Post by England on Aug 14, 2010 15:15:39 GMT -5
ARTHUR JAMES KIRKLAND
DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
[/color]DO YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THE,
DEAL THAT I'M MAKING?[/color][/font]
»» I'm bringing, sexy back! Yeah~! <3
I'D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD,[/color]
GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES[/color]
----»» OOC SHIZZ .[/font][/center]
----»» YOUR NAME: Luney-Lunes, Lunes, Lunar Eclipse, Lune.
----»» AGE: 15 1/2.
----»» GENDER: Male.
----»» CONTACT INFORMATION:
MSN - EclipseTate@hotmail.com
----»» HOW YOU FOUND US: I'm one of the Administrators, bby~
----»» ANYTHING ELSE?: Uhwhat is this? ;-;
----»» RP SAMPLE:
Arthur Kirkland paced around his study impatiently, his thick eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set in a grim, low frown. This was a bad situation - he had been guarded by the Guards from the outside, and had thought nothing of the situation. He was inwardly calling himself a stupid idiot for not thinking of this situation earlier and planning for it. If the Guards protected him from the outside in, then how the hell would he get out if he needed to? Sadly, that was what the Briton was trying to figure out by now. His hands were gloved in the black leather gloves of his, clasped behind his back. His figure was hunched over, trying to find a good way to make sense of this, when a thundering crash sounded from the direction of the door. Jumping back, he saw the door he had tried so hard to blockade with his strength - he had done so with the bookcases and tables, but now, it was showing to be not enough as the door and the blockading materials were being shoved back, as slowly and slowly it was being done. Licking his dry lips with a quick dart of his red tongue, the Britishman found himself sweating and nervous clenching and unclenching his fists over and over again, his emerald eyes straying over to the clock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Every time the hand moved, the items were pushed back. And every inch the barricades moved back, his palms grew more and more sweaty. I am not ready for this bloody mess! Why did I deserve this? Dear Elizabeth... His mind cried out to him, and his head agreed. But that kind of offer would make him fall; something he couldn't risk. Some hair plastered to the side of his face because of the sweat he was pouring, and he wiped them back with his gloved hands, biting the bottom of his lips as the door buckled under the strength of the multiple guards being outside of his room.
Taking out his pistol from the bottom belt of his clothing, Arthur cocked it and slammed some ammunition into the hole, making sure to not trip over any items as he backed off to the window. The Guards followed, their eyes red and blank; it scared him to no end to see the empty, bloodthirsty expression on their faces as they lurched in a run to catch him. He let out a small noise of fear, putting the cold metal weapon in front of him, showing it to the monsters that were creeping up to him. And to be honest to Elizabeth, the Britishman was scared out of his wits. The pistol could only last - he would keep on needing more and more ammunitions, and he didn't have the world supply - no one did. He only had the supply of what was in the room he had been locked in only, and that wasn't a lot - just a few bags of spares he had found between bookcases. Arthur Kirkland had never been so happy about his former punk self and how he used to sneak out for some bullets and ammunitions, as much as usually, he hated that factor of himself in his life. It was saving his arse right now, and that was all the Briton could ask and want for. Gulping, he looked a little back, just a little swivel of his head to see the distance between himself and the window, for the calculation. It was then the blonde forgot of a very, very, very important rule when fighting enemies - especially ones who had supernatural strength - do not, under any circumstances, turn your back to the enemy. Not for a fraction of a second.
Too late now, he realized as he gaped in horror up at the ceiling where the Zombies had sprung to - they were kicking the gravity, falling straight on top of him. And Arthur knew, if he didn't move, the inhuman beasts would overtake him right there and now. He hated this dilemma. Oh, how he loathed it so. But he couldn't do anything about that now - he could see that, in slow-motion to the Briton, the bodies were falling. Aiming straight for him. Taking the pistol, he shot once, twice, and thrice, hoping that he had gotten the shots right. The first shot rattled a body of a Guard he had been familiar with right at the cranium, and the body fell onto the floor, lifeless. That was sickening. Sure, the Britishman had been around some gory and bloody times, but... It was someone that he had known before and had trusted in - now it was broken, stepped on, and buried. He couldn't make any choices. He had to get the bloody hell out of there, and alive. Steadying himself by holding onto the window's ledge, Arthur heaved a breath and watched as the second and third bullet buried itself into the target, but not the head. And he knew, if the head wasn't shot, the body would and could still come for him. Taking a few steps back, he warily approached the edge of the window and took four more shots of his precious lifeline, then jumped to the black, cold nighttime air below.
