Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 9, 2012 21:22:40 GMT -5
IC
Character Name: Arthur Kirkland
Nationality: British
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 7
Age: 24
Education: Attended King’s College London with an incomplete major in English Literature.
Occupation: Librarian.
Family: (PM or happy to discuss in the cbox)
Hometown: London, England
Starting Town: Dublin
Brief History: There is nothing of particular interest to note about Arthur’s childhood in London. His family had survived on a generous income between both of his working parents and until university there was no need for him to have even a part time job. It became quickly apparent to those that knew the family that young Arthur had inherited his father’s intelligence (and eyebrows) as an English professor and his mother’s sharp, Journalistic tongue. His inquiring mind meant he was devoted to his studies (maths doesn’t count), however he made enemies on more than one occasion because of this, often labelled ‘teacher’s pet’ by his class mates. He had been one of those kids that stick their hand up and remind the teacher that they forgot to collect the assignment for the week. In summary: he hadn’t been very popular.
To make up for his lacking friendships he’d escape into fiction, indulging in fantasy novels and writing his own. For a bright boy he remained convinced into his early teens that magical creatures could exist and did in this realm and it didn’t help that his mother fuelled these fantasies with words of encouragement and a cauldron for Christmas. One of his most treasured belongings is his autographed Lord Of the Rings series by Tolkien himself which his mum would read to him almost every night.
With both loving parents and private school education there was little the Brit could do to steer off the path to a steady career after his acceptance at King’s College London. It was the death of his mother during his second year at KCL that turned him from his studies and instead to drinking, drugs and gambling. These quickly became his favourite pass times and by the end of his second semester he had failed all of his classes. He started hanging around with the very people his parents would try to hide from him as a child and as a result cut off most of his family connections.
It wasn’t until the age of twenty-two when he found himself in serious debt with serious people that he was forced to (despite obnoxious levels of pride) grovel at his father’s feet for a second chance. His debt was cleared by the same man he shunned for almost a year under the condition that he pay him back to the last pound. Fortunately, it hadn’t been hard for him to get a job at his local library having spent every weekend in there as a boy; some of the staff had been there long enough that they could remember his first day of kindergarten. Sometimes he’d even helped them shelve or sort books. It was the perfect full time gig for him, leaving plenty of time in the evening and during quieter hours to read or write.
Despite his bitter situation he honestly thinks he’s lucky to have landed where he has and he hopes that with good luck and lots of research he’ll publish his first book by the end of the year.
Personality: As a general rule, Arthur will speak in a rather bored sounding upper-class drawl to anyone upon first meeting them. He is a self-proclaimed gentleman now that his days of piercings and eyeliner are behind him, although he is easily irritated and in more recent years hasn’t bothered to sugar coat criticisms to anyone who tests his limited patience. And when it comes to his patience he’s generally better at dealing with young children and the elderly, having very little reserved for teenagers or people who put the books back in the wrong spot.
He may have dropped some of his more questionable hobbies but finds that on a Friday night there is no better way to unwind than with a drink or two…. Or six if it has been a particularly bad week. At times he can be rather awkward and reserved when meeting new people as he is not the most open person and often his nights at the bar are when he’s the most relaxed if not a little rowdy.
Arthur can be quite pleasant company when he warms up to an individual and his favourite pass times are walking, reading and cooking (although he’s not often complimented on the last of these). It’s not entirely difficult for him to make friends so long as he doesn’t find the other arrogant or egotistical, he sees these qualities as almost unbearable. Still, no matter how close he may get to someone he will bristle in embarrassment when it appears as though he truly cares for them or goes out of the way for their sake, often spouting the phrase “I’m not doing this for /you/!”. He is also easily flustered, be it receiving a gift or a compliment about his hair, either flushing a brilliant red or spluttering some sort of arrogant comment in response.
His ambitions when he has them can consume his thoughts and make it hard for him to concentrate on little else. He can be a perfectionist at inconvenient times but prides himself in this perfection as well as his intelligence and abilities.
Appearance: Arthur’s stature is fairly short, standing at just under 5’8’, a height he’d reached by the age of fifteen and never surpassed. As far as muscle mass goes he is severely lacking and has no intentions of doing any sort of physical activity to change this fact although his appreciation of walking and his work which keeps him on his feet leave him not entirely unfit. Even with his slender build he is not often labelled as ‘lanky’ due to his height and by no means denies himself of the excellence of British cuisine.
