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OOC Information
Name: Elena
LJ: hihippy
Contact: hellomynameisweird@googlemail.com, Skype: Hihippy
Characters played at Discedo: N/A
IC Information
Name: Arthur Kirkland aka England aka United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present time. (June 2011)
Canon Resource Link: Wiki for the Character., Wiki for England, country.
Personality: Arthur, at first, comes off as a more aloof of characters; he is polite, does not tend to take life too lightly, and is prone to complaints and arguments if provoked in the correct way. To most people he is cynical and has a sharp tongue. However, he believes himself to be a true gentlemen and occasionally can really act so, even though he is prone to swearing quite frequently.
He does hold a more caring and loyal side that doesn't show too often; except in the realms of people (or in some cases, things) that he cares about e.g. Alfred as a child (occasionally in recent times, as much as he might deny it) or his 'friends', which no one can see. He holds a strong belief in magic and can see supernatural creatures that most other nations cannot, thus leaving to people thinkings he's a bit spacey and more than a little weird. He denies all these things and even denies Alfred's existence in aliens, acting remorse to Tony and believing him to just be one big hoax Alfred is trying to play on him for whatever purposes.
When drunk (which can be frequent), Arthur can go from being that of a 'gentlemen' to a downright violent hooligan, more likely from his more deliquent days, of which he spent roaming the seas and terrorising Spain and any countries that dare interefere him.
England is apparently terrible at cooking, according to every other nation's tastes, while he will simply deny the fact and blame on the others that they don't have 'taste'. Unfortunately, bringing Alfred up on his food caused him to have the same 'bland' tastes as the Englishman, which has ruined worldwide cuisine to this day -- much to the remorse of Francis, no doubt.
He owns a renowned world title for 'losing things' and 'having invented everything ever', which both aren't neccessarily true. He is also known to be a bit of a closet pervert. Arthur himself completely denies any point of this whatsoever, adding to the fact that when tending to visit other countries (mainly in the Mediterranean) he causes havoc by getting drunk and vandalising the natives.
While known for being the more pessimistic of the nations, Arthur holds a stubborn determination in him that caused him to surpass all and gain his status as the British Empire. It was also such a determination that got him through two world wars, beating the bombs of the Nazis on his home and himself and upholding a large European invasion on his own, such as with the Armada and Napoleon's attempted invasions.
Arthur holds a mutual frien-enemy ship with France, who he's known for the longest and still denies liking him whatsoever. By accounts of how more of his people visit the Eiffel tower every year than they do Stonehenge, this could be said otherwise. He still hates Francis to some degree, and will always try to avoid any event which includes his presence.
He still has issues being around America at the best of times, and while he does care for the boy deep down in a place where he's scared to look, he will do his best to make point of the fact that since he's obviously made it clear he'd like to be his own country then so he shall and Good Riddance. At least, he likes to think that way. His actions generally let him down an awful lot on that behalf.
However, he generally grew up in forests and woods, so when it comes down to he knows how to look after himself and how to survive, though it's not something he's generally had to worry about much.
His likes include Embroidery, Rock Music, Literature, critisizing people (especially America) and Tea. His dislikes include that of France, anything foreign, France, and people.
He has fears of being alone, though he is very insistent that he doesn't mind it. He also has fears of losing someone he really cares about, especially someone that he assumes he hates or makes out he doesn't care for them.
He has a few weaknesses, one of which are children - which he has an immense soft spot for them. He isn't amazingly good at physical strength. He's average. Also, he's not the best at expressing himself. He can get into a few issues with people and misunderstanding due to the fact he has problems with showing how he truly feels, especially when it comes to love or affection of any sort. His cooking's also not the best.
Powers & Abilities: England once was the superpower of the world, and had control over most of the oceans; this was due to the fact that he was so mehthodical and good at tactics, and organisation. He also is spectucular at sailing, after owning one of the best Navies ever to sail the seas. Due to his younger days amongst the forest and fey, the most common form of killing and hunting back then was by archery - which has given Arthur substantial skill in the practice. Finally, he is one of the more magical nations and holds typical magical powers, such as being able to cast spells and rituals.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? His book of ritual spells (unusuable in this place, assumingly), a small sewing kit (one of those pocket sets).
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample: [Background: This is based on the surrender of France during WWII to the Nazi forces, with Francis visiting Arthur one last time before it all starts]
Okay, that was definitely something that he was not used to seeing from France. In his tipsy state Arthur couldn't quite judge how Francis was going, right up until his head ducked and his shoulders shook - before this was Francis and he'd known him longer than anyone in his existence, except maybe for his brothers.
England's eyes widened a little, but he silently sat there. He shook his head.
"For someone who claims to be the nation of love, you're sure as 'ell bloody bad at showing anything else, frog." He muttered. There was a pause, before Arthur's free hand reached up and a few gloved fingers ran alang France's cheek and rid the tears himself. England suddenly shifted in his chair, stepping back and up. He stumbled a little, but was otherwise fine.
