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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 19, 2011 16:00:00 GMT -5
→Now the dark begins to rise, save your breath it's far from over←
☼Nation Name: Prussia
☼Human Name: Gilbert
☼Gender: Male
☼Age: 25
☼Magic choices:
- Main (Explain how your Main magic works and what it is)
- Secondary (Explain how your secondary magic works and what it is.)
→Leave the lost and dead behind, now's your chance to run for cover.←
☼Description:
Prussia is a tall man. While his brother is a few inches taller, the Prussian takes pride in his height. He works out by himself, and trained himself to a fit one hundred sixty pounds. While this weight varies from not only his stress on his body, and when he pushes himself to far, he honestly always tries his best to be fit. His silver hair spikes up in random directions but mostly dashes across his eyes. His eyes are red, and he is usually called albino, but it was only due to his odd nutrition as a child and how he was born. His eyes are usually shining in a predatory way, due to his nature to jump on his prey.
Besides his pale skin, red eyes, and silver hair, his jaw line is also one of his most desirable points. Behind his right and left ear, he has identical scars that reside in his hairline. No one would know about them, unless they were close enough to him. At the base of his neck is another scar from olden times. It isn’t seen unless picking through his hair. On his back, are two scars, symmetrical around his fifth vertebrae. They are dark and usually noticeable when the light hits them right. His arms are mostly unscarred, but he has a few minor scratches here and there. His hands are normally clothed in gloves, due to the many self inflicted injuries when he trains. On his shoulder and neck he has the coat of arms of Prussia, as well as intricate designs and two wings that curl onto his collar bone.
He usually stops the bleeding, but due to his odd body, he sometimes bleeds from smalls wounds, and it takes a while to clot. It happens mostly when he is stressed, and he doesn’t like when it happens. Half the time, he causes himself to bleed. On his left leg is a long scar that goes from his bone to his ankle. It’s paler than the rest, and it is the least noticeable than his other body scars. One of his most notable scars is a iron cross burned into his hip. The scar is on his right hip. All his uniforms are dark blue, and he names them ‘Prussian awesomeness blue’. His brother and him share the similar traits in their uniforms, and he likes it that way. However, his shoes have intricate designs. No, these aren’t design, it happened when he was left alone with a sharpie and he was bored.
On the inside of his uniform, he has a large cross mark. It’s hovers above his heart, so he can always be with it.
☼Special Features: (If you used the picture option, then mention any piercings, tattoos, or scars that are on your character.)
→I don't want to change the world, I just want to leave it colder←
☼Likes:
Gilbird
West
Beer
Fighting
Birds
Music
Invading Vital Regions
Prussian flag.
Nature.
Sweet things
Sour things
Bitter things
Cute things.
His diaries
☼Dislikes:
Nightmares
Russia
Weakness
Talking about his past
People touching his Iron Cross
People trying to hurt his family
People talking meanly or rudely of Old Fritz
When people ignore him
When people talk about Prussia as if it doesn't exist.
Hungary's Frying Pan.
When his cutesyness shines through.
☼Personality:
Personality:
Prussia upfront is a complete narcissist. He stays true to most of the personality, for the fact he repeats how he “awesome” he is. While he does believe himself to a fault, this extensive repeating is a way to convince himself and others that he’s alright, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him otherwise. As a person, he’s smart enough to know that the way he is only what he’s trying to convince himself to be. As a dark individual, he keeps what he can to himself, but knows when the fight needs to be given up. Someone who embodies the saying “Don’t take things at face value.”, Prussia is radically different than what he appears. After all, he’s someone who is Prussia. Prussian values come into his personality whether he likes it or not.
Gilbert as a person, practices many of what he believes to be right, yet most take him at face value and do not realize the strict standard the other holds himself to. In a way, he is like his brother, but not so obviously there. In a way it’s to protect himself, but in another way, it’s to be humble. In a way, he enjoys being a puzzle. He holds himself higher than he should, and hasn’t given up hope that he will regain his nation status. Sadistically, he carves into his own self, what he never will have or be, a complete drunk, or a loose person.
