Post by absolutelybritish on Feb 12, 2012 16:28:04 GMT -5
The Character
Country Name: England
Human Name: Arthur Kirkland
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:\
At first, Arthur comes off as a complete stuck-up snub, being distant from others and not saying much unless he has a opinion of it, but he couldn't be anymore different. Once you get to know him, he is extremely pessimistic and cynical, never hoping for the best always the worse. At times he mocks himself, mostly because he believes in his past he was a complete idiot, especially when the term pirates is brought up. Though, even as he mocks himself he will boast about how great he used to be as well as boast about his accomplishments as the Great British Empire.
Though, he comes off as many things, one thing always shines brighter than the others and that his how much of a gentleman he can be. Not only is he just a gentleman but goes as far as to give up his coats to cover a girl if they are cold, open doors for others and be at meetings before all others. He would willing sacrifice his own life to be able to help others in need. In honestly, Arthur would be the very definition of a gentleman every man should be.
But, being a gentleman isn't something he does all the time he does have a bad side. He will never hold himself back to quiet overly rambunctious or rude people. He would snapped at them with sharp orders or sarcastic remarks and sometimes even going so far as to start some witty remarks with them. Arthur does try hard to be a gentleman and keep to himself like he should but things sometimes slip out.
Arthur has a nasty temper that easily goes off at the slightest fuse. Anything can piss him off- being it reminders of his failures, his eyebrows, his cooking (which he thinks is just fine), or that overly obnoxious American. His temper afterwards leaves him as a different person as before, leavinghim as the punk he used to be and one thats not afraid to land a few punches.
Arthur isn't a very easy person to befriend, making it so he doesn't have alot of close friends. There is only a very few others he cares a alot about but he will always deny it (espiecally when a certain American is mentioned). Around others, he hides his true feelings of loneliness and of his strong desire to have friends he can care about. As much as he denies it, he truly is a lonely man that just wishes he had more friends that he does enemies seeing as during his past he had made alot of them.
Though if a person gets lucky enough to be his friend, they have a true ally that they can count on to be their by their side. If any of his friends are in dire need of help he would be the first to come to their aid. Though. he himself has the problem of not asking for help unless he truly needs it. This side of him could, be his true side, the side where he keeps all his hidden feelings because of his fear of being mocked because of them. He had learned over the years that keeping his emotions hidden prevented pain and hurt, an so he tries his best to keep them more to himself than with anyone else. The reason for this behavior is his siblings, they bullied him about his feelings and hurt him to the point of him being the man he is today, quiet, lonely man that only wants a bit of companionship.
Though Arthur left his punk life behind a long time ago, he still keeps his love of alcholic beverages with him. His pride is always shattered because of this seeing as he will become a blattering idiot when he gets intoxicated. Arthur will go on and on about past indeavors that he could have done better or things that he wished didn't happen, (alot of which with the Revolution). He will sometimes bully and mock others to tears though as how easily intoxicated he gets, he never remebers it the next day. Arthur, like others, usually drinks if he truly is stressed over a situation or wants to be free from whats going on around him.
Arthur is a very organized fighter when comes to the battlefield. He thinks about every execution before ever unleashing a spell or attack. Being a leading figure in the undergrounds of London in his past, he learned well plan everything perfectly and isn't afraid to go one on one with a enemy. Arthur, even though he denies it everytime, knows his limits and will ask if he truly believes he stand no match. He'll do some regrettable things to protect his pride, he believes that one without pride is nothing just something to walk over or discard. It is only when he is incredibly desperate when he inches twoard his chosen few and finally asks for help.
Weapon:
His Enchantations Book.
Abilities:
-Fidelus- Hides secrets within someone, if used Arthur will lose all current memories and forget he even casted the spell.
-Finite Incantatum-Stops any current spells being casted by enemies, causes Arthur to go blind or lose mobility.
-Impedimenta-Slows an advancing object, makes a purple light static around the object and wears off after 20 minutes.
-Lumos Maxima- Creates a small orb of light that follows the caster, luminating the way.
-Protego-Protects the caster from spells for only 5 minutes, afterwards the caster cannot cast it until after 5 more minutes.
- Episkey- Heals minor wounds, causes Arthur to become incredibly tired afterward.
-Sectumsempra- Causes lacerations to appear on the skin, as if a sword had cut it.
-Bombarda- Causes a small and contained explosion wherever Arthur points. The spell projects like a small pentagram circling the specified point.
-Flipendo-Knocks back an object or enemy it was aimmed at, shoot out of Arthur's hands as a blue spark of light.
-Avada Kedevra- A curse that can kill any living creature. It takes an immense amount of magic to conjure it up and it ends up killing him in the long run if used.
Likes:
+Tea- Specifically Earl Grey
+Scones- He enjoys them with jam and tea, but he can’t cook them himself.
+Fencing- His reasoning is that it’s fun, but he likes the fact he can stab someone with a sword and not be penalized for it.
+Reading/Writing- He enjoys a good novel, especially when their written by his favorite authors. He also writes his own stories in his spare time, which are actually rather decent.
+The Fae- They’re his friends that everyone else calls “imaginary”, though he constantly insists that they aren’t.
+Magic- He loves the occult, occasionally practicing black magic at home. It’s a major hobby.