His hair is an untidy, unremarkable sandy blonde shade with different tones of colour depending on the season and his exposure to sunlight. The light colour of his hair does little to compliment his fair complexion, something he has consciously tried to darken but between his work and the constantly poor weather in his country he has had little luck. His eyes are one of the most incredible shades of smooth emerald and could possibly be considered his most beautiful feature were they not dominated by abnormally thick brows which grow back as quickly as he tries to control them.
His default expression is a small frown with slightly drawn brows that can look quite disapproving or critical at times when his mind might be elsewhere. His face in general can be very expressive when not in default and has a tendency to flush to a deep red when very emotional (it hardly matters what emotion it is).
Arthur has six piercings in his left ear and four in his right although his days of wearing jewellery are behind him. As a side note, he only remembers getting two of those piercings.
Fashion Style: In his off years Arthur discovered a love of ripped jeans and pleather jackets. He embraced his inner punk and often didn’t bother changing his shirt after waking up (although he always swapped boxers, because that’s just repulsive). He would wear tight pants and leather boots which he honestly couldn’t afford to have with his university budget and gambling tendencies. Long necklaces, collars and studs became his best friends, whether it have been for attention or rebellion against his upbringing he wore these clothes with arrogant pride.
His clothes now are fairly casual although living in London means that he often will dress warmly with two or three layers and a scarf (which he hand knits himself by the way~).
In his profession he is required to dress in a proper manner which he never disputes, meaning he will wear a sweater vest and tie happily. Sometimes if he's feeling especially naughty he will leave the top button undone~.
Goals: He tells himself that he’d love to finish university but after finally repaying his debts and in a content financial state it’s looking more and more unlikely that he’ll go back. His goal at the moment is to finish his novel which he’s been working on for two years. It would be done already if he wasn’t a perfectionist.
Secret: He has a tattoo of a guitar on his right shoulder blade which he is secretly fond of and a unicorn on his upper arm which, lovely as it is, he will cover at all costs. He doesn't remember getting either of these(This should go in appearance but it seems more appropriate in this section). He needs glasses, not desperately but definitely for reading, however he can't stand wearing them and after a few not so nice experiences with contacts won't put those in.
Other: His first draft of his novel (which he won't let anyone read) was finished in his first year of college but mysteriously disappeared one drunken night in second year. He is gay and has known so since he was a child although he's not particularly open to this topic.
RP Sample: 250+ words, please.
Yet another of Arthur’s favourite customers stood in front of the counter, a young man swaying with his head lowered and eyes barely slits as he tried to keep himself awake. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He told him as politely as he could manage it, although his tone was wasted on the drunkard who the Brit was honestly rather envious of at this point. What he wouldn’t give to be drinking at two in the afternoon…
When he man didn’t respond to his request the manager shot him a horrified look. “Arthur get him out. He’s going to be sick.” She said, obviously mortified by this realisation. Wordlessly the Brit came to the front of the counter and rested a hand on his shoulder, unfortunately used to these situations.
“Alright, you’re society’s problem now.” He stated more to himself than the man, guiding him to the door with one hand grasping the back of his shirt. Clearly he was beyond drunk at this point, alcohol probably not the only substance in his system but he found he couldn’t care less. “Out you go.” He pushed him as far as the door before dusting his hands on his shirt with his back turned to the man who decided to stumble back half a step and empty the entire contents of his stomach in the doorway.
Arthur froze mid-step as did the entire first floor of the library, all eyes watching as the drunkard stumbled to the side and back onto the street. “You prat…” He seethed as the man stumbled back once again into the doorway, not minding that his feet sloshed in his own bile. His manager looked horrified, turning green herself leaving no question about who out of the two of them would be cleaning the mess. But first things first, he marched to the door (stepping over the puddle of course), glaring sharply at the man who this time he simply pushed out the door and to the left where anyone inside wouldn’t witness him quite literally kick the man back onto the streets, towards the pub he’d just come from.
He honestly hated people…
OOC
Name: Alix
Age: 18, (25/2/1994)
Contact Info: Deviant art: Alice-of--Spades
Website: Add me on facebook? Alix McClellan
Ai, ai, ai
Wanna roll with the wind
Bringing distance to everything
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Character Name: Arthur Kirkland
Nationality: British
Gender: Male
Birthday: September 7
Age: 24
Education: Attended King’s College London with an incomplete major in English Literature.
