Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 2, 2011 21:51:00 GMT
These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate
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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared
Disappeared
Country: England
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Profession: Writer and journalist
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander
All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange
All the family look so strange
Appearance: The first thing you’ll notice about Arthur are his abnormally large eyebrows. The second is the pair of shockingly green eyes beneath them. He was a chubby child who grew into a gangly teenager, and his body still seems a little out of sorts with long legs, arms and fingers but broad shoulders. He’s of average height, but thin. Although he has muscle (particularly over his shoulders and legs), it’s not the bulk of a body builder but the slight strength of a runner.
He’s rarely seen without a scowl on his face, but when he does smile it lights it up, and he can be quite handsome. He still has a bit of puppy fat over his cheekbones, keeping them from being too sharp, but his lips are thin, and his nose and chin are sharp. His golden blonde hair is an untamable mess, generally kept short enough to stay out of his eyes and just left to run riot.
Arthur usually dresses smartly out of the house, in dress trousers, button up shirts and often a vest top or v-neck jumper. However, alone or when on one of his jaunts he’ll dress to his body type in figure hugging skinny jeans, slim fit t-shirts, and heavy boots.
Personality: There is nothing that Arthur doesn’t like to complain about. From the weather to kids these days, he has the attitude of an old man and quite frankly doesn’t care. He’s grumpy at the best of times, violent when not, and swears like a sailor. However, he is also fiercely loyal and very over protective. He’s a private man, and likes to keep himself to himself, as well as neat and he likes to keep his life structured and things in good order. His determination has got him through many rough spots, and helped him as a journalist: his dogged determination is very difficult to escape when he wants to find something out. Despite all of this, he considers himself a gentleman and even to those he hates will try and be polite.
He has always known that he wanted to be a writer, his head full of stories and tales. He’s a bit of a bookworm, always in the library, and always constructing some sort of story. There is a sweeter side of his nature that comes out around small children, and he is very good with them. As a child he was called over imaginative, and he had several imaginary friends, or at least friends that his friends couldn’t see. He can’t see them any more, but remembers them so clearly…
There is also a hidden side to Arthur. He was a rebellious teenager, and one day his attempts to escape led him to the Lowerlands. There, he ended up in a club, and he had never seen or felt anything like it. Although he returned in the end, he quickly realised that the clubs of the Highlands are nothing like those in the Lowlands, and returns as often as he can. He also likes to partake in some of the more… unusual activities of the night, and he is no stranger to sex and drugs and rock and roll. He has a cigarette habit which he makes no attempts to keep hidden, and a drink one that he does at least mostly keep private, or anonymous which he considers as good as.
History: Arthur was born into a large family, the son of a politician and a model/actress. She, however, was not his father’s wife, but she shortly after he was born in mysterious circumstances, so Arthur ended up living with his father and his family. He never got along with his brothers, an interloper and different yet at the same time the same as them.
He grew up cold and distant, and although his marks in school were always remarkably good, nothing he did ever seemed good enough to earn his father’s affection. As soon as he was old enough, Arthur left home, and rich from his inheritance, set about making a name for himself. It didn’t take him long to get an agent, swiftly followed by his first published novel. Out of that he got a column in the big broadsheet of Solus, which he uses as a source of steady income while he writes his books.
Recurring nightmare: 1066 – when King Harold was killed by the Norman William the Conqueror and England became French.
The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change
Is this accelerating rate of change
Likes:
Tea Perhaps too much, as he can get through five or six cups in a morning.
Stories As an imaginative boy, Arthur loves to see what other people can come up with too.
Young Children Entirely innocently – Arthur just gets on with them better than even adults of his own age.
Rock and roll And everything that goes with it.
A Quiet Afternoon When all’s said and done, what Arthur loves most is to curl up by himself and read undisturbed.
Dislikes:
Teenagers Even when this included himself.
Forced Contact Arthur prefers to keep himself to himself and would rather stay away from most people.
Loud People Unless singing in a rock band or in an emergency there is no need to shout.
