Human name: Arthur Kirkland
Country's name: The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (Otherwise known as England or the UK)
Personality section: Arthur's personality often depends largely on a great many factors, including his stress level, company, mood, proximity to France, and blood alcohol level. He's a very private man who likes spending time alone with his thoughts and his magical friends (they're
real, I swear!), although there are times when he likes companionship, be it loud and raucous or peaceful and comfortable. While Arthur seems to enjoy solitude, he's actually a very lonely man, though he'd be the last to admit such a thing; he'll even go so far as to tout isolation as the best damn thing since toast with marmite. He has his pride as an English Gentleman to uphold, after all! He has difficulty getting along with others, partly because his temper is all but notorious and partly because he has a slight underlying fear that if he allows anyone to get close to him, they'll only hurt him (or he'll hurt them). This, as one would think, makes relationships difficult unless the other person is either very patient or a very intelligent rival who challenges him.
When the booze starts flowing, he comes upon emotions far easier, however, and can range from an almost manic depression to a shameless exhibitionism depending upon the amount of alcohol in his system and the situation.
In normal situations he comes across as a slightly brooding but very polite young man, a little stubbornly old-fashioned but aware of current trends and events, who has a strong sense of pride that seems ever so slightly forced.
Roleplay sample: Not a chance. Not. A. Bloody. Chance. Arthur was not going to wear that ridiculous getup under any circumstances. It didn't matter if he'd already worn it (drunk, mind you.) or if he did rather like that particular shade of green. That corset and those stockings were not to come within ten metres of the Brit's body, no matter how adamantly the bloody Frenchman begged and pleaded. "Get the bloody hell away from me with that!" he growled for what must be the millionth time, backing away yet again. The backs of his knees hit something semisoft and he fell, cursing the bed upon which he landed. He kicked out in defense, but the flailing limbs were somehow avoided and his ankles caught. One leg was held still uncomfortably under an arm while the other struggled to evade the inevitable donning of a slinky fishnet stocking. Arthur didn't bloody well care whether or not it "actually makes you look cute, mon cherie", he wanted out! Somehow his foot heard his mental plea and with a single powerful kick the Frog was sent to the floor and clutching his stomach, where, as the Brit noted with a smirk, a red mark would surely appear for at least a short while. "You look ridiculous, fop," he chuckled.... and shot awake from the dream. Shaking his head slowly to relieve his ears of the cobwebs of sleep, he waved off a few Fae tittering around his head and stumbled to his feet, his bladder the only thing currently on his mind. As he tottered towards the loo, Arthur failed to notice the small faery giggling as she tugged at a tiny fistful of the single fishnet stocking on his right leg.
Anything else?: Double
rainbrows all the way acroooooss his faaaaace, Waaah waaaaaaaaah, so INTENSE!
Also, a note about the username: I messed up during registration and had to re-register, so I added the "Sir" so the site wouldn't bug me about it being taken already. Other than that.... please forgive me for crappiness? ^^'
MSN account: rainypessimist[at]hotmail[dot]com
Subject: Arthur Kirkland 
Sun May 27, 2012 7:02 am
