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Join date : 2012-01-16
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 | Subject: Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) Application  Tue Jan 17, 2012 6:02 pm | |
| ~PRUSSIA~
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Age: 27
Birthday: January 18
Country of Origin: Germany (though he likes to call himself Prussian rather than German)
Floor in the building: 7th floor
How long they've lived in the building: roughly two years
Job: novelist
Powers: zoolingualism (avelingualism, to be specific) and force-field generation
Appearance:
Gilbert never ceases to turn heads whenever he’s out, and it’s pretty easy to spot him in a crowd. This is because while there already aren’t that many albinos in the city, there were none as good-looking as Gilbert (or so he believes). Being an albino, he has practically white complexion (matching his short, unkempt hair), and eyes which are reddish in hue. He stands at 5’9’’ and is physically strong, though with a body type that’s more lean than muscular because of poor nutrition.
Since he spends most of his time alone and indoors, Gilbert never really cared about how he looks, so he usually just wears a wife beater and boxers around the apartment building. (Indecency? What is that?) On times when he goes out for a meeting with his editor or to grab a drink at his usual pub with some friends, he wears a simple t-shirt or dress shirt with jeans. There are a couple of high-end suits gathering dust at the back of his closet. Also, having astigmatism and nearsightedness due to his albinism and all the time he spends in front of a computer screen, Gilbert owns prescription eyeglasses. He doesn’t wear them a lot outside his apartment, deeming them uncool.
Personality:
If Gilbert doesn’t stand out because of his appearance, he’ll certainly get attention because of his attitude. Basically loud, brash, and aggressive, he’s the kind of person one will find joining in on (or starting) a brawl at the pub, spiking the punch at a fancy dinner party, or just making a scene in general.
A born leader, he takes charge whether it’s at his high school volleyball game or the latest, elaborate gift (read: prank) from him and his fellow writers to the Editorial Department of their publishing house. He has this strange charisma which stems from his self-confidence and disregard of fear over stubbornness and pride, making it so that people would usually want to follow him, consequences be damned. (Though they also usually regret doing so afterwards.)
While he may drive off or annoy people with his arrogance and bad manners, he’s actually good at making and keeping friends, being quite loyal and concerned for those he really cares about. He’s not aware of this though, to the point of believing that he’s alone and always talking about how awesome it is to be so. He doesn’t believe in long-term relationships and plans on never getting married.
He is a hard worker, but only with the right motivation and encouragement, otherwise he’d instantly get bored with whatever task he has to accomplish and just spend the day lying in bed. It’s a miracle that he manages to keep up with his manuscript deadlines. Bless his poor editor.
Likes:
* writing - Though he doesn’t remember why he started to do so, he has kept diaries of his daily experiences since he was a cute little kid. He enjoys being able to get his thoughts out on the page with no one judging him or retorting. He enjoys the escape it gives. He enjoys how it puts food on the table.
* cute things - He’s always been fond of cute things to the point of buying anything he deems ‘effin’ adorable’. One of these purchases is the aptly-dubbed Gilbird, a canary which Gilbert bought from a street peddler at some festival a couple of years ago. He cares about the cute, awesome little thing a lot, though he often loses track of him.
* history - He got into it after learning that he is of Prussian descent. It’s the part of his years in mandatory education which he enjoyed the most, so much that he now writes about it in the form of his speculative and alternate history novels.
* beer - He’s German. ‘Nuff said.
* drinking - See above.
* gardening - One of his more obscure interests. He really wants to start working on the dump at that one corner of the apartment building and turn it into an awesome garden. He’ll definitely do it soon. Maybe. Yeah.
* fighting - A certainly unhealthy habit, but having been born with a desire to win and get stronger, nothing gets his juices flowing more than a good tussle.
* being alone - Or so he says.
Dislikes:
* reading - Yes, he is a writer who doesn’t like to read. He just gets so easily bored with it for some inexplicable reason. This makes editing and proofreading his own work pretty troublesome. (Comic books are an exception.)
* cleaning - While he declares himself to be good at it, he’s too impatient to do such tedious work and prefers to just pass on the task to someone else and laze around. Too bad no one can do it for him at his apartment.
* cold weather - He doesn’t know whether it’s because of his albinism, or because he’s Ger--Prussian or whatever, but Gilbert always easily got cold. He doesn’t enjoy being cold.
* dependence - He cut himself off from his family and moved to London on his own, so he has to live up to it. Absolutely no relying on anyone else for living expenses and such; he has to learn to stand on his own two feet.
* feeling lonely - He declares his happiness with being alone quite a lot, but deep, deeeep inside, he wants and needs companionship. He can’t imagine a life without his...friends.
*being useless - He doesn’t want to rely on someone, but he wants to be relied on. He left Germany thinking of himself as nothing but a mooch and a burden to his parents. He definitely doesn’t want that to happen again.
Any other information: Gilbert is awesome-personified. That is all.
History: (may change if a Germany and/or Germania comes along)
Gilbert had a relatively normal and uneventful childhood in Nuremburg. He was raised by Dorota Hafner Beilschmidt (lovely, doting mother) and Konstantin Beilschmidt (slightly workaholic and strict, but loving father). He also had Ludwig--his awkward, adorable brother who was younger by a few years but a lot more mature than Gilbert could ever be. They were far from being an upper class family, but they were closely-knit and happy enough, with Mr. Beilschmidt providing for the family as a businessman for some company whose name was hard to spell and pronounce, and with Mrs. Beilschmidt in charge of internal affairs, i.e. keeping the house clean and cozy as well as making sure the family’s eating the most awesome homemade meals ever.
