Post by prusboi on Jul 26, 2013 13:16:48 GMT
GENERAL
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Age: 24
Nationality: Archadia
Order: Ultima, the High Seraph
Class: Oracle/warrior
Power (For magic users only): Although Gilbert feels much more at ease using his trusty sword than any "magic tricks" as he calls them, he does have some magic at his disposal thanks to his Oracle status. For one, he can create light to blind his enemies and allow himself to cut them open while they're distracted, as well as imbue his sword with holy power for more effective cutting. The latter is especially useful against any unholy beings out there. In addition, he has some healing powers, though he isn't good at using them as they require concentration he doesn't possess; hence he can only heal small cuts and bruises. His own injuries regenerate in time regardless of his own will, however.
LOOKS
Hair: Short, messy hair appearing to be almost white
Eyes: Reddish-purple
Built: Lean, Muscled
Oracle's Sign (For Oracles only): On the left side of his chest, over his heart. He's very proud of it and isn't embarrassed to show it off.
PERSONALITY
To start off with the obvious, Gilbert is very egoistical and self-confident, loving nothing quite like being admired. He’s loud, boisterous, and doesn’t miss a single chance to rub his successes and victories on people’s faces. He’s all grins and laughs most of the time, rarely seeming to take things seriously or accepting defeat without poorly crafted excuses and promises to do better next time. He exaggerates everything good and cool he’s done and downplays whatever faults or difficulties he might face, doing his best to hide that he isn’t quite as awesome as he makes himself out to be. He doesn’t want to show any signs of weakness or negative feelings, and definitely doesn’t want to admit that sometimes, he has to work hard to achieve a goal; saying he actually worked for something would ruin his image as this amazing, cool guy capable of doing everything without even trying.
Unfortunately for him, his ruses are often pretty easy to see through. He might not realize it, but crying over how happy he is to be able to be alone is hardly convincing to anyone but himself for example, and saying he hasn’t worked at all when he’s covered in bruises and dripping sweat everywhere is anything but believable. Gilbert himself doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong with his claims, but then, he admittedly isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. He’s by any means stupid, he’s just not used to lying and has this strange tendency to be rather thickheaded and not notice things around him all the time. His attention span is also very limited, and whenever he gets interested in something, everything else be damned.
What many fail to realize is that Gilbert is a much deeper person than he would initially let on. He’s not just all about being awesome and causing as much trouble as possible. There is another side to the guy, one few people know about. For starters, he is very devoted to his Order and deity. He holds respect for Ultima and is very proud of his old clan even if they’re no longer there. So he believes that, as the last living reminder of what used to be his clan and as the representative of Ultima, he has to keep up appearances and reputation as much as he can. He wants to make his followers proud and like they're in safe hands, and he can’t exactly do that unless he’s constantly at his utmost best. So, in a sense he feels that whenever others praise him, they also praise everything he stands for, everything he represents, everything he’s fought for. He feels like they’re also honoring his deity and those who died for her, and it makes him feel happy.
Gilbert’s past has also made him surprisingly honorable and dutiful, as well as punctual; despite often appearing lazy and tending to freeload off of people whenever he can, he is never late from an appointment. Ever. He might complain and moan that waking up at five AM to attend a training session is ridiculous, but he will be there regardless, most often five minutes earlier. Also, while he does like to break rules especially when he gets bored, he rarely goes against the more serious ones. In that same vein, although he’s prone to teasing people for his own amusement and thinks nothing of even making people feel uncomfortable at times, he knows where to draw the line between harmless fun and bullying.
Speaking of fun, although it's a very important motivator behind many of Gilbert’s actions, it's not so without a reason. See, Gilbert very much fears dying and especially disappearing on duty so that he can’t even be given a proper burial. So, due to his fear, he does his best to enjoy every waking moment he has. He wants to have fun while he’s still alive and thinks that everyone should just enjoy their time and be glad they’re alive while they can. It’s also for that reason he can’t stand watching people wanting to throw their life away. He will get pissy if you say your life is not worth living. Every life is worth living.