He leant forward, and he gently rest his head forward till it met the Frenchman's. His musky, alcohol-tainted breath was quite evident at this distance, but it didn't recall too much.
Arthur gazed down, staring down at their intertwined hands. He whispered, almost.
"Francis, Francis. We'll get out of this alive. We will. We've both been through so much bloody more than this - you've gone through a revolution, you had to bear the brunt of the first war for christ's sake. We'll both get out of this together. We'll still be alive by the end of it and goddamnit we will." There was a nervous pause, one where Arthur couldn't quite find the words now that he'd started.
"We'll be alive by the end of it - Germany can't get us, won't get us -- we're meant to be the only ones who can truly ruin each other's arses over, remember?" - a nervous chuckle - "Francis, we'll do it. I know you can do it. I'm bloody aware you might be working against me for the rest of the war. I don't bloody care anymore. Francis, stop crying. I'll be okay and you'll be bloody okay and we'll show that bloody kraut who are really the tough ones around here, alright? You've gone through more than any of us lately, Francis. You can get through this and so can I. I have the blessed sea on my side."
He always had. He always, always had.
"I promise I won't go down like the rest of us. I promise then we'll be over hauling your sorry arse out of the gutter too. I fucking promise this to you, Francis."
He hadn't realised that he'd had his eyes closed until he'd opened them.
First Person Sample:
H-Hello? Is anyone there?
[He's awoken to a place not familiar - both in sense and sight and sound. The last thing he remembers is slumping into bed and having a fit of nightmares, and then he woke up into ... well, this. There's a frown as he looks about the place, before slowly backing up against a wall in order to observe the surroundings.]
Oh, now this... this isn't good. Bugger, why can't I feel any energy in me?
[He suddenly pats against his neck to try and check for any bugs or devices, but instead finds the bulk in his jacket pocket. He reaches in and brings out the communicator for a moment, staring at it hard. He turns it sharply around between his fingers, studying the contraption before him.]
Is.. Is this some kind of joke? This doesn't even look like something like this should be invented yet... [He lifts up the note attached, running his fingers under the writing. His frown increases.]
Right, I see...
[He shifts in his position against the wall, his shoulders flattening back against it from where he had been hunched over. He sighed, and pressed a button. He blinked as the screen lit up, and lifts the communicator up a little.]
... You have to be joking...
Hello, is anyone there?
Name: Elena
LJ: hihippy
Contact: hellomynameisweird@googlemail.com, Skype: Hihippy
Characters played at Discedo: N/A
IC Information
Name: Arthur Kirkland aka England aka United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present time. (June 2011)
Canon Resource Link: Wiki for the Character., Wiki for England, country.
Personality: Arthur, at first, comes off as a more aloof of characters; he is polite, does not tend to take life too lightly, and is prone to complaints and arguments if provoked in the correct way. To most people he is cynical and has a sharp tongue. However, he believes himself to be a true gentlemen and occasionally can really act so, even though he is prone to swearing quite frequently.
He does hold a more caring and loyal side that doesn't show too often; except in the realms of people (or in some cases, things) that he cares about e.g. Alfred as a child (occasionally in recent times, as much as he might deny it) or his 'friends', which no one can see. He holds a strong belief in magic and can see supernatural creatures that most other nations cannot, thus leaving to people thinkings he's a bit spacey and more than a little weird. He denies all these things and even denies Alfred's existence in aliens, acting remorse to Tony and believing him to just be one big hoax Alfred is trying to play on him for whatever purposes.
When drunk (which can be frequent), Arthur can go from being that of a 'gentlemen' to a downright violent hooligan, more likely from his more deliquent days, of which he spent roaming the seas and terrorising Spain and any countries that dare interefere him.
England is apparently terrible at cooking, according to every other nation's tastes, while he will simply deny the fact and blame on the others that they don't have 'taste'. Unfortunately, bringing Alfred up on his food caused him to have the same 'bland' tastes as the Englishman, which has ruined worldwide cuisine to this day -- much to the remorse of Francis, no doubt.
He owns a renowned world title for 'losing things' and 'having invented everything ever', which both aren't neccessarily true. He is also known to be a bit of a closet pervert. Arthur himself completely denies any point of this whatsoever, adding to the fact that when tending to visit other countries (mainly in the Mediterranean) he causes havoc by getting drunk and vandalising the natives.
While known for being the more pessimistic of the nations, Arthur holds a stubborn determination in him that caused him to surpass all and gain his status as the British Empire. It was also such a determination that got him through two world wars, beating the bombs of the Nazis on his home and himself and upholding a large European invasion on his own, such as with the Armada and Napoleon's attempted invasions.
Arthur holds a mutual frien-enemy ship with France, who he's known for the longest and still denies liking him whatsoever. By accounts of how more of his people visit the Eiffel tower every year than they do Stonehenge, this could be said otherwise. He still hates Francis to some degree, and will always try to avoid any event which includes his presence.
