Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Apr 12, 2011 18:36:32 GMT -5
Arthur Kirkland
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So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.[/center]
NAME:[/font] Arthur Kirkland
AGE: 18
GRADE: 12, Senior
NATIONALITY: British
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- Loyal - Arthur will stand by someone who has earned his loyalty until the end of time- Or until said person chooses to reject his loyalty.
- Handy - Arthur is good at working with thread. He can sew, knit, crochet, and many other things... He just can't cook.
- Compassionate - Despite all his short comings, and how hard it is to socialise with him, Arthur is compassionate. Many people would probably deny this fact, but that probably means they haven't seen this rare piece of his personality. If Arthur comes upon someone suffering, or something, he feels for it, be it human, animal, or mythical. More than once he's attempted to nurse animals he'd found injured, and if he were to find a person injured he'd attempt to do the same.
- Diligent - When Arthur works, he works hard. Sometimes he works so hard he makes himself sick. Often he works so hard he has no time to do any of the things he loves to do, such as sewing and reading.
- Magically Inclined - It may not seem like it would be an aspect of someone's personality, but for Arthur it's not only part of his personality, it's part of his lifestyle. Arthur loves the occult, and lives mythology. He spends a lot of his free time dabbling in the dark arts, though recently that has been declining quite a bit. It's hard to dedicate your life to something other people not only frown upon, but deny entirely.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- Stubborn - Arthur's not very good at giving up. When he does give up he either denies that it ever happened, or tries to forget about it as much as he possibly can. If he's forced to accept that he did give up, he gets upset. Arthur is also very set in his ways, even as the rest of the world and even his own people move forward, Arthur insists on continuing on as he has been for most of his life.
- Distrusting - Arthur doesn't really trust anyone. He rarely claims people are his friends and when he does call people friends he often thinks they are lying to him, even when they aren't. If someone in the past has had his trust, and then loses it, it is very unlikely that Arthur will trust that person ever again.
- Insecure - He thinks he's really good at hiding it, but all of the stuttering and spluttering he does is really a clear indication of how insecure he is. He worries a lot, and he is afraid of being looked down on in such a way that he hides away from people, and pretends he doesn't care about things, even though he would rather be able to get along with people.
- Alcoholic - Using it to try and hide away from his past, and things he just doesn't want to deal with, Arthur boarders on alcoholic with how much he drinks. He normally ends up drunk calling people, having fits, and acting quite ungentlemanly, then saying he'll never drink again... Though he always does.
- Closed off - Arthur is very hard to talk to, he doesn't like having direct conversations and he doesn't like answering questions. The only way to really strike up a conversation with him is to start with a clean slate and bring up something he's interested in. As soon as someone picks on him in the slightest he either goes silent or gets angry, usually the former. The worst part is that once he's angry he refuses to drop the subject, whatever the subject is, because he wants to win. Win what? Well that's a little bit harder to explain.
LIKES:
- Reading
- Tea
- Sewing of any type
- Pubs
- Fish & Chips
- Alcohol
- "Quiet time"
- History
- All his castles
- Fighting
- Cooking
- Football
- Cricket
DISLIKES:
- Dishonest people
- Loud people
- Obnoxious people
- Being deserted
- Giving up
- Having his age made fun of
- Disorder
- People with no manners
- Being disrespected in any way
- Losing
- American Football
FEARS:
- Being left behind, of the world running ahead without him, of England itself dying.
- Being alone, which is why he keeps all his colonies so close, even if they are not his colonies anymore. He may ignore them, but if they left, he would be nothing. At least, that's what he believes.
out of character
NAME: Iggy or England please. :3
OTHER CHARACTERS: Canada, I've played China, and I'd like to try playing Japan some day.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Arthur sighed, pouring over the papers in front of him. They seemed to go on forever, one piles here, another there. How was he supposed to look over all of it before tomorrow's meeting? Was he really supposed to compose a speech in 10 hours? Having been handed a pile of papers higher than his head after the world meeting had adjourned at 5 had been annoying enough, he knew he wasn't going to be getting any sleep tonight.
As his pen scribbled on the paper, Arthur tried to keep his concentration, and what little morale he had, as he crumpled up more and more paper, and scribbled out more and more words. How exactly was going to do this? Coming up with a perfectly worded speech... Every time he thought he had something, he'd reread it and realise it insulted someone, or that it was going to make someone declare war on someone else. Writing things for addressing the world was so much harder than writing things for congress, he never felt bad about insulting politicians, unless they were good politicians.
Arthur pushed himself away from the wooden desk he was sitting at, secretly enjoying how the rolling chair went back farther than he meant it to. He stood up from the chair, bringing the pen with him tucked behind his ear. Even though he didn't have paper with him he felt like taking the pen along would give him ideas to write down. He headed for the door, perhaps walking around the hotel for a while would help him, perhaps he'd run into someone who could help him- though that was debatable.
A room full of nations was about a productive as a watching grass grow. Even so, Arthur headed out into the hallway, aware that having the pen behind his ear probably made him look like a doctor or something. Momentarily he toyed with the idea of being a normal person, being a doctor, and having a pen behind his head... Then pushed it away. Silly imaginings weren't going to solve anything for him. Might as well give it up before he disappointed himself.
Arthur pressed the button to open the elevator, and crossed his arms as he waited for it to come down from the top floor, where he assumed it had just dropped someone off. He tapped his foot impatiently to some imaginary rhythm. Finally, the elevator reached his floor. He uncrossed his arms, and took a step forward, anticipating an empty elevator.
As his pen scribbled on the paper, Arthur tried to keep his concentration, and what little morale he had, as he crumpled up more and more paper, and scribbled out more and more words. How exactly was going to do this? Coming up with a perfectly worded speech... Every time he thought he had something, he'd reread it and realise it insulted someone, or that it was going to make someone declare war on someone else. Writing things for addressing the world was so much harder than writing things for congress, he never felt bad about insulting politicians, unless they were good politicians.
Arthur pushed himself away from the wooden desk he was sitting at, secretly enjoying how the rolling chair went back farther than he meant it to. He stood up from the chair, bringing the pen with him tucked behind his ear. Even though he didn't have paper with him he felt like taking the pen along would give him ideas to write down. He headed for the door, perhaps walking around the hotel for a while would help him, perhaps he'd run into someone who could help him- though that was debatable.
A room full of nations was about a productive as a watching grass grow. Even so, Arthur headed out into the hallway, aware that having the pen behind his ear probably made him look like a doctor or something. Momentarily he toyed with the idea of being a normal person, being a doctor, and having a pen behind his head... Then pushed it away. Silly imaginings weren't going to solve anything for him. Might as well give it up before he disappointed himself.
Arthur pressed the button to open the elevator, and crossed his arms as he waited for it to come down from the top floor, where he assumed it had just dropped someone off. He tapped his foot impatiently to some imaginary rhythm. Finally, the elevator reached his floor. He uncrossed his arms, and took a step forward, anticipating an empty elevator.
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