Another thing Gilbert fears is to be left completely alone, especially if he’s forced to watch others be happy together without him. Situations like that make him always remember both his fear of dying and his past; the days he spent with his people and friends, all now long-gone. So taking that into account, it only makes sense that he absolutely loves attention. He loves it when people look at him, when they talk to him and even when they talk about him behind his back where he can’t see, just as long as he’s mentioned and remembered. He doesn’t mind if the attention’s negative either, in fact, most of the time people remember bad things longer than the good! He loves hearing people talk or gossip about him, and seeing his name mentioned is one of his biggest sources of joy he has. His loud voice, his sometimes random and overdone actions and his constant teasing of others are all, at least partially, just tools to gain people’s attention as well.
Lastly, despite what some might assume, Prussia isn’t a pervert. Some of his actions might come across as such, but he doesn’t realize it himself and does it all unintentionally. Having grown up with mostly men, he’s also somewhat awkward around women. He’s gotten over it a bit lately, but can still find himself at a loss when surrounded by too many members of the opposite sex. He says they’re difficult to understand.
Likes:
♥ Alcohol | Food || It’s true, Gilbert loves to drink. He believes that whatever troubles people may have can be washed away with a big enough pint. Feeling a little down? Not after this party, baby! Although beer is his absolutely favorite, he loves most of the alcoholic beverages out there, and is always ready to try out new ones.
♥ Attention | Praise || Like mentioned, Gilbert loves it when all eyes are on him, regardless of whether they’re glaring at him or staring in awe. He gets a sort of warm feeling knowing people notice him, and it makes him feel safe; after all, you never know when a mission might kill you, and knowing there are people who’ll at least remember him either for the good or the bad makes him feel more secure.
♥ Pranks | Teasing people || Gilbert loves nothing like spicing up a boring day by bothering his colleagues. He loves to get people flustered or angry, and loves a good chase scene every now and then (long as he doesn’t get caught, of course). Anything to break out of the mundane and ordinary.
♥ Fighting | Strength || Having spent most of his childhood either fighting or preparing to fight, he feels at home whenever he’s risking his life in a battle against someone. He absolutely loves the adrenaline rush he gets, and it always makes him truly feel alive. He’s a sore loser, but actually even worse a winner; he will not live down a victory easily, especially if it’s against someone he doesn’t like (or someone he likes enough to consider them a rival). It’s usually very difficult to get compliments out of the guy, but in case of exceptionally able fighters or particularly strong people, he might make the occasional exception. He does respect strength after all.
♥ Cute | Soft things || An absolute sucker for anything cute, the guy just can’t help himself if he sees something soft and cuddly, and will go out of his way to walk up and pet everything that fits the description. He thinks baby chicks, in particular, are incredibly cute, though for some reason he doesn’t seem to notice his own bird that follows him around…
♥ Surprises || As a fan of spontaneity and change, Gilbert loves surprises! Surprise parties, visitors, or just things taking a turn he didn’t quite expect are all sources of great joy to him. He dislikes being startled though, as he can be quite jumpy when sneaked up on.
♥ Food || Very much a glutton, the guy loves to eat and drink, especially if it’s free! He prefers homemade things to junk food or restaurants, and can be often found lying on people’s couches and showing up on their dinner table uninvited. He will also try out new foods whenever asked, even if he might initially complain and refuse.
♥ Himself || You can’t love others unless you love yourself first, right? Gilbert’s one of those people who can be shamelessly and openly proud of their own achievements. He doesn’t see the point of downplaying your own successes in order to not 'inconvenience someone else', and likes himself just the way he is.
Dislikes:
♠ Losing || Something that everyone undoubtedly hates to a degree, but is an exceptionally hard blow for Gilbert. He doesn't think losing can be an option to him if he wants to keep up Ultima's reputation. He was taught to always win, and it's all he knows. Losing friendly games or the like isn’t all that serious to him, but serious fights are a completely another story.
