Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 0:51:11 GMT -5
IMPORTANT: This is meant to be a sample, a basic sort of guideline for what we're looking for in an application.
I am, by no means, holding everyone to MY standard of writing, be it post length, vocabulary, that sort of thing. I'm an English major, and that's not fair. <3
Character Information
Character name: Arthur Kirkland
Nation: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance
Height: 175cm/5'9"
Hair/eyes: Blond/Green
Notable Features: Prominent eyebrows
Personality:
[Based on player's personal canon of England:]
Arthur is, on the surface, the epitome of cranky old man. He fights with his neighbours, fights with his children, and is every inch the malcontent. However, his personality obviously runs much deeper than that. The way his life has played out has made him jaded and cynical, with a pessimistic view on things, because life has tended to deal him bad hands.
According to the author's notes and wiki page, "Arthur's interests include embroidery, craftsmanship, reading literature, rock music and giving scathing criticisms to Alfred's movies." He is "the king of losing things," and is described as "spacey" because of his belief/interaction in the supernatural. He often has problems expressing his feelings, despite being a romanticist deep down.
Historically, he has an intense rivalry with France, although their relationship could better be described as an 'old married couple.' He has been mentioned to have older brothers, presumably Scotland, Wales, and/or Ireland, who also detest him, going so far as to send him curses in the mail.
He claims to be a gentleman, but has a harsh, foul-mouthed way of speaking. When he drinks, he not only gets drunk very easily, he turns into a bitter, violent delinquent. (Player's personal canon on that involves England's magic causing him to metabolise the alcohol faster, so it gets out of his system faster.)
England's magic is a huge part of his life (it could even be suggested that it is his life). He has come to rely on it in his everyday life, despite it being closely tied to his emotional state. The more emotionally distressed he is, the less control he has over his magic. Very few things in his life have caused him to get completely out-of-whack, the most notable being the Roman invasion of the British Isles and his losing the American Revolutionary War.
Mythology
England is rich in mythology, from the old Gaelic stories to King Arthur. The old Gaelic myths are shared between the Gaelic nations.
Perhaps his most famous stories, though, are those of King Arthur an Excalibur.
Mun knows the basics of these stories, but is currently too tired from cosplay shenanigans to really get into them.
Sample Post
London was filthy once the sun set. Sure, it was dirty in the light, too. But like all large cities, the worst side of it was exposed, like the underside of an old cinderblock being flipped over to reveal the decay and filth beneath it.
Arthur felt he could disappear in this filthy, unseen side of London. It was what he really wanted, to be nothing and no one, to melt into the brickwork and never be seen again.
Bloody comittments.
Stopping to lean against the building corner, Arthur rubbed his eyes fitfully. What time was it anyway...? It was far too dark to see his watch, his mobile had a dead battery, and of course the shittiest part of the city had no public clocks in working order. 'Fuck my life,' he thought to himself, kneading his face with the palms of his hands.
It had been a long time since he'd learned to stop and just listen. Oftentimes, his greatest epiphanies appeared while listening to the wind blow, or the rain fall. Other times, though, all he heard was the sound of his clothes getting soaked, as they were now.
He'd almost reached the crosswalk when the saddest, most pathetic sound reached his ears. It was a sound he could identify with - painful, despondent, as though the whole world were crushing it under its heel. It was the sound of a puppy crying.
Coat flapping in the wind behind him, Arthur turned, kneeling near the building corner, peering down the alleyway as he tried to find the source. The box had an inch and a half of water in by the time he found it in the rain. The mangled remains of a "free to good home" sign wilted pathetically down one side, and the creature inside was a thousand times worse off. It was wet, cold, visibly shaking, and Arthur felt his heart break for the second time that day as he offered a hand to the tiny thing.
Nosing at him, the puppy mewled again before pressing itself against Arthur's warm hand, and despite himself, Arthur smiled a little. There was still unconditional love in the world, it seemed, and maybe if the rain could hide his tears for a little longer, he'd be able to return it.
"C'mon, boy," he murmured, gently picking up the tiny, ragged ball of fur. "Let's go home. Goodness knows I have more than enough room." Fruit-bat ears tickled the underside of his chin before a warm puppy kiss planted itself on his cheek, and Arthur felt himself start to heal a little.
