Post by Arthur Kirkland on May 21, 2010 6:05:28 GMT -5
Canon Character Application
Character name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: Twenty three
Gender: Male
Height: 5’9”, 175 cm
Weight: 135 lbs
Appearance: Arthur is of generally a shorter stature than most men his age yet he is commonly teased of being shorter than he actually is because of his lithe structure. His sandy-blonde hair is short and choppy with bangs reaching just short of his eyes in the front of his eyes while the rest reaches down to approximately the nape of neck. Arthur’s eyes are a narrowed emerald, swirling with determination normally hidden by a prim attitude and experience despite his young age. While on the smaller side, Arthur still holds unexpected strength within his slight muscles though he is well toned under his robes with faded scars of battles fought along his skin. The most notable features of the man though are his prominent and thick eyebrows that many would consider as “fighting a war against his face and winning”. This is normally the main vocal point of teasing though he normally snaps back that there is indeed nothing wrong with his “abominations of eyebrows”.
Preferring not to be restricted by clothes that can be easily considered as ‘clingy’ to the body, Arthur wears large robes, which appear too loose for his body. These dark robes are rather simplistic in design, simply there to serve as a cover for the weapons and tombs that he hides under the folds. What holds the robes together is a small red bow tied in the front with a small pin of a family emblem on the knot of the bow. Underneath the robes, Arthur adorns a long sleeved green shirt, reaching to his hips and to his wrists with golden thread weaved into the cloth to make simplistic designs along the collar. The pants he wears normally are simpler yet always kept in good condition if only because of his persistence to keep everything of his possession clean. As for footwear, Arthur normally wears dark leather boots in order for easy maneuver over rough terrain.
Personality: Arthur is quick-tempered and uncompromising, not afraid to tactfully use his words to bring down other people in which he finds irritable. Not only this, but he has a rather foul mouth in which vulgar words easily slip out when he is crossed, often demoralizing. Arthur prefers to stay away from large groups of people if they do not serve for a purpose and only prove annoying him, which he normally enjoys seclusion and silence above all else.
Despite his testiness, there are many more sides to the man that what meets the eyes. Arthur avidly believes in sophistication and likes to consider himself a ‘proper gentleman’. While most of the time he is able to act proper in speech, posture, actions, and much more, he is simply a punk deep inside who enjoys the thrill of being dominant over others. It is rather difficult to persuade Arthur to help with a task, if simply because he secretly enjoys watching others struggle with their conflicts a bit too much for his personal tastes and for the tastes of those misfortunate to not receive aid. On the outside, he is considered as a cynical realist though along with the punk that is inside of him, he is quite the romanticist before he falls asleep. It is known that he has a tendency to drink large amounts of alcohol whenever he wants to ‘wash’ his worries away, but this only brings him to a state of melancholia and irrationality
Class: First choice is Spellcaster/Mage and second is Summoner
Likes:
+ Cooking
+ Embroidery
+ Quiet
+ Mythology
+ Tea
+ Fine literature
+ Spellcasting
+ Intelligent, comprehensive people
+ Privacy
+ Alcohol
Dislikes:
- Idiots/Acts of stupidity
- People criticizing his cooking and eyebrows
- French
- Showing his weaknesses
- Many, many things
Strengths:
-Cool Demeanor: Arthur is good with his manners of speech and keeping his temper in check. This easily helps him throughout harsh situations which requires this demeanor to maneuver through the obstacles in his way which would normally prove to be too difficult for a person with rushed tendencies.
-Intelligence: If Arthur was to pride in any of his attributes, it would be his intelligence and education. His knowledge spans far into many subjects, which makes him a vital asset when it comes to needing to solve certain situations that requires more than just firepower.
-Magic Capabilities: Probably the most respected of his strength is his adaptability to magic and reading scrolls as well as tombs, despite the fact that sometimes his magic is a bit faulty and does not come out with the result that he was necessarily hoping for Yet he is what helps protect the physical fighters from the distance, using his offensive abilities to inflict massive damage.
-Range: Alongside with his magic, Arthur has an advantage when it comes to range. His spells allow to keep him at a distance from others and not only this, but his spells not only have to focus on a specific person, but also a group of people which becomes vital at different moments.
Weaknesses:
-Irritability: Arthur is rather intolerant when it comes to idiocy, whether it is from a certain situation, case, or especially a person. This causes him to act rashly and not always think about his actions until after it is committed. This also makes it hard for him to socialize with others for what he can stand of stupidity is little to none and in all honesty, he finds many things considered as ‘idiotic’.
-Drinking: While generally appearing to be a man of refined tastes, he holds a horrible habit of going to a pub and consuming too much alcohol in comparison to his lightweight tolerance. While he is drunk, Arthur is irrational, out of the line, and practically useless as he spends his time mourning over things in his past as well as current events.
-Close Combat: When it comes to close combat, Arthur has a bit more of a difficult time dealing with any direct attacks towards him though he can slightly combat it in retaliation, but this usually does not last for long since he usually only carries his quarterstaff and dagger alongside with him as methods for physical fighting.
-Teasing: Now while Arthur generally is steeled against petty teasing, there are some areas in which teasing can make him hesitate and possibly even snap. One such thing is his horrid cooking abilities and since he holds this to heart, it is rather painful for him to have to sit through insults about his cooking. Not only this, but also his so called ‘imaginary friends’ is probably the most sensitive spot when it comes to teasing for these are the creatures that he held close to him personally.