♠ Getting seriously injured || Gilbert's regenerative powers are a double-edged sword to be sure. Due to them, his injuries heal faster than usual, and despite the many fights he's been in, he has never gotten inflicted with any serious wounds. In that way, he has never gotten used to dealing with extreme amounts of blood loss or pain, and thus fears what might happen should someday need to.
♠Rules | Being restrained || Be it physically or emotionally, Gilbert hates being tied down and his freedom being compromised. He wants to be the one deciding things for himself, and doesn’t like having to follow someone else’s orders. Due to this, he also often dislikes rules. Not all the rules of course, just the ones that get in his way and limit his freedom. Sometimes he will go out of his way to break regulations just to prove that he can. The only ones he doesn't mind following are people who he respects - although people fitting into that category are few and far between.
♠ Losing Face | Being proven wrong || He hates making mistakes, and hates it even more when people point out said mistakes. It hurts his pride and makes him feel like he let those that follow him as well as his deity down. Most of the time his solution to a situation like that is to just ignore all evidence and keep convincing himself (and hoping in vain to convince the others too) that he’s right anyway.
♠ Boredom | Being ignored || Gilbert definitely doesn’t like not having anything to do (unless he’s intentionally loafing around, of course!) and hates waiting with a passion. He can’t sit still for long either, and whenever faced with boredom he tends to start to wander around and start causing trouble. He also hates nothing like being paid no attention to. He doesn’t need constant interaction, but whenever he tries to talk to people, tease them or otherwise interact with them, he will not have someone just walking away from him. It’s boring, it irritates him, and if it goes on long enough, it makes him anxious.
♠ Being scared || Although not a scaredy-cat, it isn’t as difficult to scare the guy as he’d like to think. He feels sort of ashamed by this, and tries to hide it to the best of his ability. Sometimes it works, oftentimes it… doesn’t.
♠ Getting his thunder stolen || As mentioned, he loves attention and hates being ignored. So, whenever someone steps in the scene to steal away all the attention, he gets quite irritated. Rest assured that he will do everything in his power to reclaim his place in the spotlight.
♠ The cold || Warmth is simply better.
Goals:
‼ To make a name for himself || He wants to be world-famous, baby, and he's not going to stop until his name is on every citizens' lips in every single country and village, and until he's got a gazillion followers all recognizing Ultima's - and his - might!
‼ To get himself an apprentice / to get his Order known|| Gilbert loves to teach, and he loves being looked up to, so it goes without saying he'd be thrilled about the possibility to get both. That, and he wants someone to carry on the name of the order of knights he used to belong to. 'Sides, lackeys are fun. They can do the boring stuff for you. In that same vein, he also wants other followers and abhors his order dying out due to a lack of believers.
‼ Live a fun life|| Whoever said being an Oracle and shouldering the trust of a deity had to be boring? Probably some borin' old dude, if any. Gilbert believes in having fun, and considers a day wasted if he hasn't gotten to laugh
HISTORY
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
When Prussia had agreed to keep watch while the rest of his little group slept, he had thought the job couldn’t possibly be that bad. He had fought against that Thing stalking the hallways before, how difficult could it be to just keep the fire burning and stay awake for a handful of hours?
As he had very soon noticed, much more difficult than he could’ve ever imagined; the last flame in the fireplace had died down without much of a struggle ages ago now, and the room, once lit and warm, had grown cold and completely enveloped in darkness. The light Prussia had watched dance on his comrades’ faces had vanished, and now he had no idea where in the room his friends lay. If it weren’t for the occasional sounds of shifting, the murmurs and the rare snores, the Prussian would’ve had no idea where in the room the rest of his group was, or if they were even alive at all. It was funny, before all this he had believed keeping watch would be nothing compared to being out there fighting for your life.
Now?
