Post by albion on Oct 16, 2010 12:21:49 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Country/ Code Name: England
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirates
Ship: Old Fritz (Gilbert's)
Ship Position: Quartermaster/Wingman (second in command)
Likes:
• TeaDislikes:
• Cooking
• Rain
• Gentlemanly behaviour
• Freedom to do as he pleases
• Reading
• Fairy tales
• Mythical creatures
• 'Stiff upper lip'
• Theatrics
• Spices
• Being reminded of the past/talking about itJob Skills:
• People mocking him
• His emotions being messed with
• Slang, and the altering of languages
• Insolence
• The Military
• Brat-ish behaviour
• Idiocy
• Having to use anyone else as a crutch
• Being considered weak
• Ignorance
• Tailoring - All manly men can sew, Arthur is no exception.Personality:
• Acting - Not in the way of getting up on stage, no. His acting is more in the way of being able to seem one thing, whilst being another.
• Swordsmanship - Arthur is incredibly proficient with a blade, leaving him as a formidable force if presented with one.
• Marksmanship - As with Swordsmanship this is something he's all too proficient with. Many a times such a skill has saved both his life and pride.
Arthur is for the most part calm, and collected. He's usually mellow, not really letting things get to him where possible. Despite what he is Arthur manages to portray himself as a near perfect gentleman, more a noble than a pirate. Indeed, he even has many habits that would indicate such. His speech is for the most part refined, his manners tend to be impeccable, and as a whole he just seems dignified. Alas this side of him tends to be pretty damn boring, almost like a stick in the mud. Arthur doesn't seem to have much of a sense of humour whilst he's trying to act the gentleman, and indeed will probably just brush off most attempts at jokes to call them childish and unneeded. Very often it's this stoic side that he prefers to show, which is why he seems to have the near permanent persona of someone who's acting better than you in the most polite way possible.History:
Regardless though, it's the other side you need to worry about. Under the gentleman hides a pirate. At times the gentleman seems to fall away, leaving behind an utterly wild excuse for a man. He's sharp witted in a cunning sort of fashion, and seems to plan for everything that you may be able to throw at him. Due to this he seems far more arrogant, showing exactly why it is that he's a pirate and you're not. Despite this though he still acts out in a way he'd consider honourable, not willing to break his moral code even when he's nicking something from someone. His general view to justify this is... Well there isn't much of one to be honest. Piracy's in his bones, and thus it's something he doesn't feel he needs to explain. Since it's become a way of life he sees it as a justifiable act, even if he can see why some would consider it wrong. As a whole he's simply incredibly unpredictable when like this, even if the core of him is the same lonely man as always.
The main glip in his personality would be the fact he has a stupidly short temper, along with an almost crazed eccentric streak. If something bothers him immensely that he has no way at all to deal with (usually in mental matters) he's liable to convince himself he doesn't feel that way. For example, if lonely he may point out something that he considers to be more so, and then mock the hell out of it to make himself feel better over the fact. This can at times making him seem utterly crazy (something not helped by the fact he talks to 'himself'). Mentioning these spells though is liable to be a bad idea, something just behind insulting his cooking. Rubbing him up the wrong way inevitably leads to him snapping, whilst yes for the most part at this point in life he's laid back his temper remains very much the same. Terrible. Depending on the severity of it he can easily become violently aggressive with it.
Under everything though; pirate and gentleman alike, he has a good heart. His main problem is that he tends to be rather mistrustful towards others, though when he does let people past he becomes somewhat softer. However, this is a side hard to find, mostly due to the fact he just refuses to trust people. This then ends up with him becoming lonely, which at the end of the day tends to nag at him. As a whole though he's too proud to admit this, and as such falls into a denial on the matter and claims to rather enjoy being alone.
• Born into a middleclass family he just kinda blended in with the background, this giving him freedom enough to wander the streets as he pleased.Other:
• At the age of fifteen his parents were killed by bandits, if only for the meagre coins in their pockets.
• Arthur perhaps took it the worst in some ways. He became a vaguely more distrusting person, finding it hard to make bonds with people. It was due to this that he left his home.
• Not really thinking it through he soon found that life on the streets was actually pretty difficult to deal with for a lone fifteen year old, and thus he found himself in a spot of bother. This took the form of a pirate crew who snagged him off the streets for whatever reason, using him as a cabin boy to do chores.
• Not much happy with the whole thing he did it regardless; until a day four years latter lead to his escape.
• Alas luck was still not on his side. Whilst in a bar he was challenged to a drinking contest by some loud albino looking fellow. If the other won then Arthur was to join his crew, however if Arthur won he got the ship. Of course Arthur lost, pretty damn badly as it so happened.
• Keeping his word as any gentleman should he joined, though was given the rank of Quartermaster, a prospect he found at least vaguely amusing... Right up until he realised just how much of a pain his new captain was.
• Over time he did end up developing a kind of grudging respect, though it's not something he admits. Instead he just yells at the other man, scolding him as if the rolls they had were switched.
• He can see faeries and spirits, or at leasts he thinks he can. Whether this is legitimately true or not remains to be seen.RP sample:
• Loves to drink, but can't hold his alcohol at all. It doesn't take much for him to be totally wasted, and indeed he always seems to get the worst hangovers. He also tends to become somewhat... aggressive, when drunk.
