arthur kirkland; england

[mr. kirkland *]

ARTHUR KIRKLAND

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We hear every damn day about our fragile country.

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NAME:[/color] Arthur Kirkland
NICKNAMES:[/color] Artie, Iggy, Eyebrows, Old Man
AGE:[/color] old as dirt 23
GENDER:[/color] Male
NATIONALITY:[/color] English... from England obviously

Every damn day about the brink of catastrophe,

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LIKES:[/color]
✕ Embroidery

✕ Francis

✕ Tea, scones, fish and chips, and McDonald's

[/s] No one else seems to like scones... Fish and chips are delicious, and people from all around the world eat them! He'll never admit that he likes McDonald's. Ever.[/ul]
✕ Monty Python

✕ Women and men

✕ Archery

✕ Harry Potter Trashy romance novels

✕ Magic spells and things of the like

✕ Making fun of American movies

✕ Proving people wrong

DISLIKES:[/color]
✕ Coffee

✕ Rain

✕ Europe in general, especially France

✕ Wars and getting beat up

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✕ Being abandoned and bringing up the past

✕ His brothers

PERSONALITY:[/color] Arthur Kirkland in a nutshell is a stuffy, cynical, sharp-tongued, tsundere, gentleman, but there really is more to him that that.
When he was just a child nation, he was rather quiet and gentle. He spent most of his time outside, admiring nature. He was very interested in animals, and he was kind to them. He was often seen carrying around a bunny rabbit that he took care of. Despite his calm demeanor, he was picked on often by his peers and elders. He would get very frustrated and angry whenever someone made fun of him, and he'd burst into tears if he was pushed far enough. The poor child was constantly beat up by his brothers. His brothers even went so far as to send him curses in the mail!

As he grew up, Arthur became more aloof and disinterested in other people. His adolescent years were spent as a pirate. He was very gruff and prone to rough speech. He had a very heated rivalry with France and Spain and his brothers, and they were constantly bickering and fighting. (100 Years War? Yeah, Britain and France.) (Who sunk Spain's "invincible" Armada? Yeah, Britain.) He also traveled around the world, conquering different places here and there. He owned a lot of countries, and some regarded the British Empire to be the most powerful in the world at that time. He had control over India, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, America, parts of Africa, multiple islands dotted around the globe, part of the Persian Peninsula, and small bits in Central and South America. In 1775, America declared independence, and the Empire lost all that territory. Arthur was emotionally scarred from that war, and he tends to become very upset and distant whenever the 4th of July comes around.
During and after World War II, other territories under British control were lost, and by the end of WWII, the British Empire was in a rapid decline. Because he had had so much power, Arthur was a bit exasperated when his control over those territories slipped away, and his personality began to change.

After the British Empire finally dissipated, Arthur was left with his own tiny island which he had to share with his brothers anyway. He was back where he started, and he really didn't like it. Now, he acts like a cynical old man. He's very irritable, and he bickers with everyone over everything. He can also see various magical creatures that have accompanied him through life since he was a child, but no one else can see them. (Though, occasionally, someone is able to catch a glance.) Most people think he's gone a bit off his rocker when he talks to his friends.
All in all, Arthur is a self-proclaimed gentleman, but he is too uke tsundere to be taken seriously sometimes. He's still gentle at heart, though, and he's guarded because of his tormented childhood.

STRENGTHS:[/color]
✕ Island advantages

✕ Multilingual

✕ With age comes wisdom

✕ Common sense

WEAKNESSES:[/color]
✕ Cute things

✕ Stubbornness and Pride

[/s] He also lets his pride get in the way of his judgment, and he will never admit something out loud that would show any sign of weakness.[/ul]
✕ Hopeless romantic

[/s] Some people can see right through his mask of tsuntsun, and they can understand what he really means.[/ul]
✕ Cooking

And how it's a shame that we can't work together.

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RP EXAMPLE:[/color] The sun was shining, and the air was cool in the autumn breeze. The red and gold leaves fluttered to the ground, traveling on the moving air to leave their home on the branches. The grass was still green as it peeked out from underneath the blanket of fallen leaves, and the sky was a grayish-blue as the clouds started to gather. It seemed like it might rain later in the day, but all kinds of people were outside, enjoying the good weather while it lasted. It was fairly uncommon for a day to be that nice in England, especially during the autumn. No one was complaining, though; they all enjoyed a break from the relentless rainfall every now and then. The kids certainly enjoyed the pleasant weather, and they ran around in the park, jumping into leaf piles, rolling in the grass, playing hide and go seek among the trees, and what have you. Their parents lounged on the benches nearby, chatting about their troubles and joys in life, sipping on plastic cups of tea and coffee. An elderly man was sitting in his wheelchair in a patch of sunlight, reading the daily newspaper while his granddaughter sat on a blanket next to him, drawing beautiful landscapes into a notebook for her college art class. A few men and women were jogging outside instead of inside on a treadmill, and a teenage couple held hands while walking along and talking about this and that. The park was a common place for the people of London to flock to on days like that, and it was bustling with energy and activity. Everyone was happy and carefree.
But little did they know, something horrible was about to happen.

Arthur Kirkland had been feeling a bit of unease in the pit of his stomach, and he knew, in the back of his mind, that something was not right about that day. Despite his nagging premonition, he went outside to walk in the fresh air, taking in the beautiful scenery that autumn brought. He was enjoying his walk. He admired all the activity in the park, waving to the children who pointed at him. He smiled softly to himself. He heard a plane flying overhead, and he peered up into the sky. He shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand, and he saw a rather large plane flying rather low down. His eyebrows furrowed, and he saw a large, round something fall from the plane. He followed the object with his eyes, and it disappeared past the horizon, and then all of a sudden-- boom! It looked like a huge hole exploded out of his chest, or he had been shot by a really big bullet right in the heart. He stood there with wide eyes, watching and feeling the blood dripping and pouring, and then he collapsed onto his knees. He heard the screaming, and he felt the heat of fires, and he could feel the painful deaths of thousands of people. He clutched the gaping wound in his chest, and he began to sob and scream. A huge mushroom cloud rose up into the sky in the distance, the orange-yellow glow of fire and destruction painted the sky red.
London had been bombed.

The truth is we do.

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hello there my name is iggy and i am fourteen years old. not that old! i have roleplayed for over five years and am excited to be here! contact me on msn @ [e-mail] and i came from livejournal and i'd like to say that I sometimes make England seem a little ooc for the sake of a good plot!

BY FINISHING THIS APP IGGY AGREES SHE WILL BE A ACTIVE & AWESOME RAINBOW IN THE THIS LOVELY SITE OF DAYCARE DISASTERS.

We work together to get things done.

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quotes are from jon stewart's rally to restore sanity and nice application was made for day care disasters. do not steal, or we will find you and pour cheerios all over your face. :C[/blockquote]