Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 9, 2012 12:52:55 GMT -5
Arthur Kirkland
FULL NAME HERE Arthur Kirkland
NICKNAMES Artie, Iggy
GENDER Male
AGE 23
ETHNICITY British English
NATION OF ORIGIN Gallia
WEAPON OF CHOICE Rapier sword
WHAT SHIP ARE THEY ON?[/b] The Ater
WHAT IS THEIR POSITION?[/b] Powder Monkey
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES Books, Tea, Scones, Football/soccer, embroidery, wood crafting, rum
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES bad grammar, anything American, losing, his captain, his siblings, being underestimated
FEARS Defeat: He is quite the competitive man and will hate to lose. Acceptance: His brothers didn't have a favor in him. Driving Arthur away with the arrows and stones, made him fear his brothers and possibly on society which is why he hides his true self from others in the grumpy gentleman he is.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES/HABITS Afternoon tea, sarcasm, critiquing people, always carries a pocket knife with him just incase, witty remarks
GOALS Become the best pirate the world has ever seen. Become the Ruler of the Seven Seas, even if he is just a powder monkey.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION Anything else you want to add about your character? none
OVERALL PERSONALITY Arthur Kirkland is a clever, witty, and grumpy man. He is one to not easily show his true feelings. It is seen as a weakness to him. Only those that are close to him can see his true side. These feelings are blocked off by his grumpy exterior. He is not one to be underestimated. He is intelligent and has the brains to form powerful strategies against enemy lines or enemies of his own on The Ater. When it comes to competition, the British man is quite competitive. Any type of challenge will get him riled up. He hates to lose against anyone. Arthur is a stubborn and persistent man. He isn’t one to follow rules at times, making him quite the rebel. He will get things done his own way at his own pace, know matter how difficult it is. At least he gets the job done, right? That’s all that matters. It will take him awhile for him to agree to any idea besides his own. He always thinks he’s right. People who say otherwise can jump off a cliff. He has high pride for himself and his work which makes him arrogant. What raise his level of pride even more is that he know how attractive he is and can use it to his advantage. He can be mysterious at times and can be hard to tell what he’s thinking. As any other men, he enjoys drinking especially rum. That and also sword fighting helps him relieve his stress from his work as a powder monkey and being under the rule of Bonnefoy as his captain. With Bonnefoy as his captain, he strives to steal that overall title from him, fueling his determination. When he has the chance, he would enjoy to draw his sword against him. Arthur tends to create rivals, like the captain for example. He’s a type man that can hold a grudge for long. When it comes to humor, the Brit uses plenty of sarcasm along with witty remarks to make fun of people. Of course, he’ll get a laugh from it, he is the one that thought of it in the first place. Dreaded feelings of his past can haunt him at times and may cause him to space out a bit and do some critical thinking on that thought. He likes to be alone so he can think, meaning he can get irritated and annoyed very easily, especially if anyone is there to bug him at his chances in drinking his homeland’s favorite drink: Tea.
BACKSTORY/HISTORY Arthur came from a wealthy family of a Tea Exporting Business, the youngest and hated by his siblings. He’s so use to being alone and playing by himself, exploring the world in front of him. Only his loving mother gave him the attention and comfort he needed, even though she was busy with her own personal things. As he was growing up, his siblings would usually push him away and bully him behind their parents’ back by throwing rocks and shooting arrows during archery practice. He then learned that they were just probably jealous of him getting the attention. But, the pain just grew into the idea that his family never cared for him as his parents never once caught his siblings’ evil doings to him. As they come up lies and stories to how Arthur ended up with scratches and sometimes a broken limb to their parents, Arthur eventually learned that no one will believe his side of the story and just played along with the story.
As time past into his teenage years, he became more rebellious, but played the role of a gentleman of the rich family. His mother passed away one his twelfth birthday because of an unknown disease. This impacted him greatly. Into the later teen years, his life became a living hell with his siblings in charge of the business and the mansion. Arthur just couldn’t live in the Kirkland Manor any longer and decided to run away, leaving everything behind, except ‘some’ cash for housing and food. Eventually, he was driven into poverty like the rest of the people and was living in the streets.
At 18, he’s been kicked out of pubs for being just a bit too drunk and couldn’t pay the tip any longer. That’s when he learned about the pirates ravaging the Seas and local pubs. They were recruiting for a ship for...The Ater was it? He was lucky to get accepted, but the position he really despised. A powder monkey? And under the rule of a Frenchman?! Sure Arthur was glad to be a pirate. It fitted him perfectly, but being one of the ship’s dogs? He sworn to himself to defeat the French Frog and claim the title all for himself. He’s more fit for the title. He’s strong, intelligent, and handsome as said by the prostitutes he would stay a night with. It was time for his life to take a twist, start anew.