+Playing guitar/piano- Yes, he does possess musical skill, and yes, he will play it for people if asked nicely, and yes, he will enjoy playing it for them.
Dislikes:
-Having his eyebrows made fun of- “They’re not that big, dammit!”
-His siblings- He has a dreadful relationship with them, with a history full of fighting and hating on each other. Today, he’s been trying to improve his relations with them, though his attempts don’t seem too successful.
-Swimming- He never did learn how.
-The Hangover- he despises like every normal person, the aftereffects of his drinking.
-Talking about his feelings- He can’t open up to many people and he never will.
-Betrayal
-Coffee- It tastes like shit.
-Immaturity- He absolutley loathes people who dont act like adults and will go out to express his feelings about it.
Strengths:
+His ability to communicate and befriend the supernatural.
+His ruthlessness: Arthur will never relent; he will fight and cause pain until the opponent is begging for mercy or dies.
+Perseverance: He will never back down. Arthur will continue to fight until he can do so no more; he will push himself past his limits and keep going until he outright collapses.
+Sword skills: He’s a talented swordsman thanks to centuries of practice, and swords are what will be serving as his weapons.
+Accuracy: He is an archer. It is only obvious that he would have deadly accuracy with his sword strikes.
+His wit: Arthur is an intelligent person, witty and sarcastic, quick thinking and innovative.
Weaknesses:
-His fragile feelings: One comment over the line from someone else could lead to him getting depressed and emotional.
-His body strength: He isn’t particularly strong nor is he heavy enough to do things that include heavy objects.
-Alcohol: He gets drunk way too easily.
-Temper: He has a short one. Because of this, he has difficulty making major use of his wit, due to a boiling temper getting in the way.
-Suspicious: Arthur always suspects someone or something, and has a hard time trusting even his closest “friends”, believing that they will harm him in some fashion. This leads to him making accusations when pissed off or freaking out.
Sample Post:
The bombs fell around him in waves, a constant rain of shells and dirt. Pauses in between gave him barely any time to breathe before the next one was upon him. Mud streaked his face and uniform as he huddled with countless others in watery trenches. Their knees and boots were soaked through with filth from all the marching they had done earlier.
Arthur was no stranger to warfare. He’d grown up with battle. But this was different; this kind of fighting was different and more deadly, nothing like the clashing of swords or the twangs of bows and arrows. Trench warfare was something Arthur was not used to. It was huddling in a ditch filled with water up to the knee, unsure if you would even survive just sitting there for an eternity, waiting for the shelling to stop and an opening to present itself. It was countless tedious hours of waiting for a break and the chance to charge, with the slightest hope that they may take the battle and win the war.
There was no real adrenaline, except for the fierce pounding of blood through his ears while his heart raced and his instincts raged. The thrill of battle was nonexistent; the fear that one could die within a second without even engaging with his opponent hung heavily over the troops.
Arthur sat next to a soldier slowly going mad. The young man held his head in his hands and rocked himself, whimpering away like a lost puppy. Tears ran down the mud streaked face. Arthur held the other closely, whispering to his citizen that he would be okay. He told him not to lose faith, even though Arthur himself had done so a little while ago. The soldier, whose name was Timothy, quelled a little bit. Unfortunately, he did not calm as much as Arthur had hoped. He’s much too young to be here, Arthur thought with a sad sigh. All of them were too young.
A scream went up from Arthur’s other side. Both he and Timothy looked to the source of the sound. Another had gone over the edge. He climbed out of the trench, into the open. His friends and fellow fighters begged for him to get back, but he did not listen. Arthur watched with a sick stomach as the young soldier pulled out a grenade and charged towards the other side, yelling his head off. Arthur turned away, not wanting to watch anymore. He prayed that somehow, the poor man had at least taken one enemy with him, but it might have been too much to hope for.
Timothy proceeded to throw up whatever he had in his stomach, which wasn’t very much at all. Arthur patted his back and cooed to him as an older brother would, gazing with wet eyes. Arthur wanted so very much to cry. He wanted to break down and let out all his withheld tears. But he couldn’t crack in front of his own men, because then they would lose hope, and they would never win. Arthur refused to show weakness to his people when they were already so fragile and tired, just like him.
Arthur wondered how everyone else was doing. How was Francis holding up? Was he staying strong? Was Alfred doing okay? Would Ludwig be fine after all this? Would he be fine after all this? The questions ran through Arthur’s mind like a mantra, repeating over and over again.
Timothy had stopped gagging now. Arthur pulled him into as tight a hug as he could manage. The other returned it. All the while, Arthur whispered to him gently, “We’ll be okay, my lad, you’ll be okay, we’ll all be okay. We’ll pull through it. We’ll be okay.”
**
At the funeral for all the soldiers after the war was over, Arthur stood prim and proper in his uniform, pinned medals gleaming in the dim sun covered almost entirely by clouds. He watched with respect and sorrow as they lowered Timothy’s coffin into its grave to join the others. And all the while, he whispered, “We’re okay, my lad, you’re okay, we’re all okay. We pulled through it. We’re okay.”
Yet despite his words, Arthur felt like he had lied.
Did you read the rules?:
- Eyebrows
- Maple
- Knife
- Tomatoes
- Freedom
- Rose
The Player
Name: Iggy Brows, Artie, Annie
Timezone: GMT +1