Occupation: Librarian.
Family: (PM or happy to discuss in the cbox)
Hometown: London, England
Starting Town: Dublin
Brief History: There is nothing of particular interest to note about Arthur’s childhood in London. His family had survived on a generous income between both of his working parents and until university there was no need for him to have even a part time job. It became quickly apparent to those that knew the family that young Arthur had inherited his father’s intelligence (and eyebrows) as an English professor and his mother’s sharp, Journalistic tongue. His inquiring mind meant he was devoted to his studies (maths doesn’t count), however he made enemies on more than one occasion because of this, often labelled ‘teacher’s pet’ by his class mates. He had been one of those kids that stick their hand up and remind the teacher that they forgot to collect the assignment for the week. In summary: he hadn’t been very popular.
To make up for his lacking friendships he’d escape into fiction, indulging in fantasy novels and writing his own. For a bright boy he remained convinced into his early teens that magical creatures could exist and did in this realm and it didn’t help that his mother fuelled these fantasies with words of encouragement and a cauldron for Christmas. One of his most treasured belongings is his autographed Lord Of the Rings series by Tolkien himself which his mum would read to him almost every night.
With both loving parents and private school education there was little the Brit could do to steer off the path to a steady career after his acceptance at King’s College London. It was the death of his mother during his second year at KCL that turned him from his studies and instead to drinking, drugs and gambling. These quickly became his favourite pass times and by the end of his second semester he had failed all of his classes. He started hanging around with the very people his parents would try to hide from him as a child and as a result cut off most of his family connections.
It wasn’t until the age of twenty-two when he found himself in serious debt with serious people that he was forced to (despite obnoxious levels of pride) grovel at his father’s feet for a second chance. His debt was cleared by the same man he shunned for almost a year under the condition that he pay him back to the last pound. Fortunately, it hadn’t been hard for him to get a job at his local library having spent every weekend in there as a boy; some of the staff had been there long enough that they could remember his first day of kindergarten. Sometimes he’d even helped them shelve or sort books. It was the perfect full time gig for him, leaving plenty of time in the evening and during quieter hours to read or write.
Despite his bitter situation he honestly thinks he’s lucky to have landed where he has and he hopes that with good luck and lots of research he’ll publish his first book by the end of the year.
Personality: As a general rule, Arthur will speak in a rather bored sounding upper-class drawl to anyone upon first meeting them. He is a self-proclaimed gentleman now that his days of piercings and eyeliner are behind him, although he is easily irritated and in more recent years hasn’t bothered to sugar coat criticisms to anyone who tests his limited patience. And when it comes to his patience he’s generally better at dealing with young children and the elderly, having very little reserved for teenagers or people who put the books back in the wrong spot.
He may have dropped some of his more questionable hobbies but finds that on a Friday night there is no better way to unwind than with a drink or two…. Or six if it has been a particularly bad week. At times he can be rather awkward and reserved when meeting new people as he is not the most open person and often his nights at the bar are when he’s the most relaxed if not a little rowdy.
Arthur can be quite pleasant company when he warms up to an individual and his favourite pass times are walking, reading and cooking (although he’s not often complimented on the last of these). It’s not entirely difficult for him to make friends so long as he doesn’t find the other arrogant or egotistical, he sees these qualities as almost unbearable. Still, no matter how close he may get to someone he will bristle in embarrassment when it appears as though he truly cares for them or goes out of the way for their sake, often spouting the phrase “I’m not doing this for /you/!”. He is also easily flustered, be it receiving a gift or a compliment about his hair, either flushing a brilliant red or spluttering some sort of arrogant comment in response.
His ambitions when he has them can consume his thoughts and make it hard for him to concentrate on little else. He can be a perfectionist at inconvenient times but prides himself in this perfection as well as his intelligence and abilities.
Appearance: Arthur’s stature is fairly short, standing at just under 5’8’, a height he’d reached by the age of fifteen and never surpassed. As far as muscle mass goes he is severely lacking and has no intentions of doing any sort of physical activity to change this fact although his appreciation of walking and his work which keeps him on his feet leave him not entirely unfit. Even with his slender build he is not often labelled as ‘lanky’ due to his height and by no means denies himself of the excellence of British cuisine.