He knew it wasn't a good idea, and he knew that he could have seriously injured himself, but it was the best of what he could do - besides, he couldn't die - he was a nation. And it took more than just a tumble for the nation of Britain to fall. Thankfully, he had fallen on a pretty soft patch of grass, and he could not have been so thankful to the Gardeners whom... Whom had probably fallen to the virus already. Rubbing his ankles, in which he had fallen upon while wincing, he cursed colourfully under his breath and sighed. He had taken care to not get a cut or anything, and even put his collars up to keep the outside air away from himself. Arthur already had it figured out that doing that won't be a hundred percent barrier against the air and the virus along with it, but it was better than nothing, he was sure. Reminding to tell his conscious to calm and keep its cool, he murmured the motto over and over again, clenching his fists and saying he could do it. All that flew out of his lips was a quiet whisper of "Keep your sanity in times of need." That phrase had kept him safe; and why would it take him back, to kill him off now? Cocking his pistol once more, he peeked over a back of a trashcan and made sure that the road was clear. Stepping out from the edge of the shadows, he looked back at the house that was swarming outside and in from the Zombies, and shuddered it a silent, final goodbye. He would never come back. Later, later, centuries later. Decades later. Mayhaps. He just hoped this would be over by then.
"Bloody hell...!" The Briton exclaimed as he looked at the large fencing in front of his eyes, looming, standing and looking as intimidating as could be; siding along with the darkness of the moon rather than with him. Growling a little from the bottom of his throat, he hoisted himself up on a little crevice, then slung one of his legs over, seeing if the coast was clear. No pale bones or bags of bones, neither blood red eyes, he checked, and slung his other leg over, landing at the other side with a soft grunt. He was really straining his ankle, but he had to keep on moving, or he'd be a Zombie with a flash of nothing. His green eyes glittered softly in the dark night, and he crept forward silently, to jump when a owl hoot echoed in the murky black. Hissing, the Britishman urged himself on, his trusty metal weapon in front of him in a defending gesture. Sliding some more ammunition into the place needed, Arthur weighed the amount of bullets left on his person. Not a lot. Bollocks. Swishing and turning around as he took a couple steps, he just didn't want to --
COME ON BABY, COME ON DARLING,
[/color]LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT[/color]
----»» BASIC INFORMATION .[/font][/center]
----»» FULL NAME: Arthur James Kirkland.
----»» NICKNAMES: Oh, God. Artie, Arty, Eyebrows, Tea-bastard, Iggy.
----»» AGE: 20.
----»» GENDER: Male, can't you see!? Honestly, people these days... -muttermutter-
----»» SEXUALITY: ... What is this. I refuse to answer such a rude and disruptive question -- !Bisexual.
----»» CANNON/ORIGINAL: Canon, bby~
OH COME ON ANGEL, COME ON,
[/color]LET'S EXCHANGE THE EXPERIENCE[/color]
----»» PERSONA .[/font][/center]
----»» LIKES: + 5
----»» DISLIKES:
& Idiots, and stupid idiots.
& Shortly put, you.
& Coffee
& Disgusting American Junkfood
- Cola
- French Fries
- Hamburgers
& People with no common sense! -.-
& Losing, losing, losing.
& People who look at his Eyebrows and laugh.
& People who dislike his Cooking.
"T-Those are perfectly black scones! H-How dare you waste them!"
----»»BADHABITS:
& Usually, he's very untalkative, but press his right buttons and he'll flip very, very much and yell at you in anger, for a long, long time!
& Iggy is also a very sore loser, and mumbles and grumbles and sulks around, a lot. He is rarely seen without a scowl or a bad, rainy retort, and it's best to keep away from him at those times!
& When he meets someone, he dislikes them very soon without knowing their full thoughts and such. Obviously, and without key, that is a rather terrible habit. Yet, habits are hard to break!