He’s hardworking, whether to see it or not is different subject entirely. The way he speaks doesn’t betray his deeper side because of one of the virtues he was raised with. “Frankness” was one of them, the task of always speaking bluntly and without hesitation. While this can only get him into trouble most of the time, since he obviously has a twisted (And sometimes annoying) way of butting into everything. However, Gilbert isn’t doing this out of trying to annoy others, if anything he doesn’t care what you do, he’ll give you his opinion anyway. “To each their own” is something he lives by at all times if possible. Tolerance.
He holds himself to a higher standard than he does others most of the time, training himself to absolute limits, but not expecting others to do the same. Everything is a test, every glance is a dare for him to let his guard down, every laugh is at his expense. It dares him to get better, it dares him to drive himself, it dares him to stay quiet, it dares him to stay away from his family, it dares what he can push people to believe of his narcissistic exterior. It pushes him to stay alive. Gilbert secretly suspects this drive is the only thing keeping him alive in a way. After all, why was he alive?
Honest is something that contradicts highly with what he’s made himself to be. Many of his virtues rely on his honesty, which isn’t something many people can attest to, for the fact that his exterior is a liar. However if people really look back, and look at him and chip away the exterior, they’ll realize that lying isn’t something he does often, if he does at all. Now hiding things is a different story. Hiding his pain, his feelings, for the better good of others, he does something even if they contradict his values. He hides what he can behind his mask, and besides the small every once and awhile breaks, no one is none the wiser. (That he knows of anyways)
He is a caring person, and helps out with the people who will forget him in due time, the humans that they represent, for the fact he can feel like he isn’t dying. He can feel what he did as a child. He can show what he was raised to be. However in some paranoid way, or even just a sadistic form of pushing away himself from others, this Narcissistic personality had developed. Cutting a little deeper, he’s someone you can always rely on, and he’s always there. Most ignore the fact that the lazy, nothing to care about, oddball albino, is always doing something.
However this drive, holds Gilbert out too far where if no one reaches, they cannot pull him back. A body has limits, even a nation’s body. Prussia seems to either forget, or ignore, his boundaries, but not others, and will push himself, to points where no body should be worked. Gilbird, well trained, takes care of him, even with his small stature, many times helps him stay conscious enough to drink water and food, that he had magically forgot to do. He isn’t sure himself if he’s making himself stronger, or punishing himself for losing his country.
People who inspire his rage is something that should be feared and at all costs avoided. This man isn’t someone who can turn off his rage, it just sits there on that burner for years and years before he does something he will always regret. He would rip someone’s throat out for a tiny comment if they had bullied him enough before. In a way, his sick sense of satisfaction for just. Getting. That. Off. The. Burner. Outweighs the fact that he actually hurt someone and actually could kill someone. It’s such a great relief, that he probably couldn’t care for years later, because of the built up stress. Which he comes across as a murderous barbarian for it, but since he holds it in for so long, he can’t help it.
One of his most noticeable quirks, is the fact he has Gilbird in the first place. (His real name is Fritz) Most don’t give it a thought, but the devotion and responsibility for a animal, and the fact that Gilbird is highly trained and highly intelligent, takes devotion to that animal. Blade, a small calico kitten that came from the mother Shield, a highly intelligent female cat who is not only trained in smarts, but tactical issues, and so is Shadow, the female purebred black German Shepherd. The devotion he has to each and every single one of those animals make them happy. This devotion is looked over as something stupid and simple, yet, is extremely deep. Prussia respects animals for what he believes, they aren’t petty like humans. They are grateful for what they get, or ungrateful. Simple thoughts but complex personalities.
With this, it also shows is extreme weakness for getting attracted and connected with so many people. This deep seeded connection of people is a large weakness for many people, since they aren’t always connected back, yet, he still keeps his heart open knowing he will be hurt again and again. It’s something that keeps people guessing, and what makes him proud.
He’s just that awesome.
☼Strengths:
Drive-
No matter how many times, he is beat down, and ridiculed, he stands proud for Prussia. He is still a country, and he will never fade away. Any time he must call upon this drive, it will answer him back, and he will win. While this is rare, when it is called on, he can be as vicious and bloodthirsty as a monster. He is not fazed easily by war and blood, and fight on par with any nation easily.
