Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 2, 2011 9:49:05 GMT -5
Name:
Gilbert Beilschmidt
Gender:
100% male
Age:
24
Country:
Prussia
Occupation:
Furniture Designer at the Interior Design department
Personality:
The one thing you should know about Gilbert, is that he loves himself. he has a big ego, and it likes attention. If Gilbert feels like he’s not getting enough love, he won’t hesitate to bother others to get it.
To some people it might seem that Gilbert isn’t motivated to work. This isn’t true however. If he can do something he likes, he’ll have it done in no time. But if it’s something he doesn’t like, he’ll get easily distracted and does it too late, not at all, or screws it up entirely. Not that he would ever admit that he did something wrong though. He’s way to awesome for that.
He can be pretty affectionate if he likes you, and has little respect for someone’s personal space. If he dislikes you, he still doesn’t.
Beside the cheery and obnoxious façade, there is another side to Gilbert though. He is in fact, a very lonely person. That is the main reason he likes to get attention from people, it makes him feel less alone.
Likes:
✓ Being Awesome.
✓ ATTENTION!
✓ His pet bird, Gilbird.
✓ His dog, Berlitz.
✓ His little brother, Ludwig.
✓ Mirrors.
✓ Cute things~.
✓ Beer. Mostly the German brands, to be exact.
Dislikes:
✘ Unawesome things.
✘ Not getting (enough) attention.
✘ Being denied something he wants.
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✘ Too hot weather. Being an albino has several downsides. He can’t be out in the sun for too long when it’s very hot.
✘ Toasters. They’re the spawn of the devil. Don’t ask, it’s a long story.
History:
Gilbert grew up in Germany with his parents and little brother. Gilbert is very fond of his little brother. He sees himself as the ‘awesome big brother’, even though he doesn’t show much responsibility.
He led a rather normal and, in his opinion, boring life. So he saw it up to himself to make said life a little more exciting. The way he chose to do this left him with more enemies than friends.
When they grew older, the family moved over to the United States. Not long after, Gilbert moved out to go live on his own.
His apartment is conveniently located across of one of his co-workers, Arthur. Because Gilbert never really bothers to close the curtains, this can lead to him giving Arthur quite an interesting show sometimes, and vice versa. He shares his apartment with a little bird called Brunnhilde (more commonly referred to as Gilbird), and a Doberman called Berlitz. The dog is one of the three dogs they had when he still lived at home. When he left to go live by himself, he was allowed to take Berlitz with him. Every once in a while he takes Berlitz to go visit Aster and Blackie, so she doesn’t get lonely.
Unlike Berlitz, who he has had for a couple of years already, Gilbird is a rather new addition to their little ‘family’. He got her out of an animal shelter. All her siblings had found a new home already, and she was the only one left. After one look in those little adorable eyes, he just couldn’t leave her. Now she and Gilbert are hardly seen apart. The little bird likes to sit on top of his head, or on his shoulder.
Gilbert owns a yellow Citroën 2CV, which he uses to drive himself around to the places he needs to be. Like work.
Speaking of work, the guy is a furniture designer. His works are a little... unique, for lack of a better word. He uses whatever he feels like at that moment, resulting in rather odd looking furniture sometimes. More often than not, actually.
Roleplay Sample:
(( RP sample taken from Hetalia Another War. ))
When Prussia woke up he was alone. He groaned. Either that had been one hell of a New Year’s party or something really, really wasn’t right. His head hurt like a bitch, so much that it made him clench his eyes tight shut still. He grabbed his head and curled up for a moment. Then he noticed that he was laying on the ground. Not his bedroom floor, or the kitchen, and he hadn’t passed out in some random closet either. No, it was the cold hard ground outside, frozen by the winter temperatures.
He finally opened his eyes and got himself into a sitting position. At what he saw, the look of pain on his face changed into one of utter horror. What, in the name of all that is awesome, happened here?!
His people, West’s people… Their people. Badly wounded and dead, their bodies barely recognizable as humans anymore. This confirmed that his headache was definitely not the worst hangover ever.
He tried to get up, which he surprisingly was able to. Apart from the headache and a few scrapes from when he had fallen, he had stayed pretty much intact. What the hell was going on? Had they been bombed? With all this damage it certainly looked like a very possible opportunity. Though if that had been the case, why was he unharmed? True, he was no ordinary human, but countries normally felt the consequences when something happened to their land and people. The thing was, he no longer had any land. And while he saw West’s people as his own, they really weren’t. Maybe that’s why he had stayed mostly unharmed. West must’ve taken the full blow.
Fuck, West! Prussia looked around, searching for any sign of the blond, but his little brother was nowhere to be seen. Gilbert cursed under his breath. Fuck, no, no, fuck. This couldn’t be happening. He had to find West and make sure that he was okay. But another look around told him that he would have to find out where he was first. The land had become unrecognizable from all the damage. Places in which he would otherwise find his way without a problem now left him with a horrible disorientated feeling. Eventually he settled for walking in one direction and hoping to come across life, or even better, West.
Prussia didn’t know how long he walked, or where he even had ended up. All he knew was that he had to take a break. He had lost all sense of direction and time and walking around aimlessly for what seemed like days didn’t really help. He sat down on a heap of something that may or may not have been a bench sometime. But he didn’t really care. He rested his head in his hands and groaned. The headache had vanished by now, though the thought of West laying somewhere, covered in blood, broken bones, was ever on his mind. It kept getting worse too. Every time he thought about it, he came up with a new horrible injury that his brother might be suffering from. “Scheiße.” He muttered.
Out of Character
[/u][/color][/font][/b][/size]Name/Nickname:
Free, Fork, Gil, Amazing Almighty Creator of Awesome, etc. I don’t really care what you call me, as long as I know you mean me.
Timezone:
GMT +1
Contact information:
PM me for it. Or you can also bug Arty to get it. o uo
Anything else?
No. Now excuse me while I go frolic through that field of tulips over there.[/font][/center][/color]
