Kronshi
Alby47
Vampiretwilight
Little Bill💎𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Hui-Bawa "Du-Butha" "Hui-Hooseng"
💎𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮
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Not strictly applicable
💎𝓐𝓰𝓮
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20
💎𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻
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Male
💎𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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Heterosexual
💎𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
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It is said that the Du-Wassi harbors giants. For Hui-Bawa, that myth runs as true as giants can be. Standing at an even 2 metres, Hui-Bawa dwarfs near any man he stands next to. Yet, in his homeland, he is actually of almost perfectly average height. In the fight against northern imperialism, it has become common for the Hui-Eehi (the native peoples of Du-Wassi) to shave their heads, as a love of hair is seen as northern. However, Hui-Bawa has broken with that practice, and keeps a short fuzz on his scalp, leading to minor controversy in his homeland. Despite the syndicalist dogma adopted by the Du-Wassi state, he is a well-fed man, raised on the native beef, and as a result is covered in massive globs of muscle.
💎𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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The grim face he puts on for the public is not the person Hui-Bawa is beneath. There is a reason he was given the nickname "Du-Butha", the Great Heart. He is a giver, through and through, always putting the needs of others before his own. He is courteous and kind, and always has time for children. However, years of travel and diplomacy has changed him. He is not so eager to make friends with the people he meets, knowing that in scant days, he will never see them again. Thus, he puts on an air of formality and occupies himself with his work at all times, to keep his mind off his loneliness.
💎𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼
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Likes his people, his brother, his country, animals, plants, peaceful environments, syndicalist philosophy, the war effort, and having a general feel-good time.
Hates imperialism, northern oppression, war on home soil, the practices of syndicalist philosophy, the practices in the war, and scary stories.
Hates imperialism, northern oppression, war on home soil, the practices of syndicalist philosophy, the practices in the war, and scary stories.
💎𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
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Hui-Bawa was never meant to amount to much. His brother was Du-Bawa, general and Hui-Basada of the country. His youth he lived in baseless luxury, feasting near every night while the rest of the nation starved. While his body was nourished on stuffed cow and chicken, his mind was raised on propaganda, fed to him by his parents and brother. He believed that Du-Wassi was the wealthiest land in the entire world, and all people lived as wealthy as he did. His brother's motto, "Every Man a Lord", was his own.
Hui-Bawa only left the capitol building, which was repurposed from a northern estate, in his early teens. What he saw was a horror. His people, the supposed lords, were living in squalor. They had not returned to the peaceful and plentiful lives of the tribal Du-Wassi, but instead fight with each other for the few scraps the government may hand out. He realized, as he returned to his home, that he has lived his life in a bubble, and now more than ever must break out.
The rest of his formative years were spent in study. He familiarized himself with the philosophy of the earliest syndicalists, such as Liu Cheng Han and Kerlow ap Gwythyng, and spoke with the most gifted economists he could find both within the nation and without. In an amazing amount of time, he transformed his entire self, from the airheaded child he once was to a real thinker, one who could perhaps save his people.
Armed with conviction, he left Du-Wassi to travel the world, seeking support for his people. He has endorsed and founded numerous charity organizations, and spoken before countless national coalitions. He works day and night for the dream of a truly syndicalist Du-Wassi, where every man may live a lord, as he had once known it to be.
Hui-Bawa only left the capitol building, which was repurposed from a northern estate, in his early teens. What he saw was a horror. His people, the supposed lords, were living in squalor. They had not returned to the peaceful and plentiful lives of the tribal Du-Wassi, but instead fight with each other for the few scraps the government may hand out. He realized, as he returned to his home, that he has lived his life in a bubble, and now more than ever must break out.
The rest of his formative years were spent in study. He familiarized himself with the philosophy of the earliest syndicalists, such as Liu Cheng Han and Kerlow ap Gwythyng, and spoke with the most gifted economists he could find both within the nation and without. In an amazing amount of time, he transformed his entire self, from the airheaded child he once was to a real thinker, one who could perhaps save his people.
Armed with conviction, he left Du-Wassi to travel the world, seeking support for his people. He has endorsed and founded numerous charity organizations, and spoken before countless national coalitions. He works day and night for the dream of a truly syndicalist Du-Wassi, where every man may live a lord, as he had once known it to be.
💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮
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💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Free Commonwealth of Du-Wassi
💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷
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President Du-Bawa "Du-Bata" "Du-Wasseng"
💎𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼
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Green, Brown, Yellow
💎𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻
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Poor income, poor living conditions, oppressive syndicalist leadership, hatred of northern peoples, superstitions and belief in magic.
💎𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂
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Before the age of colonialism, the Du-Wassi was a purely geographical term, for the great jungle that dominated the central parts of the continent. To its north was the Du-Sasaa, a previously unexplored desert considered by most to be the end of the world. Within it lived a countless many tribes, such as the Du-Hooseng and the Hui-Argu, both of which have been lost to time. Tribal life was often centered around the farming of various grains that grew plenty around the jungles, supplanted by the hunting of animals and the digging of nutrient-rich roots within the jungle itself. Conflicts were frequent between the tribes, which were often fought with spears and throwing stones. Ironically, in this culture of war, a religion grew that worshipped the spirits of harmony, and gave emphasis to the connection that all peoples had with themselves and their homeland.
The first encounter with the northern "pale men" changed the way Du-Wassi society functioned forever. The northerners wielded weapons beyond the imagination of the Hui-Eehi, guns and explosives that slaughtered even the ablest of stone-throwers. Soon, all of the tribes were conquered, split between northern hands and effectively enslaved. Their jungle was plundered for its natural resources, extracted upon Hui-Eehi backs pushed by northern whips. Racial theory was introduced to the Du-Wassi, and any man born a son of the Hui-Eehi were denied rights given to pale citizens of the empire.
It was the perfect place for syndicalism to fester and grow. Progress oriented philosophers, often laughed out of university halls in the north, would escape into the colonies. The Hui-Eehi were much more receptive to the syndicalist ideology, which favored rebellion from an oppressive system and equality among all people. To the Hui-Eehi, this meant a return to their own rule, free from the northerners, and rose up in a bloody revolution. A young Hui-Eehi philosopher was declared the "Hui-Basada" (Hui-Eehi for "president"), and given powers by the people that reflects in all respects but name a king.
Today, the rebellion is still ongoing, but has simmered down to a frightful cold war. The northern empire still considers itself the suzerain of Du-Wassi, and the Hui-Eehi live in fear that at any moment the war could reactivate. Proxy wars, fought between the Du-Wassi philosophy of syndicalism and the capitalist northerners still flare up in the surrounding recently decolonized nations. The current Hui-Basada, Du-Bawa, is the son of the previous, and his extremist rhetoric is broadcast as propaganda throughout the entire nation. The uneducated public, the majority of the population, are incredibly racist towards pale people, and are generally unwelcome to foreigners everywhere except the capital city of Du-Tunka.
The first encounter with the northern "pale men" changed the way Du-Wassi society functioned forever. The northerners wielded weapons beyond the imagination of the Hui-Eehi, guns and explosives that slaughtered even the ablest of stone-throwers. Soon, all of the tribes were conquered, split between northern hands and effectively enslaved. Their jungle was plundered for its natural resources, extracted upon Hui-Eehi backs pushed by northern whips. Racial theory was introduced to the Du-Wassi, and any man born a son of the Hui-Eehi were denied rights given to pale citizens of the empire.
It was the perfect place for syndicalism to fester and grow. Progress oriented philosophers, often laughed out of university halls in the north, would escape into the colonies. The Hui-Eehi were much more receptive to the syndicalist ideology, which favored rebellion from an oppressive system and equality among all people. To the Hui-Eehi, this meant a return to their own rule, free from the northerners, and rose up in a bloody revolution. A young Hui-Eehi philosopher was declared the "Hui-Basada" (Hui-Eehi for "president"), and given powers by the people that reflects in all respects but name a king.
Today, the rebellion is still ongoing, but has simmered down to a frightful cold war. The northern empire still considers itself the suzerain of Du-Wassi, and the Hui-Eehi live in fear that at any moment the war could reactivate. Proxy wars, fought between the Du-Wassi philosophy of syndicalism and the capitalist northerners still flare up in the surrounding recently decolonized nations. The current Hui-Basada, Du-Bawa, is the son of the previous, and his extremist rhetoric is broadcast as propaganda throughout the entire nation. The uneducated public, the majority of the population, are incredibly racist towards pale people, and are generally unwelcome to foreigners everywhere except the capital city of Du-Tunka.