Name: Dharati Prakōba

Country: 2P!Nepal

Gender: Male

Age: Just as old as Kama. So, old.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: He is the smart-mouth of the family, and he has a witty remark to practically everything. He is obnoxious, and would probably be allowed into the Awesome Club if he wasn't a 2P (aka Big Self-esteem). He is not murderous, most of the time, but when you piss him off, he will hurt you (= Yangire). His mind goes places even Francis or Gilbert wouldn't dare go. And that's no exaggeration.

History: Dharati has had a long history of pissing off other (2P!) countries. First, all of his siblings, by declaring wars on them, then, half of Europe, by declaring wars on them, and then his 1P, by simply being annoying, and dirty minded. That was the only time Kama ever got mad, and it was also the first time Dharati became afraid of someone or something.
His fear for Allen he got when he was in one of his obsessive phases, and the moment he saw the bat, he snapped out of it, and was gone.
He is a hard-working farmer when he's not counting the money he's made by selling his products to others, and he has always been a farmer, for as long as he can remember.

State and Economy: Hated, and fairly rich.

Description: Dharati has a tan skin, and shoulder-length, black hair, which he has kinda like Germania has it. He usually wears a wide, cotton pair of black pants, no shirt, and sandals (no socks, he's not fuckin' crazy), but if he has to, he wears a black tunic with a blue and purple design on it. He looks very feminine when he does wear his tunic.

Skills: Aside from annoying people, eye-raping is another one. (Jk, jk.) He likes to cook, and he'll kick anyone's ass in Judo or Karate, although his specialty is Krav Maga. (That's basically a cool name for a certain fighting style, but anyways, he's good at it.) He doesn't care for diplomacy and says exactly what's on his mind, but has never actually gotten in trouble before by speaking his mind.

Other: He, because he looks feminine with a tunic on, has been mistaken for a girl more than once. He doesn't care though, he doesn't think pronouns matter and you can refer to him as she if you like. He doesn't give a damn.

So, that was Dharati Prakōba! What do you think? More info will be in the next chapters and such.