----»» SECRETS:
& He plays the electric guitar, and he enjoys it, too!
& Iggy denies this, but he's thin because of his delicious cooking. -nodnod-
& England has the ultimate, uber "Magic Book!" -- kidding, but he has some power over Magic and loves to practice.
. . . . . . Just, this time, it got out of hand. . . .
----»» STRENGTHS:
& Making tea~
& Playing his rock guitar and fulling slamming out!
& Reading and Literature; most Schoolworks.
----»» WEAKNESSES:
& Interaction; he can't seem to interact well with others.
& Getting his emotions across; England has the hardest time with showing off his true emotions, and tends to cover that up with the "BAKA!" yelling self.
& Short temper; once Arthur is daunted, he'll keep on blowing those circuit fuses, baby. He won't stop until he gets everything out that he needs to say, then becomes embarrassed and leaves.
YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ME,
[/color]SEE HOW DEEP THE BULLET LIES[/color]
----»» BURIED IN THE PAST .[/font][/center]
----»» NATIONALITY: Proud, proud British~
----»» BIRTHPLACE: London, England.
----»» SIBLINGS:
& Sealand, Peter Kirkland.
& Wales, ------.
& Ireland, ------.
& Scotland, -------.
----»» PETS: Magical creatures~ They're not visible to the eye, but they're there! Especially the pixie on your shoulder~
----»» FULL PERSONALITY:
On the outside, Arthur appears as nothing but a grouchy, irritated old man with lots of snide and cruel comments. And it's not that far from the truth - living for couple of years around harsh situations has toughened up this Englishman. His short temper is evident, able to lose his calm and coolness when flustering or embarrassing situations arise. He is also very opinionated and biased, and when someone disagrees with him, his cold and challenging demeanour is obvious, and that person will be on his bad side for years, due to the fact that he holds many grudges.
Arthur is also very bad at expressing his true feelings, and tries to cover that up with his tsundere and uncaring personality. But this is not because he was originally like so; his brothers, Scotland and Wales, along with Northern Ireland, picked on him when young, which created a little outer shell for him. Because of this, it is hard for him to get used to others and interact with them, and is jealous if he sees someone who is able to interact with others very easily and fluently.
Another way to describe Arthur would be 'spacey', as he is able to interact and contact super-natural animals such as unicorns and talk with faeries and fantasy-related things. In fact, it is easier to feel relaxed and free with these little creatures than with real human, which for others, sounds a bit looney. Due to the fact that he is the only one to be able to view these fantasy creatures, no-one else can understand him and his personality when he talks about them. This leads to him getting frustrated and angered, as he will have no-one challenging his little friends.
But look inside, and it's a totally different person. He is very kind and soft-hearted, but is afraid of the other's reactions of his other side. And the 'isolation and quiet time' is just a facade; as much as silence is golden for him, having others around is very important to him, and he loves friendship - it's just a bit harder for him to show his emotions like so. He's afraid of failing as well, and is worried that others will leave him or take over him, as his brothers have done in the older days. Even though he would never admit it, his allies and friends are very important, and without them, he'd be too lonely.
A very different side of Arthur would be when he is drunk, or invited to a bar. He'd never pass that chance up, and he loves drinking a bit too much. And when he IS drunk, his vocabulary of curses can rival both Pirates and Sailors, but this is explained as when he was younger, he was a Pirate himself. Surprisingly, he also loves little creatures and children, due to the fact that the nymphs and faeries were introduced to him at an young age as well.
Also, this Englishman shows many hatred to the Frenchman, Francis Bonnefoy, as there were many bitter rivalry between them ever since their youth. And when Francis says something, Arthur is prone to disagree with him, going as far as fighting or by physical forces, if necessary. However, he prefers fighting with his words, showing his more cooler and sarcastic demeanour. Arthur wants everything written out, in perfect plan for him, and does not like it when his plans fail or something happens that opposes his.
Deep down of acting extremely tsundere and cold, Arthur is secretly a romanticist. But, as we all know - this is not the time to become one.
BE RUNNING UP THAT ROAD,
[/color]BE RUNNING UP THAT HILL[/color]
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