Post by beilschmidt on Jan 4, 2011 22:43:31 GMT
These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: Kingdom of Prussia
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Profession: A housekeeper (maid) and "professional" blogger on the side.
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance: Gilbert was born an albino, and thus so has white-grey hair which he prefers to keep short but kept unkempt, and red-violet eyes. He's a tall man, around 5'8" roughly, but also very lean. He has a thin waist and slightly round hips which he doesn't seem to notice, along with a large backside. Overall, he is strong enough to hold his own one-on-one, but not to fight off a large crowd. Normally one will spot him in jeans and graphic t-shirts, and perhaps a blazer now and then. For any formal occasion he's invited to, he will wear (though obviously uncomfortable) tuxes.
Personality: Since the day he was born, Gilbert was very loud. Being loud and attentionseeking is the way to get noticed, even if it's not in a positive way. Because of this, Gilbert tends to prefer quiet people over other loud people in order to get noticed. If you really get to know him, you'll figure out he's actually quite good at organizing and cleaning, making his job perfect for him. He also cares deeply for his two pet chicks, one named Gilbird and the other Cheese. The caring also comes in handy when interacting with his younger brother, whom he enjoys treating like one very much. Gilbert also enjoys eating, loving anything from salty and savory to sugary sweet. His gluttony works against him when spending, and isn't very frugal because of it. When he's not chatting to anyone online or outside of the blogging world, he can be found napping or working outside on his small garden.
History: Gilbert was the first son of a wealthy and religious doctor and a sweet but firm teacher. His father worked hard to put Gilbert in the best schools and programs to try and make up for his albino appearance, but Gilbert instead chose to goof-off deciding that if his father didn't love him then, he certainly never would. Since he was smart and very literate (having started keeping journals in his early teens), he managed to get a GED, thus explaining his current profession. He made a few friends in school which he has kept a hold of, and still treasures today. He currently lives in the smaller part of the highlands, having a lower income than his brother and family but is quite content.
Recurring nightmare: The Berlin Wall being put up and being separated from his brother and everyone he cared about.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
- Sleeping. Gilbert enjoys nothing more than a good nap to make all his troubles disappear.
- Eating. Nothing like a good meal on an empty stomach, or a great meal on a half full stomach, to bring a smile to his face.
- Writing. He has the journals and the blog to prove it, but doesn't see it as being a career.
- Gardening. While he may not show it off, he does enjoy making the outside of his house look nice.
- Going out. Just to see things, hang out, or just give himself something to do, Gilbert loves moving and being active.
Dislikes:
- Grumpy people. There's no need to rain on someone's parade just because you're having a bad day, or so he thinks.
- Wasted food. He cringes everytime someone throws away a plate of unfinished food. Why let it go to waste if it's yummy?
- Losing energy. He loves running out and about, so when he loses the ability to do so it makes him angry.
- Insults. He doesn't think it's right when people insult him or his friends for no reason, and it's an instant bad-mood causer.
- Controling people. More than anything, Gilbert hates being manipulated into something he doesn't want to do.
Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
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Roleplay Sample: ((UH. well. I know it's probably not what you would prefer but it's the only thing I could find sobbb orz))
Fritz blinked open his eyes, the first thing greeting him being a white ceiling. He blinked in confusion, not remembering if or when he went to sleep with a roof over his head. The next thing he noticed was that he was in someone's bed, and a nice and comfy bed at that. There was a blanket over him and a pillow under his head, and even though the lights were out he could see the room. This meant it had to be daytime, and that meant he either took a nap sometime in the day earlier or he had slept from night until then. That's when it hit him. The Dutchman sat up quickly, looking down at himself to make sure he was still clothed. He sighed in relief at the sight of them, but then looked over at the door. This was Antonio's house. He was here because... He flushed when he recalled their conversation, stiffening some. Everything flew back to him then, and he felt his face grow a darker shade of red when he realised that Antonio had to carry him here. He watched the door, listening for any sounds of an approaching prescence.
His silent steps made no sound as he trekked up the staircase toward his bedroom. The daunting silence forced his mind to recall memories of the night before. Fritz's face, strained with anger, betrayal, and...guilt was it? Antonio wasn't sure. He wasn't sure of much anymore, not after hearing his lover utter those words that tore through the core of his very being. /I'm sorry/, he had mumbled to the Spaniard, just before drifting off to sleep. Antonio could not make any sense of it. If anyone were to blame for this situation, by all means, it should be himself. Then again, the brunette reasoned to himself, Fritz does have that selfless habit of taking responsibility for everything. Shaking his head in exasperation at the blonde's antics, he let loose a sigh. Suddenly noticing that he had reached his destination, he staired his engraved wooden door down as if it were a foreign and unwanted object. He told himself he shouldn't be nervous to open the door, but he couldn't stop that nagging voice in his head that always voiced his doubts. What if he hates again? What if he only said he didn't just to placate me last night? I bet he'll be cranky... Heaving a deep breath, he unsuccessfully attempted to silence his doubts. Searching for a distraction of any kind, he glanced down at the small tray he was holding. A small bowl of Castillian soup, a glass of water, and various silverware stared back. From the other side of the door, the mattress squeaked suddenly, suggesting a sudden movement. Well, he thought, it's now or never.
Fritz swallowed when Antonio entered the room, not sure what the fluttering in his stomach meant when he saw the Spaniard. His eyes flitted to the tray he was carrying and his gaze grew softer. Antonio didn't have to bring him here, nor did he have to make him something to eat. He looked down into his lap, chewing his bottom lip and searching for something to say. "... Thank you." He offered, feeling entirely awkward, "For bringing me here, that is."
One would think, with the caution Antonio administered at the moment, that his bedroom contained a dangerous, rabid creature whose wrath was stirred by the smallest of movements. Upon entering, he trained his eyes on the fine, golden fibers of the tapestry he brought from the Orient a few centuries back. Out of nowhere, Fritz's voice breaks the silence. Biting his lip in that gesture that meant nervousness, Fritz thanks him, admittedly in an awkward way. He sounds unaccustomed to shaping such words with his mouth, and suddenly Antonio understands that he isn't angry, just confused. "You're welcome, Fritz. It was the least I could do..." after you somehow still accepted me, he wanted to say, but decided against it at the last moment. The tray caught his eye. "Oh! I brought you some food. Sopa Castellano." He walked closer to the bed and set the tray on Fritz's lap, trying to read his expression.
Ah, he thougt to himself, this old soup. Back when he was still the Spanish Netherlands, Fritz had tasted this soup once or twice. He refused to look up and meet Antonio's gaze, fearful he might say something he'd regret later or do something unintelligent. "... I remember." He finally said softly, picking up the spoon on the tray. "You would make it for Emma and I. When we were under your rule."
((if it's not enough or too much then you can let me know ;w;))
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Megan or Meg c:
Timezone: East coast of U.S. Uh. I think it's like 5:00 - or 6:00 - or something.
Any other information: ((Hello! :3 I'm happy to rp with you all <3))
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