• He's superstitious, but not religious. As such he tends to carry around a charm or two.
From a different forum, with a different setting
OOC InformationHe'd put the boy to bed as he so usually did when here, reading to him for a while to settle him. Then he'd left. In the wee hours of the morn he'd left the house silently, leaving only a note for an explanation. It was easier this way to some degree; because after all, it removed the whole heartache of leaving. It was kinder to them both... So he thought any way. Regardless though it was far to late to be changing his mind even had he wanted. Already the ships were sailing ready to do exactly what they did best, and that was of course bring everyone who came against them utter hell. Yes as an Empire his commerce lines were vast and expansive, India was proof enough of that after all, however this hadn't yet stopped the privateers of his land. Himself included. There was a simple reason for this of course. It's simplicity was almost idiotic, and yet at the same time it was utterly sound. Why after all would you choose to pay for something you could merely take? That and it was damn fun, but who was anyone to judge the young gent for such~?
With a sighing yawn he stretched back in his seat, casting only a vaguely interested look toward the young fellow before him who seemed to be wittering on about something he didn't bloody well give a damn about. Eugh, where the hell had he put the rum? Ah yes~! With that thought he turned his attention to the lower draw in the desk, flailing an arm at it somewhat as the privateer's eye twitched.
"Captain I mus--" He started off in a voice as stern as he could muster... Only to be cut off. Sometimes he had to wonder why this boy was captain of the god damn fleet. Hells teeth, he'd probably been tugging at his mother's pants when he and the other men had been serving home and hearth... It was damn well sods law is what it was.
"Shut your trap, Jenkins. I have something more important that needs my attention," he barked out, still flailing an arm at the draw he was never going to reach. With a reluctant sigh he leant forward and tugged upon the draw, and sure enough cradled in the thing like the holy grail was a good ol' bottle of slosh. Withdrawing it he flicked out the stop, not quite caring to take notice of where it went as the pungent scent of the alcohol within teased at him. Oh it was too much to bear really, all he could do was give in and take a swig of the liquid and sigh oh so softly as it burned his throat. "Now then my good man~! You were trying to tell me where we should go, I do believe? I'm sure your idea was splendid and all, however I've already set the course and informed the helmsman of such." Taking another swig he gestured lazily to a point just outside of Virginia before dragging his finger roughly down to the Caribbean, finally coming to rest over southern tip of Cuba. "We'll patrol here and catch anything passing through between us and Hispaniola. Simple enough for you, old chap?" With a grin it was clear he didn't much care, his word was law on this ship and he'd given his orders.
Arthur though couldn't help but chuckle ever so slightly as he saw the man's eyes narrow in obvious displeasure. He supposed this was what he got for being an anti-social git to the world~ "And what of the other ships?" He asked through gritted teeth a moment later.
He couldn't help but sigh. Really, was this man ever going to learn to trust him? Probably not. He was an old fart set in his ways, and England used the term 'old' in a loose sense. At no more than 35ish England had lived many of his lifetimes. "We'll take two with use, three will be in the Hispaniola cove ready to hem in whatever comes... Another one will be on the opposite side of Cuba's southern point waiting to chase down anything that slips past. Should it not go our way then we, us with two others, will flank. The other four can join us when they can." With an impatient sight he tapped a finger against the bottle in hand, this wanker was wearing on his patience. Had he not been good at what he did England would have 'accidentally' knocked him overboard long ago. As it happened though he had more to lose than gain by doing such. "However, the main idea is to flank them and push them to the others. Is this acceptable to you~?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Good, now hurry along and get some rest or something, you're as crotchety as an ass and it's pissing me off."
Watching the bloke leave he let shoulders sag before running his fingers through messy blond hair. It was going to be one of those nights, he really knew it was.
With another swig of the rum he kicked his feet up onto the desk, casting a cursory glance toward the roof as if it were at present the most interesting thing in his life. At this moment at probably was. He loved sailing of course, but at present his king was being a pain in the arse with things. He was running out of funding to fight his war with England's own no good brother. Who ended up picking up this slack? Why he of course~ Ah this would have never happened if his dear Elizabeth had still been in power, that woman had been a freaking battle axe. Her utter devotion had been nothing to turn your nose up at. With her to lead his people the Spanish armada had been crushed utterly. Take what you can get though; besides, it wasn't as if Charles was a genuinely bad leader... It was alas just that certain predecessors were made of a finer stuff than he~
Taking another swig he tapped a finger once more upon his map, this time though over Europe. Spain to be exact. Therein lay his biggest threat to he and all he had. Whilst yes the Armada had been forced away his empire was still vast (not to the point of being a huge threat now though of course~), there was a lot from it he could take. In his books the southern America's seemed like a good place to start, frankly he was sick of the damn git being so close to the 13 colonies, Alfred. It was something he supposed he'd have to resolve soon, and of course there was no doubt he would on another day once the sun was high and bright singing his name.
For now though he'd simply wait until they reached their destination and the call of coming ships was given, which of course it was~
Poor sods whoever they were, soon they really wouldn't know what had hit them.
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