Shopping Even food shopping is a drag for Arthur, and he puts it off as long as possible.
Writer's Block Even though he doesn't like to admit it, it does strike him occasionally.
Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground
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Roleplay Sample: Arthur snorted as the frog spoke, his lips twitching. “Bloody frog’s a real frog now.” He muttered, taking a swig of his beer.
Alfred laughed and hugged Arthur to himself. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?”
“Oh hell yes.” Arthur’s eyes were still on the film, watching Tiana throw things at Naveen, thinking that perhaps Alfred had been right about enjoying this film more than he thought. There was a dangerous spark in his eyes that worried Alfred a little, but he guessed that Arthur was just imagining hurling books at Francis.
“And you’d be a little bunny. My snuggle bunny.” He said, to distract him, hugging Arthur in.
Struggling a little, Arthur smacked Alfred’s leg. “How many times do I have to tell you I am not your snuggle bunny!”
Alfred snickered and hugged Arthur in closer, quirking one eyebrow at their close position.
“I’m not!”
“You’d be cute with bunny ears. Long and fluffy. And a little bunny tail.” Alfred grinned winningly.
Snorting at that, Arthur shook his head. “Would not.”
“Of course you would!”
“You’re bloody weird, Alfred, you know that? All right then. What would you be?”
“I’d be an awesome wolf obviously! Strong and dangerous~!”
“More like a stupid puppy. A Labrador or something.” Arthur chuckled despite himself.
Alfred pouted a bit. “I’m not stupid!”
“But you are a puppy.” Huffing, Alfred looked away. “With a big waggy tail, a loyal idiot always needy for attention and love, and always eating.” Arthur snickered, and Alfred pouted even more. “You’d be cute like that.”
“Really?” Alfred looked up finally, eyes wide.
“Mmhmm.” Arthur looked away, avoiding committal.
Grinning in satisfaction, Alfred snuggled in, and for a while was quiet, just watching the film. But then, suddenly, he said, “what would everyone else be?”
“What?”
“What would everyone else be?” Alfred asked, looking up at him. “What animal?”
Arthur frowned, trying to think. “Fritz could be a hedgehog.” He said, lips twitching again.
Alfred laughed aloud. “Yes! And, um… Feliciano could be a mouse! Or a squirrel.”
Smiling properly now, Arthur leant into Alfred, still thinking it over. “Mm… Your brother could be a mouse.”
“Or a polar bear.” Alfred said, nodding. “And Ivan could be a grizzly bear.”
“Yes! And Yao would be a panda…”
***
Arthur slid out from underneath Alfred’s warm body, and laid him back onto the sofa. Kissing his brow, he stroked his hair, and then pulled a blanket over him. Straightening up, he finished his can, and left it on the coffee table, before padding away, down to his kitchen, and then through the door that led down to his basement. He hummed under his breath as he padded down the stairs. Making the frog a frog. He couldn’t deny that he hadn’t thought about it before. Ah, if only he could see the git’s face when he woke! But the idea of applying the same spell to everyone else… now that was a new one. He could just imagine how cute they would all look!
Still humming to himself, he began to set up the spell, pausing half way through to wander back upstairs and grab another beer. But remembering last time (and being slightly less drunk), he paused before he cast it, checking the runes that he’d laid out in the circle, before nodding proudly and lighting the candles. Yes. This should work perfectly.
It was just a pity that he was too drunk to think why that was a bad thing.
Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them and started to read from the book in front of him. Following the difficult language with practised ease, he was fortunate that the beers didn’t affect his speech. He accepted the flow of magic as it surrounded him and gathered around him, and let it trail away, flowing out to find its intended targets.
And finally, the spell took him too, as the words trailed off to the end. A glowing light filled the room, as Arthur’s eyes drifted close, and as he sunk to the ground, long, golden rabbit ears grew from his head, his body shrinking a little within his close, and under his trousers, a rabbit tail appearing.
Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown
Slipping into the unknown
Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Gil
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