Post by prussia on Aug 22, 2012 2:27:28 GMT -5
Gilbert Heinrich Beilschmidt
Name:[/font] [/size][/b][/u] Gilbert Heinrich Beilschmidt[/font]
Nickname:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Gil, That Bastard/Pervert/Creep/Idiot,
Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Penuria [Prussia][/font]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Male[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 23[/font]
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Nobility[/font]
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Rook[/font]
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Platinum blonde[/font]
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Crimson[/font]
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 165lbs[/font]
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 5'9[/font]
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] The most obvious would undoubtedly be the standard albino features of his platinum blond (Silver or white, however you see it) hair and red eyes, which generally make it easy for others who don't know him to assume that he is a cruel, merciless man of little patience, although in a way, still fragile due to his pale complexion. [/font]
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Gilbert's ego is by far his most notable attribute, as not only does he consider himself to be 'the best,' but also will go to great lengths to prove it, appearing to feel a constant need to prove himself in a number of ways, and to compliment himself, referring to himself as "awesome," especially in the presence of those who think otherwise, which could be quite dangerous under certain circumstances. For these reasons, it is undoubtedly fair to say that he is extremely narcissistic. He has been known to torment others by threatening to invade their vital regions, and he's never all that clear on whether he means their land, or something else.
Though he claims that he prefers to be alone on an almost regular basis, those closest to him know that this couldn't be further from the truth. He'll grin when he's sad and hide any negative feelings away until he is ready to burst, which is probably the reason for his quick temper. Although he can quite easily hold a grudge against somebody for years, he can forgive and forget just as quickly, but of course this depends on the situation, making him a rather unpredictable person.
Despite his apparently obnoxious personality, Gilbert is surprisingly loyal to those he cares about, to the extent that he will lay is life down for them without a second thought, just to keep them safe. Of course, he'll tease them to the point where they're about ready to rip their hair out, though he would never have ill-intent behind it. Basically, once he finds someone he cares about, he will latch onto them to the extent that he won't let them out of his sight, which can at times be extremely irritating for the individual concerned. No matter the price, the few loved ones that he has, mean the world to him, hence the fact that he has a complete brother complex.
Much of Gilbert's personality has been shaped by the Prussian Virtues, burned into his long-term memory by his overly pretentious father, and later reinforced after his countless run-ins with the law for a great number of 'minor' offenses. The virtues have conflict, however, with regards to whether he is with friends or enemies. The virtue of humility, for instance, is shown while he fights to succeed, albeit a friendly brawl or otherwise, although is suddenly absent the moment he tastes victory in the air, whereas he then sings his own praises. But yet he is tough on himself, courageous, punctual, and loyal to a fault. He has no difficulty being put in a subordinate role or in the position as a leader, for he is obedient and reliable when he wishes to be, on those select few rare occasions. Yet, he may complain and make a racket over the decision to make sure his voice is heard before he will finally comply, even if he had resorted to comply at the beginning.
When it comes to matters unrelated to conflicts of any shape or form, Gilbert is laid back and a bit of a ruffian. He doesn’t mean to get himself into trouble, but sometimes he simply finds himself in awkward positions or in awkward conversations, to which he panics and even becomes flustered over what to say. When it comes to eloquence, he is sorely lacking. Yes, his heart is usually in the right place and he tries to do or say the right thing to the best of his abilities, but it’s difficult when he often times doesn’t understand just what the situation or other person needs due to being too full of himself to notice the finer details. At the end of the day, his overly narcissistic behavior will surface, making him appear as though he has no concern whatsoever for the feelings of others, always putting himself first, and though this may be true for most, there are those select few who he deems worthy of being treated as a equals, or as equal as he can ever consider them to be. After all, it isn't physically possible to be as 'awesome' as Gilbert Beilschmidt.