Intellect-
He is smart, and while he doesn't show it often, he is wonderful in strategy and knowledgeable in many other subjects. It's his wonderful awesomeness that fuels this great mind. He can read books in little time, and plan strategies in a matter of minutes.
Virtues
Though it seems like Prussia doesn't have many virtues, he does abide by most if not all of them. He is secretly always following them, even if he seems like a idiot with no sense of morality. He is secretly humble, and just acts out, because in his mind, some of his virtues get mixed up.
Loyalty-
One of the most unknown traits of the awesome, is his unwavering loyalty. While this can be a weakness and a strength, he is always standing by his friends. He will lie, and pretend to betray them, if it's for the better good.
Speed-
Prussia can run extremely fast, and can bolt ahead of almost everyone. He is always jumping from place to place, since he loves to feel like he's flying.
☼Weaknesses:
Old Fritz
If this man is brought up in presence of Prussia, he gets extremely depressed. He loved Old Fritz, and he hates when anyone speaks badly about them. He will fly off the handle at even small negative comments about Fritz. He hates when people speak of him in bad ways. He wishes for nothing for Old Fritz to be proud.
Family-
He is extremely attached to his family and friends, and will grow irate and monstrous if his family, especially West is threatened. He is extremely easily angered if anything harms his friends and family. If such a thing would happen, not only would the receiver be in trouble, but he would forsake his own health to just make sure his family is okay.
Nationality-
He is extremely weakened by not having any territory to call his own. Due to this, in physical fights, and anything of the sort, while he can handle himself, he is weakened considerably. He tries his best to not let this bother him, but secretly he wishes that he could be as great as he one was. This not only has physical defects but mental as well. Even though he brags, he is secretly wounded when people mention that he is a former country. He gets extremely depressed, and will sulk away from others.
Birds-
He is quite fond of birds, and does many things that help them. He has a odd way of showing his love for his birds, and the birds show a odd kind of affection back. It is not sure of either Prussia or anyone who knows his fondness of birds, of when it was started. He likes to have a bird close to him at all times. If someone threatens Gilbird or another one of his bird friends, even if he acts like he doesn't care, he is worried sick inside.
His fight-
He will tire himself, to the point of fainting. He is extremely used to fighting and training alone. Since no one will stop him, he gets so tired out that he will faint, and get sick. He sometimes will get so sick, that he 'disappears' from sight, when he actually faints for a long time in a remote area. Gilbird actually helps him survive.
Albinoism-
He's albino, which means his eyes are extremely sensitive to light. He's been known to wear sunglasses even on just mildly sunny days. His skin burns easily, and he's known to catch a simple bug or two, due to his lowered immune system.
☼Fears:
Fear of being alone forever- Athazagoraphobia (The fear of being forgotten or ignored.)
While he likes to be alone, he doesn't wish to be alone forever. He likes to honestly have friends, (Hence Gilbird), but he wishes to be important again. He secretly craves attention, but he squashes this as much as possible, and actually forces himself away from other people, since he hates to be weak. He has always had to depending on himself, he hates to depend on others.
Iron Cross-
His iron cross, is his baby, and he keeps it close at all times. He is attached to cross, and will go into a manic depression if something ever happened to it. It's also a nervous tick, to brush his fingers against it. Only people he trusts to the point of death, does he ever give the chance to even touch the cross. He had a duplicate given to West, because he loves him. The Iron cross in his mindset means his freedom.
Fear of doors (Only in dreams)-
The awesomeness that is Prussia, has a fear of doors, in dreams. If he sees a door in one of his dreams, he freaks out. He will literally be frozen, in fear, and babble everything that comes to mind. No one, knows of this but him, and if he saw the door in real life, he would be a literal mess. It has deep rooted issues from when he was a small country, and a fear of a room. He never figured out what was in the room, but he was punished severely and he then forever had a fear of that door. He doesn't have a fear of doors in general, it's just that one door.
Betrayal/Paranoia
He has a deep seeded fear of betrayal which could be contributed to the fact that every time he makes friends or family, they betray him, or think badly about him. He hates it, and really honestly fears that in the end, everyone will team up against him. And he will die. He was tormented by dreams of the end, so he just deals with the dreams that plague him.