Gilbert had slacked through primary and secondary school, then headed on to university where, surprisingly, he excelled and proudly earned a bachelor’s degree in history. Aiming to become a historian, he was ready to move on to being a graduate student, though unfortunately he had to put his Masters on hold due to lack of funding, since his father couldn’t afford both his and Ludwig’s tuition.
So Gilbert ended up going through different part-time, practically minimum wage jobs for the next couple of years (because really, what kind of job could a history major get during those times?), while Ludwig went off to a university in another city.
With Ludwig’s absence, Gilbert’s inability to land a good job, and their family’s worsening financial state, the relationship between Gilbert and his parents deteriorated to the point that Gilbert ran away from home with no word to anyone. He took out all of his savings and hopped on the next flight away. Destination: London.
It wasn’t the smartest decision he made, and he spent his first year there barely scraping by in a small, dingy apartment. While it was better than how he’d spent his last few years in Nuremburg, it was lonelier. He had no friends and family, and he missed his brother terribly. He was broke and lonely.
Fortunately, part of that changed after he jokingly submitted a short, historical story he wrote to some publishing company as a last resort. An editor wrote back saying that his work had the potential to be a pretty good seller. Knowing an opportunity when he saw one, Gilbert took hold of it and gladly worked on a manuscript with the editor.
And in a little over six months, The Old King’s Testament by Gilbert Beilschmidt was released as a full-length novel.
Three years later, Gilbert is now 27 years old. He moved out of that little apartment and now lives at a more awesome apartment block with a pool, balconies, and everything. As well as with the awesome Gilbird as his companion. He is a professional writer with a sizable and loyal reader base. He can afford booze for most of the week. Life is going pretty good for him now. (There’s also the matter that he seems to have superpowers now.)
...Though he still misses Ludwig. He wouldn’t really object to seeing his parents either, for the most part.
Details of their powers:
Gilbert’s powers are zoolingualism and force-field generation. Zoolingualism is the ability to communicate with and understand the reactions of animals. Awesome, right? Unfortunately, in Gilbert’s case, the ability is only limited to birds of any species. This is the power he utilizes more, obviously for communicating with Gilbird. He calls it avelingualism.
His second power, force-field generation, is the ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy. It’s a power which seems simple at first, but actually opens up a lot of possibilities for the user. Gilbert would love to explore these possibilities, but the power uses up a lot of his energy with each go, leaving him with not much room for playing around and attempting trials and errors.
RP Sample: (Apologies, for this kinda turned into more of a mini-fic)
“They gave the go-ahead to publish ‘The Old King’s Testament’!”
Once he heard his editor say that through his phone’s receiver, Gilbert was at a loss of what he should do. Part of him wanted to arrogantly mutter a “finally!”, and another part of him wanted to cry in relief. In reality though, he shouted a very loud “danke” before hanging up. He ran out of his little apartment, grinning and shouting happily in German. Who cares if his neighbours thought he finally cracked?
He kept on running towards the main street until he was forced to stop, a gathering of people and a parade blocking his way. As he tried to catch his breath, he wondered what the fuss was about.
Ah, right. It’s the day of the Thames Festival. One of the few times of the year when Londoners could be seen actively mingling and enjoying themselves in a crowd. It made Gilbert’s smile grow, and he was about to join the crowd in watching the passing floats when a peddler partly tucked into a nearby alley caught his eye. Curious, he stepped closer to find out what the guy was selling.
Birds. Cute, little birds of different breeds and colours.
...Why not, Gilbert thought as he stepped forward to take a better look at the birds. They were all adorably tiny and made cute noises, making it difficult for Gilbert to choose just one. That is, until a higher and significantly louder chirping got his attention, bringing his gaze to a yellow bird perched front and center in the bird cage.
Gilbert looked at it, amused and intrigued. He blinked when the peddler wordlessly took the bird out of the cage and handed it to him with a smile. After a moment of looking between the bird and the peddler, Gilbert laughed.
“I’ll take this one then!”
He exchanged the bird with some coins before saying goodbye to the peddler and starting the trek back to his apartment. Having refused a box for the bird, Gilbert kept it in his cupped hands as he introduced himself to it and just rambled on.
“...And your name’ll be...Gilbird! Ja! An awesome name for an awesome little birdie!” The bird seemed happy with that, and it flew out of Gilbert’s hands. For a moment he thought it was going to fly away, but it stopped after landing atop Gilbert’s head.
Gilbert let out another laugh. “Well, fine. But if you dare shit in my awesome hair, I’m throwing you out and disowning you!”
Later, he found bird poop sticking to his fingers as he washed his hair. He snorted, before shaking it off and making a mental note to go out and buy some bird food after his shower.
His book was going to be released, the pub two blocks away was giving out free booze to celebrate the festival, and he got himself a new friend. What’s a bit of bird poop when he’s on effin’ cloud nine?
~OOC~
Name: Reon
Timezone/Country: GMT+8, Philippines
Age: 19
A little about yourself: This is my (hopefully) third time playing Prussia on a forum. I like to think I can do justice to his awesomeness now. You mods already know me and stuff, right? Right?
Anything Else?: PRUSSIAN BLUE (White, actually. It's a colour. Shut up.)
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Berwald Oxenstierna
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| | Subject: Re: Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia) Application Wed Jan 18, 2012 6:06 am | |
| I love your app, of course I wouldn't be able to not accept you! Welcome aboard. | |
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