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Gilbert was born in Penuria to a former knight and the daughter of a blacksmith. Growing up, he always looked up to his father, listening to stories of his journeys and battles during his time as a knight. His home didn't have much besides the vast woods that surrounded it, which admittedly was probably one of the best places an outgoing, overly excitable boy inspired by his father's occasional stories could go thundering through the woods with a wooden sword and shield in hand that he would more often than not lose on his "awesome quests" alongside a hot-headed boy of a similar age, who would be immediately recognizable by his shoulder-length hair that most considered odd, judging by his gender, however the albino had long since learned that mentioning such peculiarities would result in a kick in the groin, or a smack around the face with a frying pan.
Though he wasn't on the rich side of life he lived comfortably in a small house with his father seemingly constantly out hunting with whoever it was that he went hunting with, though never cared to mention much of anything on the subject to either of his sons, and a mother who was simply out of the picture entirely, having packed off and left for reasons unknown to Gilbert, having been too young at the time to fully understand the situation, thus making it difficult for the family to be fully together. If anything, though, it ensured that from a young age Gilbert was expected to not only take care of himself but also his brother, who was two years his younger. That is, when the boys weren't in the company of their uncle. His childhood heroes were his father and uncle. Frederich had taught Gilbert from a young age and he holds a great deal of respect for the old man. When he is facing some sort of dilemma he will often find himself asking for the old man to watch over him.
Gilbert spent a lot of his young childhood in the company of his uncle Frederich. The man had a very independent and understanding nature that helped Gilbert to keep him out of the worst of trouble while managing to entertain him; something that generally was far easier said than done.
Life seemed for the most part as though it would simply continue as it always had, however a few years or so before he hit puberty, his sparring partner came to a startling realization: That he was, in fact, a she. However he didn't have particularly long to mock her relentlessly before she was whisked away to the castle to become a "lady," a matter which he found (and still finds) absolutely hilarious.
However the hilarity of the situation was short-lived, as a few months afterwards his uncle was sent away to battle, having been a pawn from the age of seventeen. Gilbert and his brother waited expectantly for two years for him to come back, until a messenger claiming to be from the castle brought them back his sword and helmet. Unable to recover from his grief and deep sense of abandonment by his loss, the boy learned over time to hide his unwanted "awesome" emotions behind an over-inflated ego and self-absorbed nature that eventually mutated into the overly narcissistic, headstrong personality of his that you see today, as a result of his inability to deal with his losses in what most would call a "healthy" manner. However, when he reached the age of thirteen, Gilbert against all odds and for reasons seemingly unknown to all, was picked to be trained as a rook. Unable and unwilling to do anything to prevent it, he was forced to come out of his mourning period to focus on his studies, lest he be smacked round the head with a riding crop, or a knight's old, discarded belt.
He began his training as a page, becoming one of the strongest boys of his age. He learned how to read and write, as well as all of that terribly uninteresting theory on battle strategy and tactics that all rooks ought to know, was taught how to behave in a court, (not that he'd use it too often), along with his normal training, learning how to use a sword, spear, and shield. When he was fifteen, he became a squire, helping his assigned knight dress, serving his meals, taking care of his horse, and cleaning his armor and weapons. While doing this he trained more, learning how to handle all the armor and still fight efficiently, and at the age of twenty, he was officially assigned his position in the nobility.
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Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Although Gilbert will often say that he is happy to be alone, he has a fear that people will abandon and forget about him completely. He is constantly striving to be seen and respected because of this fear. That fear also ties in with his father.. Throughout his life, the majority of his memories of his father involved his being told that he wasn't much of anything, too lazy to do anything with his life, and a hopeless case. That he should try to be more life his younger brother. His perfect younger brother. It's a wonder he doesn't harbour resentment words Ludwig, considering.