He still has issues being around America at the best of times, and while he does care for the boy deep down in a place where he's scared to look, he will do his best to make point of the fact that since he's obviously made it clear he'd like to be his own country then so he shall and Good Riddance. At least, he likes to think that way. His actions generally let him down an awful lot on that behalf.
However, he generally grew up in forests and woods, so when it comes down to he knows how to look after himself and how to survive, though it's not something he's generally had to worry about much.
His likes include Embroidery, Rock Music, Literature, critisizing people (especially America) and Tea. His dislikes include that of France, anything foreign, France, and people.
He has fears of being alone, though he is very insistent that he doesn't mind it. He also has fears of losing someone he really cares about, especially someone that he assumes he hates or makes out he doesn't care for them.
He has a few weaknesses, one of which are children - which he has an immense soft spot for them. He isn't amazingly good at physical strength. He's average. Also, he's not the best at expressing himself. He can get into a few issues with people and misunderstanding due to the fact he has problems with showing how he truly feels, especially when it comes to love or affection of any sort. His cooking's also not the best.
Powers & Abilities: England once was the superpower of the world, and had control over most of the oceans; this was due to the fact that he was so mehthodical and good at tactics, and organisation. He also is spectucular at sailing, after owning one of the best Navies ever to sail the seas. Due to his younger days amongst the forest and fey, the most common form of killing and hunting back then was by archery - which has given Arthur substantial skill in the practice. Finally, he is one of the more magical nations and holds typical magical powers, such as being able to cast spells and rituals.
What items will they be bringing with them to Discedo? His book of ritual spells (unusuable in this place, assumingly), a small sewing kit (one of those pocket sets).
Posting Samples
Third-Person Sample: [Background: This is based on the surrender of France during WWII to the Nazi forces, with Francis visiting Arthur one last time before it all starts]
Okay, that was definitely something that he was not used to seeing from France. In his tipsy state Arthur couldn't quite judge how Francis was going, right up until his head ducked and his shoulders shook - before this was Francis and he'd known him longer than anyone in his existence, except maybe for his brothers.
England's eyes widened a little, but he silently sat there. He shook his head.
"For someone who claims to be the nation of love, you're sure as 'ell bloody bad at showing anything else, frog." He muttered. There was a pause, before Arthur's free hand reached up and a few gloved fingers ran alang France's cheek and rid the tears himself. England suddenly shifted in his chair, stepping back and up. He stumbled a little, but was otherwise fine.
He leant forward, and he gently rest his head forward till it met the Frenchman's. His musky, alcohol-tainted breath was quite evident at this distance, but it didn't recall too much.
Arthur gazed down, staring down at their intertwined hands. He whispered, almost.
"Francis, Francis. We'll get out of this alive. We will. We've both been through so much bloody more than this - you've gone through a revolution, you had to bear the brunt of the first war for christ's sake. We'll both get out of this together. We'll still be alive by the end of it and goddamnit we will." There was a nervous pause, one where Arthur couldn't quite find the words now that he'd started.
"We'll be alive by the end of it - Germany can't get us, won't get us -- we're meant to be the only ones who can truly ruin each other's arses over, remember?" - a nervous chuckle - "Francis, we'll do it. I know you can do it. I'm bloody aware you might be working against me for the rest of the war. I don't bloody care anymore. Francis, stop crying. I'll be okay and you'll be bloody okay and we'll show that bloody kraut who are really the tough ones around here, alright? You've gone through more than any of us lately, Francis. You can get through this and so can I. I have the blessed sea on my side."
He always had. He always, always had.
"I promise I won't go down like the rest of us. I promise then we'll be over hauling your sorry arse out of the gutter too. I fucking promise this to you, Francis."
He hadn't realised that he'd had his eyes closed until he'd opened them.
First Person Sample:
H-Hello? Is anyone there?
[He's awoken to a place not familiar - both in sense and sight and sound. The last thing he remembers is slumping into bed and having a fit of nightmares, and then he woke up into ... well, this. There's a frown as he looks about the place, before slowly backing up against a wall in order to observe the surroundings.]
Oh, now this... this isn't good. Bugger, why can't I feel any energy in me?
[He suddenly pats against his neck to try and check for any bugs or devices, but instead finds the bulk in his jacket pocket. He reaches in and brings out the communicator for a moment, staring at it hard. He turns it sharply around between his fingers, studying the contraption before him.]
Is.. Is this some kind of joke? This doesn't even look like something like this should be invented yet... [He lifts up the note attached, running his fingers under the writing. His frown increases.]
Right, I see...
[He shifts in his position against the wall, his shoulders flattening back against it from where he had been hunched over. He sighed, and pressed a button. He blinked as the screen lit up, and lifts the communicator up a little.]
... You have to be joking...
Hello, is anyone there?