Post by Prussia on Sept 30, 2012 5:51:03 GMT -5
BASIC INFO
Name: Kingdom of Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Prussia stands at pretty average height at around 178 centimeters (5'10), with a good build (though not as good as his brother’s). He has sharp facial features and his hair is short, spiky, and platinum blond in color. His eyes are either red or reddish violet depending on the light you look at them in, and his face most often carries a cocky grin. He’s often seen wearing his uniform and even when wearing casual clothes he's always got his iron cross somewhere with him.
Personality: The first thing you should know about Prussia is that the guy’s got a massive ego, and it shines from both his face and everyday actions. He’s constantly walking around like he owns the world, and he will not listen if you try to tell him otherwise. He’s boastful, loud, rude, can be downright mean, loves to tease people for his own amusement and has the tendency to do reckless things only to regret it later. Some say this ego stems from the fact that he was praised juuust a tad too much as a kid, some say it’s because he’s aware of the immense strength he possesses, some say he’s just an idiot, but Prussia? Prussia says he was just born awesome and can’t help it. He does what he wants when he wants, and can be very unpredictable and spontaneous.
Though Prussia isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he’s by no means stupid. He just often acts before he thinks and has this… tendency to be rather thickheaded and not notice things around him all the time. For example, he feels he’s alone when he’s got France, Spain and Germany right there with him, he has a bird constantly riding on his shoulder but he only notices its presence when pointed out to him, and if he gets interested in something then all else be damned. He once almost ran under a truck trying to greet his ‘Ita-chan’ across the street. Still, he’s one of the most hardworking people you’ll ever meet, and though he might not seem to take anything seriously, you can trust him to never be late, never disobey an order and actually help out his fellow soldiers when needed (even if he expects a lot of praise for it later on). Because in the end, Prussia was born to fight, and no soldier can fight well without caring for those they fight alongside with.
He doesn’t really know how to be in a group; ever since he was born he’s believed he has to be fighting and surviving alone, and so he’s very bad when actually required to do teamwork. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it, though, kind of on the contrary. See, even though he’d never admit it neither aloud nor to himself, Prussia actually hates the feeling of loneliness and ‘not belonging’, he just believes it’s his job and purpose, and that he’s not like everyone else due to the way he was born and the fact that he isn't really a 'country' anymore. Of course, you’ll never hear him complain about it, because whining is for losers and he’s strong enough to get by even without anyone else’s help. Teamwork’s for weaklings anyway. Well that's what he says, yet he finds immense joy whenever he’s surrounded by people. Especially since he’s a major sucker for attention. Any attention, negative or positive, long as people recognize he’s right there and still kicking despite everything.
He used to be very awkward around women when young due to being surrounded by mostly guys, and though he's gotten over that awkwardness a little nowadays, it's not completely gone. He still finds women a lot more difficult to understand and deal with than men.
Relations with other chars: Prussia gets along well with Spain and France, even if he doesn’t always admit it. He admires Germany and the late old man Fritz, and though he doesn’t readily admit it either, he sort of admires Hungary’s power and considers her a rival. He likes the Italy brothers a lot, and hates Russia with all his might. He also loves to tease Austria and is on fairly good terms with Japan.
‘Course, all of that can change~
Special abilities: Can write a more awesome blog than you. No, seriously, he can. Don’t even try to compete.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: A sort of medieval-ish sword he has had since the old days. Though old, it’s very sturdy and about the length of his arm.
Long range weapon of choice: A semi-automatic shotgun.
Duty position of your choice: Front-Liner
Bunk of choice: “Top, baby! Oh, wait, this ‘bout bunks? Keh, I’ll still take the top. I’m never going to be under anyone!”
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: Ogod. So yeah, it’s been ages since my last fic, but since I’ve roleplayed a lot elsewhere, here’s something. It’s a few months old, but suffices. This is just the first half of the actual post, but since I figured the entire thing was probably too long, half will do (I can always provide more if you need me to). This is an original Pokémon roleplay with original characters, and the reason the boy’s name is never stated is because we were instructed not to do so in our intro post. Yup, I guess that’s enough background info, here we go:
~
A young blond man groaned in pain and annoyance alike, turning to his side and covering his eyes with his right arm. Damn light hurt his eyes. And his head. God, his head. It felt like someone had smashed something solid and blunt against his forehead multiple times to ensure he would not be standing for a while. He shifted, holding his head and trying to squirm away from the light that kept stubbornly forcing its way into his eyes, but his struggles were in vain. Finally, irritated, he pulled himself to sit and growled.
