Post by gilbert on Mar 2, 2011 21:10:25 GMT -5
GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT
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NAME:[/font] Gilbert Beilschmidt
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Prussian | German
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Adventurous
- Can be strict and serious when necessary
- Amazing at strategy
- Stronger than he looks
- Loyal
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Self-centered / arrogant
- Obnoxious
- Terrible manners
- Likes to fight or make challenges
- Steals
- Lonely
- No common sense
LIKES:
- Beer & Bargains
- Friedrich II
- West (Ludwig his bro)
- To be around people, even if they don't like him
- Being praised
- Writing in his diary
- Gilbird
- Cute things
- Food
DISLIKES:
- Ivan
- Being alone
- Talking about Friedrich II (He misses him a great deal. It depresses him)
- Doesn't like the anything that sounds like 'Mark'.
- England's cooking (because it almost killed him man)
FEARS:
- Hungary (Mostly when she is enraged or being creepy)
- Being alone (As in living alone for the rest of his life not temporarily)
out of character
NAME: Yuki.
OTHER CHARACTERS: I've also RP'd as Alfred and a Scotland OC. As for outside of Hetalia a ton, back in my early tweens a lot of Naruto characters, a lot of OC characters after that and then Gold from Pokemon.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Gilbert was alone in the house again; left alone to his own devices once more. Why did Ludwig insist on ditching him? Why couldn’t he just bring Feliciano over for dinner instead of leaving him behind? The man fidgeted in his seat, sighing and twirling around in one place with his eye closed. He knew that Ludwig and Feliciano had a ‘thing’ and that he would ruin it by being there… b-but he still insisted in believing that he could’ve left AFTER dinner. Groaning in agitation as the world seemed to spin while he twirled around in his little office chair; he was going to die here. That was it, he was going to die. It’d only been 10 precious minutes and he felt he would self combust with boredom!
“What should I do, Gilbird, hm?” He cooed as he stopped spinning, rubbing the tiny bird’s head with his forefinger. Smiling when it nuzzled against it, and then sighing. “I guess you’re right, Gilbird… I’ll go to Francis’ house! He doesn’t seem to mind cooking for me when I ask.” He spoke to the bird as if it had answered his previous question, when in actuality it just cocked its little head to the side in curiosity. He hoisted the small creature on his hands and placed him neatly on his head; the usual perch for Gilbird.
With a confident stride Gilbert strut out the house like he was on top of the world, he was not going to be alone today and he was certainly going to make a day of it!
Within a few hours he’d made his way to Francis’ house, one of the countries he’d been friends with the longest aside from Spain. Even though the only thing he had respect for about France was his cooking, that didn’t mean sometimes he couldn’t be pleasant to be around. He knocked on the door three times; loudly to be sure Francis heard him. He paused and waited; when the door didn’t open he knocked again. This time he knocked six times; loudly. Brows furrowing and impatience threatening to ruin what would have been an awesomely awesome day; Gilbert knocked again eleven times! He sincerely hoped that it was because Francis’ wasn’t home and that he wasn’t just pretending to not be home; because that had happened before! He pursed his lips while hands rested on his hips to match standing in the tall door way. “Francis if you’re in there I swear to fucking god that I’ma bust this fucking door down!” He waited for frantic sounds or signs of someone coming to open the door. All he received in return was silence, frowning as he kicked the door in vengeance though just as soon regretted doing so. Swearing in all colors and languages as he limped away, now what the fuck was he supposed to do?
“What should I do, Gilbird, hm?” He cooed as he stopped spinning, rubbing the tiny bird’s head with his forefinger. Smiling when it nuzzled against it, and then sighing. “I guess you’re right, Gilbird… I’ll go to Francis’ house! He doesn’t seem to mind cooking for me when I ask.” He spoke to the bird as if it had answered his previous question, when in actuality it just cocked its little head to the side in curiosity. He hoisted the small creature on his hands and placed him neatly on his head; the usual perch for Gilbird.
With a confident stride Gilbert strut out the house like he was on top of the world, he was not going to be alone today and he was certainly going to make a day of it!
Within a few hours he’d made his way to Francis’ house, one of the countries he’d been friends with the longest aside from Spain. Even though the only thing he had respect for about France was his cooking, that didn’t mean sometimes he couldn’t be pleasant to be around. He knocked on the door three times; loudly to be sure Francis heard him. He paused and waited; when the door didn’t open he knocked again. This time he knocked six times; loudly. Brows furrowing and impatience threatening to ruin what would have been an awesomely awesome day; Gilbert knocked again eleven times! He sincerely hoped that it was because Francis’ wasn’t home and that he wasn’t just pretending to not be home; because that had happened before! He pursed his lips while hands rested on his hips to match standing in the tall door way. “Francis if you’re in there I swear to fucking god that I’ma bust this fucking door down!” He waited for frantic sounds or signs of someone coming to open the door. All he received in return was silence, frowning as he kicked the door in vengeance though just as soon regretted doing so. Swearing in all colors and languages as he limped away, now what the fuck was he supposed to do?
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