Arthur Kirkland sighed in relief as he opened the door to his house. “Another long day and a pointless meeting...” He entered and kicked the door shut as he threw his keys into a dish on a near by table and clumsily shrugged of his trench coat. He continued to grumble about the day’s events and the typical people involved. Right now, he could use a cup of late night tea, perhaps even a nice, relaxing, warm bath. He didn’t want to think about pile of papers that mockingly sat on his desk. He lazily dragged his feet into the kitchen to brew up some tea. His patience was rather short, but eventually sunken himself into the black and white text of the newspaper laying on the counter.
“Bloody Americans...Always getting the gold and fame,” he grumbled. “But, no matter! We have a home field advantage! Take that America, you little git!” He chuckled with a smirk marked on his face. Folding up the newspaper and tossing it into the nearby garbage, he began to brew his tea, Earl Grey. Suddenly, Arthur felt something on his head. He paused what he was doing and reach up, feeling something soft. He pick up whatever settled on his head and held it in front of him.
“Evening, flying mint bunny!” Grinning at the sleepy mint-green rabbit with wings, he gently apologized and placed the creature back on his head as the British Gentleman continued making his tea. Arthur was glad to see his life long friend. No one understood the poor man when it came to his imaginary friends. They are the only things that he can comfortably be himself around, and then some. He still wonders why other people cannot see them...
Arthur sipped his tea, the only thing accompanying the ticking of the kitchen’s wall clock. It was late and work needed to be done by tomorrow. He sighed once again, thinking about the work, eyebrows furrowing. “Well, the papers and do themselves...” He stifled a yawn. Putting down his teacup and the saucer, he took a big stretch before heading up the stairs. He lifted the bunny off his head, cradling it in his arms as he head to his bedroom and placed the bunny on its make-shift bed on the closet floor. He smiled at his sleeping friend before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Looking at himself in the mirror of the room, he stared at himself for a bit. Not a single wrinkle on his face. He was a nation after all. At times, he would wonder what it would be like to be a human; to love someone, have a family, and grow old, watching the children grow...Just how old was he now? He lost count. Stripping down to his boxers and throwing the day’s clothes into a laundry basket, he dragged his feet to his bed ad turned himself in to the day, awaiting whatever arrives in the morning.
“Bloody Americans...Always getting the gold and fame,” he grumbled. “But, no matter! We have a home field advantage! Take that America, you little git!” He chuckled with a smirk marked on his face. Folding up the newspaper and tossing it into the nearby garbage, he began to brew his tea, Earl Grey. Suddenly, Arthur felt something on his head. He paused what he was doing and reach up, feeling something soft. He pick up whatever settled on his head and held it in front of him.
“Evening, flying mint bunny!” Grinning at the sleepy mint-green rabbit with wings, he gently apologized and placed the creature back on his head as the British Gentleman continued making his tea. Arthur was glad to see his life long friend. No one understood the poor man when it came to his imaginary friends. They are the only things that he can comfortably be himself around, and then some. He still wonders why other people cannot see them...
Arthur sipped his tea, the only thing accompanying the ticking of the kitchen’s wall clock. It was late and work needed to be done by tomorrow. He sighed once again, thinking about the work, eyebrows furrowing. “Well, the papers and do themselves...” He stifled a yawn. Putting down his teacup and the saucer, he took a big stretch before heading up the stairs. He lifted the bunny off his head, cradling it in his arms as he head to his bedroom and placed the bunny on its make-shift bed on the closet floor. He smiled at his sleeping friend before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Looking at himself in the mirror of the room, he stared at himself for a bit. Not a single wrinkle on his face. He was a nation after all. At times, he would wonder what it would be like to be a human; to love someone, have a family, and grow old, watching the children grow...Just how old was he now? He lost count. Stripping down to his boxers and throwing the day’s clothes into a laundry basket, he dragged his feet to his bed ad turned himself in to the day, awaiting whatever arrives in the morning.
YOUR NAME OR ALIASDaphne is fine or whatever abbreviation you can think of. People call me Iggy since I RP as him. That’s okay, too!
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? Email: d.anonuevo80@yahoo.com or tell the RPer for Sweden to send me a text. I’m in (u.s.a) central time just so you know.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Tori a.k.a Sve/Sweden[/size]