Post by Peter Kirkland on Jan 17, 2011 23:25:44 GMT -5
It's stupidly hard to find pics of sea without his little sailor outfit on, so you get srs face sea instead
Name: Peter Kirkland
Country/ Code Name: Sealand
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Civilian/Support
Likes:
Being part of the group (perfectly willing to help out as long as he feels he's not being underestimated)
Water (that including playing in it and splashing other people)
Candy and Sweets (and not eating his vegetables)
Little gadgets and puzzles he can mess around with (Aka. ohmygoshit'sshinyitmustbeaTOY )
Dislikes:
Being ignored
Being told he's childish (even if he really is)
Getting into real trouble (as compared to falling and scrapping his knee kind of trouble)
Being told he's cute by adults (or alternatively being told he's a brat)
Job Skills: [eg. carpentry, navigation training, mechanic skills.]
Light on his feet.
Eager to learn
likes tinkering with technology but only how about 50/50 lucky with actually fixing/not breaking things.
Personality and short background: Peter is a very active child usually. He likes to play pranks and generally act without responsibility most of the time. This doesn't stop him from being determined in whatever he is currently after, especially if it has something to do with showing how grown up he can act. He is still very child-like in many things and if he is giving you a hard time that doesn't really mean anything. He still probably likes you. Actually, if he likes you he'll probably try to drive you nuts even more.
Peter and his family, all a group of retired military airmen/women, had lived on a tiny man-made island somewhere in the middle of the Heta Empire for as long as the boy could remember. There he developed a intense fascination with all the little trinkets and gadgets that were left over from his relatives sailing days. So when they all packed up and decided to move back to the mainland he was very excited. So excited that once they arrived in Londinium he quickly found himself lost.
Not being used to such a populated place he had managed to run off away from his family and get separated from them. In the quick hustle and bustle of the place he never did find them. He really should have been more torn up over this but he found himself too preoccupied with all the new things he was seeing. In the long run it's turned him to steal a few times but only a few, when he sees something he just has to get his hands on. Although he only keeps exceptional things, everything else he finds ends up dropped in the street somewhere.
Other:
When he figured out that some people really cool code names he decided to give himself one, Sealand. So far no one has taken it seriously however.
He's survived on his ability to be cute, even while wearing shabby clothes. This has gotten him food and other necessary things but it seems like the town's peoples generosity is starting to run out as of late.
RP sample: (copied from ZT app cause I got lazy >.> )
Peter did a mock barrel roll and slide behind a pile or crates. He peek over them, only his eyebrows and sailor hat visible, bobbing up and down as he moved down the row. Slingshot in hand, he scouted his way through the city like this. He was just sure he was demonstrating excellent secret agent abilities. Never mind the looks that a few people gave the boy as he paced through.
Stopping suddenly, the bobbing blue sailor hat ducked behind a wall with a modest garden occupying the top. He peeked over the top, looking between flowering leaves, and brought up his slingshot. "There they are! Better get 'em before they hurt anyone." He tucked a pebble into the pouch of his weapon and pulled the string back before releasing it. The pebble flew and landed some yards away in an empty courtyard. "Did ya see that! Total headshot!" Peter exclaimed, jumping from behind the wall and proclaiming the area safe.
When no applause came, he made a face and walked over to retrieve his pebble. It was a good pebble, nice and shiny. He didn't want to lose it. Picking it up, he flopped down onto the dying grass and sighed, long and drawn out. This was no video game, but it would do. Now if only he had more then air to shoot at. He could always try and play his game closer to the wall, but last time he had done that he got in trouble. Something about causing a panic when he yelled 'Here comes the slimy bastards' and proceeded to throw rocks at the wall.
OOC Information
Name: Briggy or you can just call me Sea.
Timezone: USA Central
Aim/msn/skype/email: TopHatViolet on LJ and other places. Ms.hollow@hotmail.com for email and MSN
Thanks for your time! what flavor are your delicious cookies?: oatmeal raisin? double chocolate chip? snickerdoodle? how about a combo of all three in a super cookie! Sea would like that very much!
Our england has offered to run your trial thread. ^^