History: Born in a family of four, not including his parents, Arthur lived in a detached family and never felt right with his relations. The relationship between his father was tense, yet his mother was always sweet to him despite his father’s scorning. Being the second youngest of his family, it was often that he was teased and numerous times he tried to escape from their teasing by running away into the forest. Always secluding himself away from the other village kids, Arthur had never gathered the abilities required for socializing, leaving him distrustful of others.
It was a day next to the lake in the middle of the forest in which his views changed towards the world. It is not known if it was creations spurred up from his mind in order to satisfy his want for someone close to him, someone who could understand or if it was actually all-real but he soon came into contact with the very creatures that he adored reading stories of. It was a secret that he kept to himself and he soon went to the lake everyday to interact with these creatures, which always seemed to be awaiting for him and they came to be a few of the only living things that he held all of Arthur’s trust.
Not once did he separate from his only friends, always standing close to them even as he aged. His father was rather persistent when it came to him taking up the way of the sword, to make a name for the family yet his passion did not lie within sword fighting, but rather fell into the art of magic. The fairies had told him that he held potential, that it would come naturally to him for he had been able to see them and preferring to listen to his closest friends than the father who he never agreed with, Arthur began learning the ways of magic.
As he grew older and experienced many misfired spells and successes, Arthur had finally mastered the skills needed for magic as well as the intelligence and patience alongside. His father had not been happy with the idea of him secretly sneaking off to study many books of magic and so Arthur left his family and village, knowing that a life away from them would be what made him truly happy. He had traveled across many lands in his journey, for what reason never became known to him, but he knew he was in search of something, anything. Even at a young age, his capabilities in magic became rather well honed through his own experiences and no mentoring, though there are still times in which his spells do not bode well for him.
Not being able to find what his heart was searching for, leaving Arthur to feel rather empty shelled, the magician soon settled down in a small house outside of the city, close to the forest, which he knew that his friends would always reside. Not much is heard from him now and those who seek him out normally never come out of his house without at least a few scars and a harsh rejection. It is heard that Arthur spends most of his time conversing with his ‘imaginary’ friends as well as reading many tombs, in search of knowledge in order to satisfy that thirst of what he could not find.
Sample Post: It was sometimes a wonder why these blokes persisted on receiving his help, even after a firm no. Only twenty three years he had lived, but these twenty three years had been long, no single year was easy upon Arthur. Right now, there was what seemed like a small party, probably still on their first year of adventuring judging from their attire that was currently standing in front of him, asking for help. Now, the Briton would have normally lent an ear to at least consider what they were saying, but they were leaving dirt on his just cleaned floors from those muddy boots. If there was anything of more significant importance, it was to the get them the hell out of his house before they dirtied it even more, for he had to clean all of this by himself.
“So we just want ta’ know if ya’ wa…” The man, who probably was the leader of this merry little party, mumbled but was soon cut off with a huff and a blunt answer.
“No, so leave my house, you daft tossers.” Arthur grumbled out, watching as the men look at one another yet seeming to be ever so persistent.
Honestly, what did “no” mean to these idiots? No reason that these men could provide would make him change his mind to leave this shell of solace and comfort. Adventuring with this group would make him appear as if he dropped his standards to poor adventuring parties such as the one in front of him and not only that, but who knows how many migraines he would receive in a day. Seeing that the ‘leader’ was to open his mouth again, Arthur stood up abruptly from his chair, furrowing his prominent eyebrows and ignored the snickers from the others that he got for the action.
“If you don’t leave me to my privacy soon and come up with more bollocks in a petty attempt to have me join you in your quest, then I will make certain that there will be no adventure to look forward to.” He murmured, voice taking a tone of inevitable consequences with failure to comply. The party seemed unfazed and the tall man in front of him seemed to want to calm down the mage’s ever-contemptible behaviour.
“Look, if ya’ don’t wanna go nowhere.” He started, trying to mellow down the situation to at least a civilized conversation before the mage snapped.
Yet, Arthur was not calmed by this attempt, rather more angered than before and he soon whipped out the spell book that he constantly carried with him in the folds of his cloak. Opening the pages, the magician fingered through the leaf thin pages and finally smiled in a manner not suitable for a ‘gentleman’ such as himself. The group appeared to be rather taken aback as they started to back away from the clearly irritated young man.
“Now, I will disregard the fact that you had come to my home, dirtied my floors with you grubby boots and then persisted on having me join you.” Arthur began coolly, shifting his emerald gaze from the ancient writing written in ink and then back up to the unwanted visitors. “But to use a double negative…get out of my fucking sight and get an education, you damn blokes!” He growled before muttering soft incantations to himself as the tomb that he held snugly in his arms began to glow a light red.
It was simply enough to say that Arthur never saw them again, yet that never seemed to stop more pestering adventures for asking his help. Today was just simply another day to drink to his heart’s content, he needed it after dreading how much cleaning there was to do again and not only that, but to rid of that burnt smell from earlier on that day. It was simply a wonder when someone would come along that would pull him out of this seclusion, out of this comfort.
Someone who was worth it.
Yet for now, all he could do was sit and wait.
[☆★☆★♥BRITANNIA BEAAAAMUU~♥★☆★☆…because I can’t be any more annoying.]