“God damn it, would you turn off the…” His voice was naught a whisper when he realized just what the source of the light was. ”…sun…? What the hell?!” He gasped in surprise, looking around frantically to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was; trees. His vision was still a little blurry, black dots decorating the scenery around him, but he was awake and clear-minded enough to realize that he wasn’t… where ever he was the last he checked.
Last he checked… when was that? Where was he… back then? Wait, wait, more importantly who was he in the first place? He didn’t seem to be able to recall, and the mere attempt to do so brought more pain to his head than he cared to endure. He was forced to clasp his head with both hands and curse under his breath for a while before he could look around again. He could faintly remember sitting on his couch and then… being surrounded by darkness, but he didn’t want to think about that right now so as to not intensify the throbbing pain in his temples.
He stood up with the help of a conveniently placed tree and took in his surroundings with a clearer vision this time. A forest. Definitely. Well wasn’t he making progress in solving the mystery.
“The hell... happened…” The boy muttered to himself as he pushed himself away from the tree that had supported him and dusted off his clothes absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what he was doing. Man, he couldn’t remember the last time he was in a forest. The scenery would have been pretty if it hadn’t been so… boring. And the sun. God he hated the sun, even if the forest was thick enough to block out some of its annoying rays. Regardless, he brought his arm upwards to shield his yes once more, hitting his hand on a... twig. Oh great.
Annoyed, the boy started to brush through his hair, picking out every stick and piece of mud he found. But the more he picked out, the more stuff seemed to be stuck between his strands. Having messy hair had its troubles it seemed. After a while he just gave up and shouted, frustrated.
“Ack, who cares! Finding out what the heck happened first, taking care of looks later. Let’s go.”
With that he gave one final stroke to his head and started to wander off in the first direction that happened upon his field of vision. Which was… straight ahead, pretty much. Meh, the forest had to end at some point, right? He shook his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trousers, flinching a bit when he hit his hand against something. Not stopping his little walk he fished out the offending item and tilted his head. Now what was this? A strange yellow rectangle… thing. With a screen. Didn’t seem like a cellphone.
Still advancing and kicking soil as he went, the boy poked the display and turned the device around in his hands. Hmh. Didn’t seem useful. Whatever, maybe he’d remember later. Shrugging he stuck it back inside his pocket and focused on looking around for some sort of a landmark.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "You'll have to learn to work in a team if you want to succeed around here."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Yo, your newest Prussia here, reporting for duty! I’ve been roleplaying for years, but actually haven’t roleplayed as Prussia before (or any Hetalia character. Or… any canon character, for that matter but ahemthatsasecret), but hopefully I’ll do a good job~ B> Been a fan of hetalia ever since the foundation of the LJ com so uh, if you’ve been into the series for as long as me, tell meee so we can be all nostalgic and old and shiet together BD Oh, I… kinda tend to ramble whenever given the chance. Like, a lot. Like ‘oh god would you please shut the hell up already, man’ lot, so yeah, you’ve been warned.You have no idea how many times I had to rewrite this to make it shorter hahaha… ha… OTL
Mmmyeahwhatelse. Oh! I’m from GMT+3, and I’m usually on during the very early mornings or late at night because sleeping sucks anyway.
Yeah, guess that’s about it, now LESSGO ->
Pairing friendly?: My favorite Prussia pairing’s Russia/Prussiabecause hatesex is awesome BD but I’m willing to play any pairing as long as it makes sense from the characters' points of view and takes some time to develop. I’m not really looking for a romance plot though; if something happens it happens but I’m not pushing for it~
There aren’t really any pairings I’d refuse to read or playbecause I’m a pervert and everything goeees gahahaha. But! My all-time favorite pairing is Netherlands/Denmark, aka, Our Hair Is More Awesome Than Yours So Suck It -couple, so if there’s any of that going on anywhere TELL MEH PLZ. I’ll be all over the thread 8> Same with Hungary/Belgium, because the world (and especially this fandom) needs moar girl/girl action and I love those two together.
