garb and their glamerous medals rallied in a sign of respect, pledging allegiance to what I could do. I smiled a quick smirk, to show that I appreciated their gesture, and in moments they calmed down, intent to hear the rest of today's meeting.
"As you all know, there are only two bastions of Mottslims left in the world of any note. Deep in the heart of Siberia, our kind has lived for centuries. It is where we come from, it is where we were born, and it is where I would like to die, some day. They are to remain sovereign, free of the bindings of our Pacts unless threatened, for we will defend them regardless of the words on papers, no?" a nod of agreement passed through the audience, and I continued, "then why do we not do the same for all Mottslims? Are not the Pacifican folk of Alaska our kind? We have intelligence, we have reports, we have documentations of all sort showing that these folk are being abused. The wealthy upperclass forbidding them from gaining clout, forbidding the average man, the hard working Mottslim from becoming anything more than a slave to those that rule him! However, that will not be the case today.." my voice drifted off, and I turned my back. A cap of black hair shuffled behind me and blew in the wind, and I felt the crease of my suit crinkle as I gestured towards two men sitting side by side. One was Lord Vladimir, and the other was Premier Edward Black, leader of the Canadian Federation.
"Mr Black, please, come to the podium and place your signature on this paper." He did as I asked. Black was a man about my height, but many years older. While I stood at an above-average six foot tall, he was about the same, disproportioned with another hundred or so pounds, as I was light for my height, around one hundred and seventy. Black's hand writing was frivolous, and his letters were large and swooping, in contrast to my signature which came directly afterwards, short and stout, strict in business and no-nonsense. Already on the document was the signature of Lord Ivan and King Nimbus, theirs similar to mine.
"I am pleased to announce," I began, slower than before, to build dramatic tension, I suppose, "that Black has allowed us use of his coastal regions for military bases!" with that the crowd erupted into cheers, but I continued on, gesturing that I was not yet done, "and as well, all of Canada has now signed a Non-Agression and Mutual Cooperation Pact with all three Mottslim territories!"
The people erupted into clapping, as I resigned and took my seat. Tommorow was the last day of preperation, and then, full-scale warfare to liberate the Alaskan Mottslim majority. We would save our brothers, regardless of the cost, and punish the Americans for what they had done.
OOC:
The RP will start at a conference in Northern Washington, attended by all three Pacific Leaders of the Mottslims. The three nations are all located in the Pacific region, and as such they are considered 'Pacific Mottslims', and alternative term is Ssipsonians, but that refers only to those in Japan or those in the SSS. Anyone is invited to join the conference tommorow, as there will be presented the formal declaration of hostilities against the United States of America, when as of now only geurilla warfare and light-combat has been taking place. Anyone that attends the conference would be advised to meet with and inform Albert Molotov (who I will continue in first person with) of their stance in regards to the hostilities.
Another note on placing countries - if you want to place a country please try not to take u to much of the United States. Alaska, I think you should know, is off limits. Anyone can RP as Canada, but please assume the pro-Mottslim stance as generated. Anywhere else is fine. If you would like to start with a pro-Mottslim stance, a Pacific Region country is normally the best idea, or Spain as the Mottslims take much of their political philosophy from the area of Spain (led by Franco, of course, but you can RP as if he was dead at this point).
Please enjoy the Blood of the Pacific RP.