Post by illumise on May 5, 2012 20:23:22 GMT -5
Application for England/United Kingdom
The Basics:
Nation: United Kingdom/England
Name of Character: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Country of origin: Oxford, England (United Kingdom)
Blood status: Pure blood
School:
House: Slytherin
Year: Fourth year, with one or two accelerated/advanced classes.
Job Prospective:
Subjects: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration, Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Apparition and History of Magic.
Quidditch?: Yes - Keeper. He's not that athletic, but still not too bad. Doesn't mean he can't enjoy this sport.
Appearance:
Eyes: Forest green
Hair: Blonde
Other features: Arthur is said to have a pale and lithe body. He also considers himself medium in height, although among males, he may be considered short by others. He is, by no means, ‘scrawny’; he still has a little bit of muscle, just not particularly visible. His thick eyebrows are one of his most distinct characteristics and he’s shown to be proud of them from time to time, but it’s mostly him just being self-conscious.
Character Background:
Likes:
- Tea: This is an essential part of Arthur’s fixed daily routine, also used for stress relief purposes. It would be extremely likely that he’ll be in an absolutely shocking mood if he hasn’t had his morning cup yet. His tongue is extremely sharp when it comes to tea, being able to tell even if the water was boiled at the right or wrong temperature and the exact amount of tea put in a teapot and won’t hesitate to criticise it if not made correctly.
- Embroidery: A feminine hobby Arthur prefers to keep to himself – this is usually used to keep him occupied in his own spare time.
- Fine literature: If he is not found doing the above in his spare time, he would often be caught sitting down, absorbed in some kind of novel. He has quite a strict taste in books, but he does enjoy literature in general. In fact, he also writes some of his own, being another one of his favourite pastimes.
Dislikes:
- Obnoxiousness: If there was any personality trait that Arthur wouldn’t want anywhere near him, obnoxiousness would definitely be one of them. He simply can’t stand obnoxiousness, especially if they’re overbearing.
- Siblings: Arthur detests his own siblings with a burning passion. He prefers to view his siblings’ despicable behaviour and petty acts towards him as mere green-eyed jealousy.
- Distractions: Whether it’s from people or not, he doesn’t like to be distracted or disturbed by anyone or anything when he’s busy.
Personality: Arthur is widely regarded as 'prudish', 'aloof' and sometimes even 'stuck-up'. On the surface, he strives to be a gentleman and will be thoughtful, courteous and polite to those who he believes deserves it. He is known to be stubborn, sarcastic, competitive and extremely short-tempered. One of his weakest points would be expressing any of his emotions in the sense of intimacy, which leads him to be often misunderstood. Another part of the reason would be his gigantic amount of pride he has in his family reputation, his academic prowess and ability to advance quickly in magic. As a result of his pride, most apologies, compliments and favours would be done in the most indirect way possible. He would prefer to swallow burning coal rather than to directly ask for help.
Yet beneath the surface of his personality, deep below that of his cynical and coldly realistic view of the world, he is a romanticist. Arthur believes in the pure seeing magic in everything and true love, although that would be something he would never admit if ever confronted. There are not many personal things he would openly admit or let alone talk about at all.
As a student, Arthur excels at anything academic with not too much difficulty. He has exceedingly high expectations for himself which does cause him to be harsh on himself at times. Studying will often become his first priority. Subject-wise, potions is his biggest struggle. The potions he tries to create all seem to result in horrifying, questionable substances.
Arthur may occasionally view the muggleborn with distaste due to the influence from his close-minded family, often looking down on those who are not of the same pure blood. It has improved over the years, but he may still give the occasional condescending sneer.
Pet?: Yes – a black British Bombay cat named Alexandria ("Ally").
Background: (( Arthur's background is subject to change. @u@ ))
Born and raised into a high-class family of brilliant pure blood wizards, large expectations were immediately placed on all five children, Arthur being the second youngest. They were sent to different parts of the UK to boarding schools and academies specifically for young wizards. Arthur remained in England and attended the Imperial Academy of Wizardry before receiving an invitation to Hogwarts. Of course, his parents agreed and immediately sent for him to go.
Throughout Arthur's childhood, his relations with his other siblings can be described as hopelessly chaotic. He often fought with his brothers, one picking on the other and sometimes all picking on one. But it didn't stop him from competing to be the most favoured child. Even now, he would do anything favorable in the eyes of his father to make him proud.
When Arthur reached his early teenage years, his brothers were all scattered to different parts of the UK for schooling, never to see them for a prolonged period of time (not including important family events and he is usually very reluctant to attend these occasions anyway). He, too, was sent to a different boarding school for the muggleborn for around two years before enrolling into the Imperial Academy of Wizardry.
Relations with other characters:
(( Subject to further editing. I'm leaving the ones here vague as of now. ))
Francis Bonnefoy: Arthur and him are like oil and water. It's almost impossible for them to be in the same room without starting a quarrel, even over the smallest things.
Sample:
(( This is from a one x one roleplay set in an AU based off the Britannia Angel and note that this Arthur is much more childish than the one that I’ll be roleplaying here! c: ))
The last things that Arthur saw were brilliant cascades of bloodied, white feathers, clouds shifting in and out of focus and an indistinct figure flying into the distance. Darkness followed, accompanied by a sharp, piercing pain. In such an instance, there was only one thing he was certain of - he was falling. He was taking an uncontrollable, rapid plunge from the borderline between his realm and the one below.
And that was only the beginning of his predicament.
Arthur winced and blinked his eyes open to the faint rustling of leaves. Breathe in. Breathe out. He was, unmistakably and thankfully still alive. One minute resuming his duties and being assaulted the next, he thought inanely. Curiously, he ran his hand over the damp, loose soil. There was no doubt that he was now in the realm of humans, laid down in the middle of a crater of some—
Wait, he didn’t have the time to be loitering around; he had messages to deliver and duties to fulfil. All of the children would be lost without him. Immediately, the angel forced himself upright, only to grimace at what felt like the multiple fractures in his left wing. Splendid. Again and again, Arthur attempted flexing his pair of wings with no avail. He was unable to even move an inch off the ground. Setting out on foot was not the most desirable method of travel, having practically lived in mid-air for most of his eternity. To make matters worse, his wasn’t sure if he could even move his legs.
Bollocks. He was Arthur Kirkland, the only one that held a specialised rank; the one and only Guardian of Britannia. He wore the title with pride, and almost three full millenniums have passed ever since his first year. Surely, simply walking in the human realm would be (dangerous and very undignified, but still) bearable. If he was able to get back up onto his feet first, that is. After a prolonged, nonchalant gaze up at where he had fallen from, he exasperatedly sighed. No use.
Patches of dried bloodstains were spread across his white tunic of fine silk and golden sandals; a rare sight for one who deems tidiness and cleanliness in appearance a necessity on a daily basis. Instead, Arthur’s mind was somewhere else, desperately trying to think up of an alternate plan. Any archangel would undoubtedly laugh and ridicule his current dishevelled state.
... If he returned alive to see them again.
The rest
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