Now he would’ve preferred just up and fighting that Thing head on. And really, if it weren’t for his injured friends desperately needing the rest, the Prussian would’ve probably busted out of the room to look for the thing ages ago by now. But as things were, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t even sigh out of fear of either waking someone up or luring the creature there. He could only wait and hope to god morning would come soon. Not that… he was sure it was even nighttime now; he had lost track of time such a long time ago now that minutes, hours and seconds all sounded just words to him. Words without meaning or significance.
Prussia stifled yet another sigh.
He was sitting with his back pressed tightly against the wall next to the only door to the room, his shoulders slouched and sleep trying to slither into his mind every time he dared close an eye. The Prussian had attempted to fight this by not even blinking, but constantly keeping his eyes open when he could see nothing but darkness had quickly started to take its toll on him. It had started off with him just feeling a little uncomfortable not knowing his surroundings, and quickly evolved into him losing all sense of direction and distance; every time he would try to walk around a little to clear his mind he’d quickly start to feel like he… wasn’t even sure which way was up and which down anymore. He’d fear, after every single step he took, that he’d either hit a wall or stomp on one of his friends on accident. His steps would gradually grow smaller and less confident, and in the end he’d find himself sitting down again, taking comfort in knowing there was a wall behind his back to give him support.
But even sitting down did not save him from those things.
Every time he opened his eyes, it was only a matter of time before they’d show up. Flashes, glimpses of movement, light and creatures dancing around in his peripheral vision, disappearing the second he tried to focus on any of them. He knew they weren’t real, but the more he tried to ignore them and the more he looked away, the stronger they became. They started off as formless blobs of light, but if he didn’t look at them to chase them away, they took the form of faces, grieving and twisted, laughing, mocking, taunting him to catch them. One time, he could have sworn he heard laughter. It was goddamn creepy, and it made him paranoid, drove him insane and made him doubt everything he heard. A creak somewhere? Was it truly there, or was it just his mind playing games on him? Should he stand up and draw his sword, or save his energy and accept it was just a hallucination? What if it weren’t?
The Prussian believed his mind had never been so full of thoughts, doubt and sounds all at once. He wasn’t sure what was causing all of this, but he guessed it was either the lack of sleep, the darkness or both. He had heard people could see some pretty messed up shit if they didn’t sleep properly in three days. He had no idea how long he had stayed awake, but he bet it was at least four. No, maybe like, six? He refused to believe three days was enough to do him in. He was a soldier. He had stood in the middle of battlegrounds, he had fought with one arm cut open, he had slept in forests and hidden in caves for days, and he had gone without food, drink and sleep so long his feet had stopped feeling. He had fought in snow, rain and sun; darkness alone couldn’t defeat him. This mansion, that Thing, none of that was enough to make him snap. This place was hardly different from the other battlefields he had fought on.
Just then his brother, one of the people sleeping in the confines of darkness let out a small groan in his slumber, and Prussia’s ears instantly perked. He listened, heart racing, ready to jump up and go help West in case his wounds opened up again or a nightmare disturbed his sleep. He waited for a good five minutes, but when he heard nothing more, he allowed himself to relax again, hand still readily gripping at his sword’s hilt. His heartbeat steadied, and Prussia soon found an uncharacteristically dry smile forming on his tired lips.
No, he was wrong. This battlefield was nothing like the ones he had fought on before. Up until now, he had always fought to save nobody but himself and his people. He had had allies in wars, yes, but his battles had been his own – he had fought alone in the end, only cared for himself. But now…
Now he had so many people, so many nations stuck in here with him. He wasn’t fighting alone, he had people he cared for at his side, fighting, risking their lives with him. It was admirable, really, how everyone worked together like that, how everyone put their lives at stake.
And at the same time, it was what made this the most difficult war of all.
That's the last thing Prussia remembered thinking before sleep finally overtook his body and his sword slipped from his grasp, hitting the ground with a loud clank.
OUT OF CHARACTER
Mun's Name/Nickname: You can call me whatever.
Country: That one with all the snow
Skype/E-mail: PM, actually. But you can ask for mah Skype too.
Have you played Final Fantasy 12? Yeah but it was like back in 1500’s idr much stuff.