→Light the fuse and burn it up, take the path that leads to nowhere.←
☼Family and Siblings:
Ludwig// Male// Brother// Germany
Gilbird// Yellow Awesomeness bird// ?
Shadow// Black German Shepherd// 6 months old
Blade// Mix kitten// 3 months old
☼History: 200-300 Original History of the character. Please try to think about the original relationships the characters had nation wise, but they are human.
☼Rp Sample:
It was dark outside, stars were shining brightly, the white glow barely giving a flickering candle light glow to the dense forest below. The moon contributed most of the light, even though it was a small sliver in the sky. A silver haired man dashed like a adrenaline high animal through the forest, stumbling occasionally. A closer look at the male, showed his face to be cut up from run away branches. Pale skin shined brightly, giving him a somewhat natural angelic glow, but it was crushed by the blood on his face, and the shining red gems.
The Prussian, was running from everything. Again. He hated running, but what could he do? He had no country, he had no home, Fritz was dead, and no matter how he looked at it, he was pathetic. The former nation grew tired of pretending that he was okay, pretending that he was fine, laughing those statements off. They had no idea what he went through, not one of them, knows what it’s like to be dead. Dead and forever will haunt the ground, until he finally fades away. Who knows when that will be, the Prussian wonders distantly. Another arm goes up to bend back a branch, a paranoid glance at the blurred trees to make sure no one was following. He hated being by himself, but he must endure. Make Old Fritz proud.
A sickening crunch, as the Prussian stopped, threw his fist out and struck a tree branch, in a fluid motion. The former nation didn’t wince, as he felt the bark pierce the thick glove he wore, nor did he wish he didn’t do that. No, he struck with the other fist, towards the abused bark. Then with the other fist, and repeated the process, over and over again. He wanted to be himself, but he couldn’t be. He was awesome, he was better than everyone else. A small pitiful squeak and a small pressure against his head, was the thing that broke him out of beating the tree to death. His bloody hands cupped the flustered chick, as it stared up at him. “I know.” The man whispered. It sounded completely different than his normal boisterous tone, it was more mellow, and quiet. Like a different person. The Gilbird of Awesomeness, squeaked to his best friend, and the Prussian spared a soft smile.
“Thanks little bud. You’re awesome.” He chuckled as the bird fluttered for a second and chirped in appreciation. He gave a glance to the tree, and saw his blood on a few of the renegade bark splinters. Distantly, Gilbert recognized it as oak. He blinked a few times dazedly, before the chick fluttered to land on his head. The chick settled into his silver locks, and the nation chuckled. He stepped to where he could find a good view of the moon, before sitting down on the cold ground. “Finally alone, ‘eh Gilbird?” He asked. The tone of voice was practically pure melancholy. The chick cooed its encouragement, and the silverette silently wondered, why he was here at all.
His home, his land, his life, had been taken away from him. He helped West to take his place. Since everyone knew Prussia was going to fall. No, that wasn’t the reason. Prussia, believed it to be so. No, that would be a lie as well. Prussia convinced himself that he was going to fall. After all, not even his awesomeness could be saved right?
Red eyes reflected the moon, glowing with unshed and suppressed knowledge. He sighed up to the sky, wondering if he was ever going to leave…and finally make a truth out of Prussia was really dead. The nation dropped his head, his broad shoulders shaking. A garbled sound made it out of his lips, before he tilted his head back in loud laughter. However, Gilbird burrowed his feathers in his friends’ hair. He could tell that it was good laughter. It was the laugh of the one who doesn’t have anything left.
A Prussian virtue: He who swears on Prussia's flag has nothing else that belongs to himself. Prussia swore on his flag…every day that he would become a great country. He would, or he would die trying. Because, that’s what a nation was right? The never ending battles, the anger of the people, the despair, have you torn apart from the inside out? Prussia couldn’t ever tell if he truly wanted the nation for himself…or for his never ending loyalty to Old Fritz.
→I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away.←
☼Pairings that you like: Germancest, PruAus
☼Time Zone: GMT -5
☼PM, Email, other contact: PM
→I will not fall, I will not break, I will take your breath away.←
Profile coded by Neko. Lyrics are from the song "I will not bow" by Breaking Benjamin.
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