Personal note to anyone reading your application: I’m looking forward to playing with you allll. You seem very awesome.Not as awesome as me but pshaw. I try not to leave you like other two Prussias have, and I’ll do my best to fill the gap they left! *salutes*
Now where’s all the delicious food I wanted? Bo
Name: Kingdom of Prussia [Gilbert Beilschmidt]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Prussia stands at pretty average height at around 178 centimeters (5'10), with a good build (though not as good as his brother’s). He has sharp facial features and his hair is short, spiky, and platinum blond in color. His eyes are either red or reddish violet depending on the light you look at them in, and his face most often carries a cocky grin. He’s often seen wearing his uniform and even when wearing casual clothes he's always got his iron cross somewhere with him.
Personality: The first thing you should know about Prussia is that the guy’s got a massive ego, and it shines from both his face and everyday actions. He’s constantly walking around like he owns the world, and he will not listen if you try to tell him otherwise. He’s boastful, loud, rude, can be downright mean, loves to tease people for his own amusement and has the tendency to do reckless things only to regret it later. Some say this ego stems from the fact that he was praised juuust a tad too much as a kid, some say it’s because he’s aware of the immense strength he possesses, some say he’s just an idiot, but Prussia? Prussia says he was just born awesome and can’t help it. He does what he wants when he wants, and can be very unpredictable and spontaneous.
Though Prussia isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, he’s by no means stupid. He just often acts before he thinks and has this… tendency to be rather thickheaded and not notice things around him all the time. For example, he feels he’s alone when he’s got France, Spain and Germany right there with him, he has a bird constantly riding on his shoulder but he only notices its presence when pointed out to him, and if he gets interested in something then all else be damned. He once almost ran under a truck trying to greet his ‘Ita-chan’ across the street. Still, he’s one of the most hardworking people you’ll ever meet, and though he might not seem to take anything seriously, you can trust him to never be late, never disobey an order and actually help out his fellow soldiers when needed (even if he expects a lot of praise for it later on). Because in the end, Prussia was born to fight, and no soldier can fight well without caring for those they fight alongside with.
He doesn’t really know how to be in a group; ever since he was born he’s believed he has to be fighting and surviving alone, and so he’s very bad when actually required to do teamwork. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like it, though, kind of on the contrary. See, even though he’d never admit it neither aloud nor to himself, Prussia actually hates the feeling of loneliness and ‘not belonging’, he just believes it’s his job and purpose, and that he’s not like everyone else due to the way he was born and the fact that he isn't really a 'country' anymore. Of course, you’ll never hear him complain about it, because whining is for losers and he’s strong enough to get by even without anyone else’s help. Teamwork’s for weaklings anyway. Well that's what he says, yet he finds immense joy whenever he’s surrounded by people. Especially since he’s a major sucker for attention. Any attention, negative or positive, long as people recognize he’s right there and still kicking despite everything.
He used to be very awkward around women when young due to being surrounded by mostly guys, and though he's gotten over that awkwardness a little nowadays, it's not completely gone. He still finds women a lot more difficult to understand and deal with than men.
Relations with other chars: Prussia gets along well with Spain and France, even if he doesn’t always admit it. He admires Germany and the late old man Fritz, and though he doesn’t readily admit it either, he sort of admires Hungary’s power and considers her a rival. He likes the Italy brothers a lot, and hates Russia with all his might. He also loves to tease Austria and is on fairly good terms with Japan.
‘Course, all of that can change~
Special abilities: Can write a more awesome blog than you. No, seriously, he can. Don’t even try to compete.
AU-RELATED
Short range weapon of choice: A sort of medieval-ish sword he has had since the old days. Though old, it’s very sturdy and about the length of his arm.
Long range weapon of choice: A semi-automatic shotgun.
Duty position of your choice: Front-Liner
Bunk of choice: “Top, baby! Oh, wait, this ‘bout bunks? Keh, I’ll still take the top. I’m never going to be under anyone!”