His hair is an untidy, unremarkable sandy blonde shade with different tones of colour depending on the season and his exposure to sunlight. The light colour of his hair does little to compliment his fair complexion, something he has consciously tried to darken but between his work and the constantly poor weather in his country he has had little luck. His eyes are one of the most incredible shades of smooth emerald and could possibly be considered his most beautiful feature were they not dominated by abnormally thick brows which grow back as quickly as he tries to control them.
His default expression is a small frown with slightly drawn brows that can look quite disapproving or critical at times when his mind might be elsewhere. His face in general can be very expressive when not in default and has a tendency to flush to a deep red when very emotional (it hardly matters what emotion it is).
Arthur has six piercings in his left ear and four in his right although his days of wearing jewellery are behind him. As a side note, he only remembers getting two of those piercings.
Fashion Style: In his off years Arthur discovered a love of ripped jeans and pleather jackets. He embraced his inner punk and often didn’t bother changing his shirt after waking up (although he always swapped boxers, because that’s just repulsive). He would wear tight pants and leather boots which he honestly couldn’t afford to have with his university budget and gambling tendencies. Long necklaces, collars and studs became his best friends, whether it have been for attention or rebellion against his upbringing he wore these clothes with arrogant pride.
His clothes now are fairly casual although living in London means that he often will dress warmly with two or three layers and a scarf (which he hand knits himself by the way~).
In his profession he is required to dress in a proper manner which he never disputes, meaning he will wear a sweater vest and tie happily. Sometimes if he's feeling especially naughty he will leave the top button undone~.
Goals: He tells himself that he’d love to finish university but after finally repaying his debts and in a content financial state it’s looking more and more unlikely that he’ll go back. His goal at the moment is to finish his novel which he’s been working on for two years. It would be done already if he wasn’t a perfectionist.
Secret: He has a tattoo of a guitar on his right shoulder blade which he is secretly fond of and a unicorn on his upper arm which, lovely as it is, he will cover at all costs. He doesn't remember getting either of these(This should go in appearance but it seems more appropriate in this section). He needs glasses, not desperately but definitely for reading, however he can't stand wearing them and after a few not so nice experiences with contacts won't put those in.
Other: His first draft of his novel (which he won't let anyone read) was finished in his first year of college but mysteriously disappeared one drunken night in second year. He is gay and has known so since he was a child although he's not particularly open to this topic.
RP Sample: 250+ words, please.
Yet another of Arthur’s favourite customers stood in front of the counter, a young man swaying with his head lowered and eyes barely slits as he tried to keep himself awake. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He told him as politely as he could manage it, although his tone was wasted on the drunkard who the Brit was honestly rather envious of at this point. What he wouldn’t give to be drinking at two in the afternoon…
When he man didn’t respond to his request the manager shot him a horrified look. “Arthur get him out. He’s going to be sick.” She said, obviously mortified by this realisation. Wordlessly the Brit came to the front of the counter and rested a hand on his shoulder, unfortunately used to these situations.
“Alright, you’re society’s problem now.” He stated more to himself than the man, guiding him to the door with one hand grasping the back of his shirt. Clearly he was beyond drunk at this point, alcohol probably not the only substance in his system but he found he couldn’t care less. “Out you go.” He pushed him as far as the door before dusting his hands on his shirt with his back turned to the man who decided to stumble back half a step and empty the entire contents of his stomach in the doorway.
Arthur froze mid-step as did the entire first floor of the library, all eyes watching as the drunkard stumbled to the side and back onto the street. “You prat…” He seethed as the man stumbled back once again into the doorway, not minding that his feet sloshed in his own bile. His manager looked horrified, turning green herself leaving no question about who out of the two of them would be cleaning the mess. But first things first, he marched to the door (stepping over the puddle of course), glaring sharply at the man who this time he simply pushed out the door and to the left where anyone inside wouldn’t witness him quite literally kick the man back onto the streets, towards the pub he’d just come from.
He honestly hated people…
OOC
Name: Alix
Age: 18, (25/2/1994)
Contact Info: Deviant art: Alice-of--Spades
Website: Add me on facebook? Alix McClellan
Ai, ai, ai
Wanna roll with the wind
Bringing distance to everything
Ai, ai, ai, whoa