Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 9, 2011 13:25:57 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R
~years ago when I was younger~
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 23
Fairy/Folk Tale/ Fable: Alice in Wonderland
Role: Queen of Hearts
I kinda' liked a girl I knew
Physical Description/Biology:
- Arthur has a slender build and stands at a height of 175 cm, which is relatively tall. He has emerald green eyes and short, wild sandy-blond hair.
- As a queen, he wears a royal red coat and vest, white silk shirt with a ribbon just below the collar, black dress pants and shoes and finally, a crown made of gold and rubies.
- For a more casual look (usually for trips out of the castle), he dresses in a simple combination of silk shirt and dress pants.
Where they reside: The Castle
Personality:
- He comes across to most as dominant, violent, harsh and oppressive. In short, he was a tyrant. He is highly difficult to please and would jump at the smallest mistakes, making it seem like he was trying to rule by creating fear in the people. What the others do not know is that, he is trying far too hard. He was a perfectionist. This usually results in him getting stressed and thus, his foul temper.
- He is highly impatient and intolerant of unnecessary antics.
- He has his calm moments. When he is, he is polite and acts like an absolute gentleman (that he claims he is).
- Although difficult to please, if you did manage to get on his good side, he is tolerable, quite a pleasant person to be honest. In any case, if he likes someone, it would be very obvious even if he keeps denying it.
- He highly values his pride, as such he would often deny things that he deems as 'embarrassing' and would make up poor excuses to try hide it.
Any special traits or habits?:
- Eyebrows: They are rather thick and prominent, and he is rather self-conscious about them. One comment on his eyebrows is probably enough to set him off.
- Pet phrases: The infamous 'Off with your heads!'. That, and along with many others like bloody hell, git, twat, wanker, things of the like. He has, admittedly, quite a potty-mouth.
- Cooking: He enjoys cooking. A lot. And that is a bad thing. A very bad thing.
- Tea: He likes a good cup of tea. And he would normally sip on one to calm his nerves or if he is just simply enjoying the day.
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?:
He would probably wish for companionship. Despite his personality, he is a lonely man who craves for positive attention. Though to be fair, it was because of his personality that drove others away. Not that he would ever realise, or even if he did, admit to it.
~she was mine and we were sweethearts~
Roleplay Sample: 150+ words, please!
England is frustrated. Very frustrated.
I looked up to the pile of paperwork on my table and groaned. There is still a lot more to go. With a sigh, I decided to take a break and leaned back in the armchair. I took the ceramic cup containing the delightful liquid that is tea and began to sip on it, instantly feeling myself beginning to relax until...
"IGGY!!!" America shouted as he came, or rather, burst through the doors. Having caught completely off guarded, I spat out the tea.
That git was laughing.
"You better have a good reason for this, America." I took a short look down at the stain on my shirt before shooting America a death glare, rather displeased with the fact that I now have more work to do when there was already a pile on the table.
He continued to laugh. I stood up and slammed my hands on to the table hard. America immediately ceased his laughter and looked at me with wide eyes. I smirked inwardly, smug that I have created fear in the self-proclaimed hero.
"What is it that you have come for today, Jones?" I asked, feet tapping on the ground signalling my impatience. America, upon hearing the question immediately brightened up and reverted to his normal self. I raised an eyebrow. That can not be good.
"To say hi!" he declared wth a smile. I crossed my arms and looked at him disbelievingly.
"You travelled across The Pond," I took a deep breath. "To say 'hi'?"
America smiled and nodded. "Of course! The role of a hero is to help people in need. And you," He pointed a thumb at me. "Are in dire need of company!"
"And what, exactly are you tryng to say, America?"
"That you are a lonely, stuffy old man?"
"Out."
"But Igggyyyyyyy."
"OUT."
America pouted and used his ultimate last resort on me; the infamous kicked puppy look. I looked away, knowing that I would inevitably give in if I continued to look at that expression. I furrowed my eyebrows. The only reason why that expression ever worked was because it reminded me too much of a younger America.
America walked over so that he was now in my vision, that look still intact.
"S-Sod off, you bugger!"
America did not relent. My eyebrow twitched a little.
"Iggggggyyyyy~~~"
"It's England, you bloody obnoxious, overweight moron!"
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~that was then but then it's true~
Nickname: Crystal/Iggy
Age: 18
Contact Info: crystal.foo@hotmail.sg
~I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts
'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed~
