Post by Prussiakins on Jul 6, 2010 21:10:03 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
My name is PrussianNeko and I am 17 years old. I want to join this site because looked interesting, and the last time I wanted to do a kinda fantasy rp, many of the people were inactive.. I have been roleplaying for 8-10 years, simple things at first, though I started RPing on proboards five years ago and I normally post between the 300 to over a thousand depending on my muse on the subject, so my average would probably be around the 500 word mark. Here is my application:
Character name: Gilbert Weillshimdt [Prussia]
Age: Outward appearnce is 20-23 depending on who's looking.
Appearance:
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.
Personality:
Prussia, seems like a narcissist, and a idiot. He always states that he is ‘Awesome’ and otherwise, but he is mostly modest, and doesn’t take credit when it’s due. While he does think he’s awesome, and he does think that he is one of the best out there…he does have self-loathing traits. He actually hates himself to a extent, and thinks he is weak. While he acts and sometimes believes his act of awesomeness, it was only created for appearances. It’s become his first personality.
He actually is quite opposite from what people think he is. While he was born to fight, he tried to be himself, but he always fought, and hated when people forced him into anything. (Hence all the failed marriage proposals). He thinks he is the best, most of the time, but was always beaten down when he though that, so while he says it on the outside, he most of the times doesn’t believe on the inside. While he says he likes being alone, he actually detests it, but forces himself to endure, to be strong.
Gilbert, surprisingly is loyal and has morals that he sticks to them quite strictly. His friends, and family, he will stick to and take a bullet for. He is surprisingly a person that would find things distinctly off about his closest people and will question it. He is actually very timid when embarrassed, and tries to do his best to squash any ‘cutesy’ side. He is ashamed of his ‘real’ personality, and his scars. He is also ashamed of his past. For example, he actually has a singing voice, but he tries not to use it, due to it being squashed when he was a child.
He is quite smart, and actually good in most subjects, though he doesn’t try anymore. He puts himself down a lot, and usually won’t ask from help. He tries to do everything on his own. In his mind, he needs to be strong, because others will betray him. He is dreamy, and likes to day dream, but his day dreams usually turn dark and he just wants to be alone. He gets extremely upset if people say he’s dead, and will control himself to a extent before storming off and attempting to kill himself through training. He tries his best to control his emotions, but he can’t due to he doesn’t know what he is truly feeling.
The personality he has, attracts birds. I mean A LOT of birds. Gilbird is his best ‘bird’ friend. He actually talks to them, and they listen to him most of the time. They are his friends, and the only people he can trust.
Occupation: ...Mercenary? Weapons, really anything easy to come to him, but always carries his scythe. The scythe is taller than him, a iron cross cut out from the large blade, near the handle. Ribbons are attached to it, blood red, white, and black. Each has a different use. Blood red are usually weights, white is healing magic, and black is offensive magic. While he can't use these often, or even most of the time, they make a good shield, (Since he can partly control ribbons to take in magic attacks, though this is rare and someone will have to heal him later.)
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.
(Uh, well he has fears too, that are in the 'weakness' area...so I just added them. O-O)
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.
Backstory:
When Prussia was just a tiny nation, he wasn't found by humans for the longest time. He was raised by now almost extinct creatures that he seems to have a...well knack for summoning and keeping in the family. These are not 'strange out there creatures' just a silver type of panther feline. Broad and a body of a lion, but quick and and faster than most would think. He has two close family members in this branch. 'Mother' and 'Older Sister'.
His other family is of birdlike ravens, with a affinity for speed, like his feline friends, but with a hint of magic. Not much, since he obviously can't control it. He has 'Father' which he believes was Fritz at a time. Any other family has been rescues along the way, 'Older Sister Wind', 'Cousin Lightning and Thunder (Also Aunty Flame)', 'Cousin Bracken', 'Son Demon (Or water rat.), 'Cousin Knowledge', and probably some assorted family he remembers but doesn't really talk to. He's learned a variety of things from his 'old' family. (Mentioned in Class.)
Prussia was conquered at a very young age, by and became one of the Teutonic Knights. He was of course, trained to be a knight, and any things from his young age was suppressed. In his training, since he was a ‘nation’ he was treated harshly, and the young Prussia didn’t know what to do. He was beaten up, until he learned how, without instruction, how to fight. A assassin, who was frequented when members of the Knights was hired sometimes to train the young nation.
Prussia was afraid of the man, even though he tried to be strong. The man would beat him up, until Prussia managed to do something, then he left the nation in pain. Prussia went without water and food for days, until a woman in the order did something about it. While she couldn’t have his training canceled, she gave him food and water every day while the man kept him locked up in the basement. He was forced into a outfit, and claimed that he was the ‘controlled Prussia’ as they sent him out to fight. He was forced to sometimes fight his own, and he was upset. However it was only one person, and he almost killed him.
When the Thirty years war, happened, Prussia went through many phases, most of them sicknesses from his country being stretched apart. Also, he was affected by the Bubonic plague. Badly. After awhile he got better, and it wasn’t as bad as if it had affected Berlin. During this time, many different changes to the hierarchy went by, and the Prussian wasn’t really apart of it. When he was better, he was then thrust into the War of Austrian Succession. He was older now, and he thought he could handle it. However each time he was hurt or anything, Old Fritz was there to take care of him. Frederick || (The second), helped him out dearly, and almost became fatherly to him.
During his time as a growing nation, Old Fritz was there. He became attached to Fritz closely, and would follow him around like a puppy. Fritz would read to him, and would always teach him something new. Fritz helped him see that he wasn’t just born for war, he was born for knowledge as well. So during the Austrian Succession, he was always studying and learning. Fritz and him would usually always study together, and the nation treated him like a father.
However, when the Seven Years War started, Prussia started to get sick again, and Fritz took that as a sign, that he was loosing. Even with his alliance with England, it was still a struggle. Fritz, still pushed the nation, hoping to get his nation even stronger, however, Prussia was going to do anything, even when it caused himself harm. Prussia knew however that Fritz was going to lead him to great things. In the end, Prussia was a great power again, and he thrived. Seeing what he was doing to the young nation, he promised to live out his life as a peaceful ruler.
When Old Fritz died, Prussia was distraught. However the new successor wasn’t like Fritz, but he wasn’t mean either. When the new successor gained new ground, Prussia was happy and healthy. However, both he knew it wouldn’t last. The went on roaring in the Napoleon wars, and gained new ground. In fact, Prussia thought he was being a pessimist, since everything was going great. After awhile, more successors came, and then the German Wars of unification. Everything was going well for Prussia, until the last successor came, and soured relationships to the point of making almost everyone his enemy.
Thus, the ‘Free State of Prussia’ came around. Everything went downhill from there. He lost to Poland several times, and soon, even with great governing, Hitler took over Prussia. The Allied Control Council then announced that Prussia was dissolved.
Sample Post:
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.
(*totally doesn't know if she did this right* I'm supposed to add his 'nation' and 'non nation history' right?)