He has an irrational fear that his brother will also deem him unworthy or will die, just like his uncle did. He knows he needs to get over his undoubtedly idiotic fear of death to truly become strong. But, like everything, this is far easier said than done. [/font]
Roleplay Sample:[/font][/size][/b][/u] He was a general. Gilbert had sat awake for most of the night poring over maps and strageties of how to confront Ludwig. Using his battered up, alcohol stained chair as his fortress, he swivelled back and fourth in it, scribbling fragments of potential dialogue on an old beer mat and draining several more bottles of beer while fiddling with a pack of cards for divination. If he won this game, he would probably be arrested, although this didn't process in his current state, instead focusing on Ludwig and Bri's horrified faces when they woke up to find the entire nation adorned with Prussian eagles. And if he lost, he would say nothing and wait to see what happened, although he hadn't taken much thought to this option, instead focusing on the "awesome" alternative.
As the night grew longer, the albino wrote up more complicated "rules" for himself in an unreadable scrawl, crimson eyes wide with anticipation. If he won but took him longer than two hours, he would drape a countless number of flags around Bri's house as well. If he won and put down the king of hearts first, he would also bore Ludwig to death with a long, rambling speech on "The Mighty Prussia's General Awesomeness," though what he meant by that Gilbert had no idea. With this in mind, he tried out sentences in his head, In between solitaire games and drinking heavily, of course. Somewhere, there were words that would convey his thoughts on the German flag and whatever else he had to moan about while in his current drunken state.
After what seemed to him as a few hours, Gilbert's mind began to wander, quickly losing the will to continue plotting, after all, he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't need a stained beermat to remind him. Now was the time to put his plans to action before the population of Berlin woke to find...absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It was Christmas! They would surely be expecting some form of surprise anyway, what with Finland's obsession with launching presents at unsuspecting children from the safety of a flying sleigh. In comparison, his plans for Christmas morning were far less extreme than the Nordic's, so what did it matter if he decorated the streets of the capital a little? Berlin wouldn't exist without him, after all, and it was high time the people as well as Bri showed some respect to their God, in his opinion.
He was only doing his duty.
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It started as a light throbbing in the darkness. Then, it steadily grew and broke Gilbert from the haze he had been in as he rose from his position on what he assumed to be the floor. It was clear that he was no longer on the side of the road as the sounds of congested traffic no longer reached his ears, though where he was was question entirely. He tried to move his hand to the pain in his side, but was unable to do so. It registered in his mind that something was fastened around his wrist after managing to acknowledge that his hand was unnaturally heavy, although his every limb felt like lead as it was, and that a rounded silver object was dangling from it. Slowly, he to blinked his unfocused, crimson eyes to clear the cloud that was blurring everything into one, and as she did so attempted to piece together what had happened over the past few hours. It didn't seem as though his situation was great, whatever it was.
After a few blinks, he managed to clear his eyes to the extent that he could see the iron bars that stood mere inches away from where he now sat on the hard, concrete floor, and the faint outline of a uniformed man in the distance, although he seemed to e so far away...
Scheiße. What the...oh crap.
His head pounded, was he hallucinating? Groaning, Gilbert raised his hand to rub his surprisingly weary eyes, though froze half way as the soft clinking of metal reached his ears after a few delayed moments, as he attempted to process the handcuff that was clasped around his wrist, biting into his skin uncomfortably, though why the cops had only freed one hand he had no idea. Obviously, they weren't the brightest of people on the force, and with any luck they hadn't met him before, as he had been far from cooperative the past few times he had had a run-in with the law.
His thoughts were immediately scattered around his already groggy head at the sound of a man's voice, although he seemed to be too far away for Gilbert to comprehend absolutely everything that was beng said, although he did pick out the odd word, such as 'breaking and entering,' 'vandalism,' and 'speeding,' which didn't sound too good even to him.
The didn't sound the best; as though he was recovering from a hangover, though considering Ludwig's attitude a cop would most likely rather die than act quite so stupidly, which brought his usual smirk to his aching features, despite his current situation. Having been through the procedure countless times, it was starting to become almost natural to him.
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Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Rae[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 17[/font]
Experience:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 5 years[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Bitch please, I'm awesome[/font]
Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]