OBLIGATORY FILLING
Sample RP test: Ogod. So yeah, it’s been ages since my last fic, but since I’ve roleplayed a lot elsewhere, here’s something. It’s a few months old, but suffices. This is just the first half of the actual post, but since I figured the entire thing was probably too long, half will do (I can always provide more if you need me to). This is an original Pokémon roleplay with original characters, and the reason the boy’s name is never stated is because we were instructed not to do so in our intro post. Yup, I guess that’s enough background info, here we go:
~
A young blond man groaned in pain and annoyance alike, turning to his side and covering his eyes with his right arm. Damn light hurt his eyes. And his head. God, his head. It felt like someone had smashed something solid and blunt against his forehead multiple times to ensure he would not be standing for a while. He shifted, holding his head and trying to squirm away from the light that kept stubbornly forcing its way into his eyes, but his struggles were in vain. Finally, irritated, he pulled himself to sit and growled.
“God damn it, would you turn off the…” His voice was naught a whisper when he realized just what the source of the light was. ”…sun…? What the hell?!” He gasped in surprise, looking around frantically to make sure he was really seeing what he thought he was; trees. His vision was still a little blurry, black dots decorating the scenery around him, but he was awake and clear-minded enough to realize that he wasn’t… where ever he was the last he checked.
Last he checked… when was that? Where was he… back then? Wait, wait, more importantly who was he in the first place? He didn’t seem to be able to recall, and the mere attempt to do so brought more pain to his head than he cared to endure. He was forced to clasp his head with both hands and curse under his breath for a while before he could look around again. He could faintly remember sitting on his couch and then… being surrounded by darkness, but he didn’t want to think about that right now so as to not intensify the throbbing pain in his temples.
He stood up with the help of a conveniently placed tree and took in his surroundings with a clearer vision this time. A forest. Definitely. Well wasn’t he making progress in solving the mystery.
“The hell... happened…” The boy muttered to himself as he pushed himself away from the tree that had supported him and dusted off his clothes absentmindedly, not really paying attention to what he was doing. Man, he couldn’t remember the last time he was in a forest. The scenery would have been pretty if it hadn’t been so… boring. And the sun. God he hated the sun, even if the forest was thick enough to block out some of its annoying rays. Regardless, he brought his arm upwards to shield his yes once more, hitting his hand on a... twig. Oh great.
Annoyed, the boy started to brush through his hair, picking out every stick and piece of mud he found. But the more he picked out, the more stuff seemed to be stuck between his strands. Having messy hair had its troubles it seemed. After a while he just gave up and shouted, frustrated.
“Ack, who cares! Finding out what the heck happened first, taking care of looks later. Let’s go.”
With that he gave one final stroke to his head and started to wander off in the first direction that happened upon his field of vision. Which was… straight ahead, pretty much. Meh, the forest had to end at some point, right? He shook his head and stuck his hands into the pockets of his trousers, flinching a bit when he hit his hand against something. Not stopping his little walk he fished out the offending item and tilted his head. Now what was this? A strange yellow rectangle… thing. With a screen. Didn’t seem like a cellphone.
Still advancing and kicking soil as he went, the boy poked the display and turned the device around in his hands. Hmh. Didn’t seem useful. Whatever, maybe he’d remember later. Shrugging he stuck it back inside his pocket and focused on looking around for some sort of a landmark.
Code in the rules: [Validated by "You'll have to learn to work in a team if you want to succeed around here."]
ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER
About yourself: Yo, your newest Prussia here, reporting for duty! I’ve been roleplaying for years, but actually haven’t roleplayed as Prussia before (or any Hetalia character. Or… any canon character, for that matter but ahemthatsasecret), but hopefully I’ll do a good job~ B> Been a fan of hetalia ever since the foundation of the LJ com so uh, if you’ve been into the series for as long as me, tell meee so we can be all nostalgic and old and shiet together BD Oh, I… kinda tend to ramble whenever given the chance. Like, a lot. Like ‘oh god would you please shut the hell up already, man’ lot, so yeah, you’ve been warned.
Mmmyeahwhatelse. Oh! I’m from GMT+3, and I’m usually on during the very early mornings or late at night because sleeping sucks anyway.
Yeah, guess that’s about it, now LESSGO ->
Pairing friendly?: My favorite Prussia pairing’s Russia/Prussia
There aren’t really any pairings I’d refuse to read or play
Personal note to anyone reading your application: I’m looking forward to playing with you allll. You seem very awesome.
Now where’s all the delicious food I wanted? Bo