Other Important Notes
I understand that yes, my England more or less deviates from what people see as "normal" for him. Either cry about it, or deal with it. :I
I am, by no means, holding everyone to MY standard of writing, be it post length, vocabulary, that sort of thing. I'm an English major, and that's not fair. <3
Character Information
Character name: Arthur Kirkland
Nation: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance
Height: 175cm/5'9"
Hair/eyes: Blond/Green
Notable Features: Prominent eyebrows
Personality:
[Based on player's personal canon of England:]
Arthur is, on the surface, the epitome of cranky old man. He fights with his neighbours, fights with his children, and is every inch the malcontent. However, his personality obviously runs much deeper than that. The way his life has played out has made him jaded and cynical, with a pessimistic view on things, because life has tended to deal him bad hands.
According to the author's notes and wiki page, "Arthur's interests include embroidery, craftsmanship, reading literature, rock music and giving scathing criticisms to Alfred's movies." He is "the king of losing things," and is described as "spacey" because of his belief/interaction in the supernatural. He often has problems expressing his feelings, despite being a romanticist deep down.
Historically, he has an intense rivalry with France, although their relationship could better be described as an 'old married couple.' He has been mentioned to have older brothers, presumably Scotland, Wales, and/or Ireland, who also detest him, going so far as to send him curses in the mail.
He claims to be a gentleman, but has a harsh, foul-mouthed way of speaking. When he drinks, he not only gets drunk very easily, he turns into a bitter, violent delinquent. (Player's personal canon on that involves England's magic causing him to metabolise the alcohol faster, so it gets out of his system faster.)
England's magic is a huge part of his life (it could even be suggested that it is his life). He has come to rely on it in his everyday life, despite it being closely tied to his emotional state. The more emotionally distressed he is, the less control he has over his magic. Very few things in his life have caused him to get completely out-of-whack, the most notable being the Roman invasion of the British Isles and his losing the American Revolutionary War.
Mythology
England is rich in mythology, from the old Gaelic stories to King Arthur. The old Gaelic myths are shared between the Gaelic nations.
Perhaps his most famous stories, though, are those of King Arthur an Excalibur.
Mun knows the basics of these stories, but is currently too tired from cosplay shenanigans to really get into them.
Sample Post
London was filthy once the sun set. Sure, it was dirty in the light, too. But like all large cities, the worst side of it was exposed, like the underside of an old cinderblock being flipped over to reveal the decay and filth beneath it.
Arthur felt he could disappear in this filthy, unseen side of London. It was what he really wanted, to be nothing and no one, to melt into the brickwork and never be seen again.
Bloody comittments.
Stopping to lean against the building corner, Arthur rubbed his eyes fitfully. What time was it anyway...? It was far too dark to see his watch, his mobile had a dead battery, and of course the shittiest part of the city had no public clocks in working order. 'Fuck my life,' he thought to himself, kneading his face with the palms of his hands.
It had been a long time since he'd learned to stop and just listen. Oftentimes, his greatest epiphanies appeared while listening to the wind blow, or the rain fall. Other times, though, all he heard was the sound of his clothes getting soaked, as they were now.
He'd almost reached the crosswalk when the saddest, most pathetic sound reached his ears. It was a sound he could identify with - painful, despondent, as though the whole world were crushing it under its heel. It was the sound of a puppy crying.
Coat flapping in the wind behind him, Arthur turned, kneeling near the building corner, peering down the alleyway as he tried to find the source. The box had an inch and a half of water in by the time he found it in the rain. The mangled remains of a "free to good home" sign wilted pathetically down one side, and the creature inside was a thousand times worse off. It was wet, cold, visibly shaking, and Arthur felt his heart break for the second time that day as he offered a hand to the tiny thing.
Nosing at him, the puppy mewled again before pressing itself against Arthur's warm hand, and despite himself, Arthur smiled a little. There was still unconditional love in the world, it seemed, and maybe if the rain could hide his tears for a little longer, he'd be able to return it.
"C'mon, boy," he murmured, gently picking up the tiny, ragged ball of fur. "Let's go home. Goodness knows I have more than enough room." Fruit-bat ears tickled the underside of his chin before a warm puppy kiss planted itself on his cheek, and Arthur felt himself start to heal a little.
Other Important Notes
I understand that yes, my England more or less deviates from what people see as "normal" for him. Either cry about it, or deal with it. :I