Post by Preußen on Feb 26, 2010 14:52:15 GMT -5
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Country of Origin: Prussia
Gender Male
Age: 20
Height: 5' 8" (177 cm)
Weight: 143 lbs.
Appearance: Standing at around five-feet-eight-inches, Gilbert is rather short for someone of his origins. He's got a smaller frame, with a bit of muscle on his upper body, and is generally small and slender. He tells everyone that his size is due to poor nutrition as a child, but whether this is true or not is anyone's guess. The smaller stature could, in reality, be attributed to his ancestral ties to the Baltic state of Lithuania. However, if brought up, Gilbert will fervently deny any connection he might have to being of Baltic origin – in his mind, he is one-hundred-and-fifty-percent Prussian.
His hair is platinum blond, and falls just across his forehead in a gentle decline around his face, not quite covering his ears. The light-colored strands are layered around the crown of his head, longer at the top and shorter toward the nape of his neck. His eyes are a dramatic red-violet color, and show an arrogance and dangerous edge of intelligence that isn't as obvious in his actions or words.
His normal, daily attire as a crew member is quite plain – a creamy, off-white shirt with a wide collar that lays open for a third of his chest, over a pair of a tan breaches that stop at the knees. His shoes are plain black, with white spatterdash guards that reach from the knee to the tops of his shoes, converting the plain shoes into plain boots. His knee-length navy jacket, trimmed with elaborate gold piping and buttons, hangs open around his slender frame, giving him a slightly larger looking silhouette.
Gilbert has also been seen wearing an outfit consisting of tan breaches, black spatterdash boots, and an olive-colored vest. Along with these, a frilly white cravat hangs from his neck, and a navy jacket with red collar and cuffs, trimmed with gold piping rests on his shoulders. A black tricorn hat with gold piping and a red carnation rests on his head.
His choice in weaponry, while different, is effective. He is almost constantly armed with a German Luger, which lies on his hip in a holster, next to a small satchel of bullets. Next to the Luger, attached at his belt, is a finely crafted blade in a leather scabbard. The hilt of the blade is shaped to fit a hand, while the end of the hilt is shaped like the head of a lion, with rubies for eyes. Out of the lion's mouth extends in the hand guard of the hilt. A decorated leather strap dangles from the handle of the blade. On one side of the blade is engraved, "Suum cuique," a Latin phrase meaning, "To each his own." On the other side is engraved, "Jedem das Seine," which is a German translation of the same.
Crew member of: The Imperial Eagle
Status: Captain
Pet: Gilbird
Crest: Crest of The Imperial Eagle
Personality: With all of his proclamations of greatness and being awesome, Gilbert is actually a rather complex young man. His true emotions and self are reserved from almost everyone, and even the select few that he chooses to be close with may not know the "real" him very well at all.
Gilbert would like everyone to think that he's – aside from "awesome" – incredibly tough. He's rather hard-headed, and very impulsive, hardly ever thinking anything through before speaking or acting. This impulsiveness has gotten him into – and, surprisingly, out of – a few rough spots throughout his life, but no matter how many times anyone tells him that he needs to think before he speaks, the advice seems to go in one ear, then right back out the other.
It's obvious from looking at him that he's a very quick-witted and cunning young man, but he doesn't seem to realize his true intellectual potential, and so it's rather wasted on him. While he aspires to greatness, he has no idea of the true abilities he actually possesses, and always seems to fall short of his goals, sometimes even ignoring the goals entirely and opting to do things his own way. However, things hardly ever seem to go the way he'd like, and since he never thinks something over long enough to formulate a plan, all of his endeavors often fall flat before than can reach fruition.
In reality, Gilbert is rather sensitive, although he was raised to never outwardly show his emotions. He can seem heartless and brash at times, but inside his heart could really be aching. He doesn't understand the more sensitive emotions, so while at times he may be proclaiming how awesome it is to be alone, he'll be crying the whole time he's saying it. He truly enjoys the company of others, but he'll never admit that aloud, much less to himself. While he seems to brush off all insults that others fling at him, he tends to take them to heart, and can get depressed easily.
Gilbert can be described as loud, boisterous, eccentric, and down right obnoxious. Really, he is all of these things, but if one has the patience to put up with him long enough, he might just show them his vulnerable side.
History: As a child, Gilbert was never entirely satisfied with mediocrity. Raised from childhood by a man whom Gilbert refers to as "der alte Fritz," or, "Old Fritz," he has little memories of his life before 'Old Fritz' came into the picture. While he speaks highly of this man, claiming that he shaped Gilbert into the person he is today, he becomes rather depressed if his mentor and father-figure is mentioned by others.
Under the influence of his mentor, Gilbert grew up surrounded by music and the arts, learning to play the flute as a child and retaining that knowledge through his adulthood. While his mentor wrote his own music, Gilbert never found himself to be very fond of composing, and confined himself to playing pieces written by the man who raised him.
When the man he so looked up to died, Gilbert was left alone in his late teens, at a bit of a loss for what to do with himself. Needing a goal, Gilbert caught wind of a legendary treasure that no one had ever laid eyes upon. He made it his new mission to find this treasure, although he was rather unsure of what he would do with it once it was found. Deciding that this was for sure what he wanted to do, Gilbert approached the only friend he had ever been able to keep growing up (no one had been able to keep up with or handle his awesomeness). Ludwig - the stoic blond that had always referred to him as bruder – was jerked out of his life-long dream of joining the police force when Gilbert forcibly recruited the man to join his quest for treasure. A bit of scheming and sabotage later, Ludwig had no choice but to stay with Gilbert, if not but to fulfill his promise to Old Fritz that the blond would look after the older man and assure his safety.
Allegiance: Sky Pirate
How They Died:
Gilbert couldn't remember the last time he had seen the sun.
He supposed it was one of the things he never realized he would go without for so long, one of the things he would miss the most. The only thing he missed more than sunlight was the company of another person; the house had been empty for too long, no sounds of people living pervading the air like they used to.
It seemed like an eternity since the war began, his brother's boss was one of those crazy ones, ordering unthinkable and unspeakable things, things that would haunt them to do for the rest of their lives. But with the way things were looking now, they probably wouldn't be alive for much longer, either. Actually, Gilbert didn't know if Ludwig was alive; he didn't know if anyone was alive anymore. He was fairly sure that Russia wasn't; Gilbert had been staying with him for a long time, since the “end” of the war. The Allies had declared him too much of a threat, too dangerous, and his land was divided among other nations in the region, mostly Poland and Russia. As such, he was sent to live with Russia, if it could even be called living. Locked in the man's cellar, allowed minimal food and drink, Gilbert slowly started to go crazy, losing his sense of self in the dark, damp basement that spelled more than his sorrows: it would probably spell his death.
It wasn't too long until he stopped fighting and weakly gave up; it was easier to cooperate, and he found it was less hazardous to his health, as well. Soon he was allowed to roam the house, but it didn't mean anything to him; the faint smiles he was forced to return toward the Russian's “hospitality” never reached his eyes, and the warmth of any food or drink he consumed never reached his heart. He felt like a dead man walking, with no purpose left in life; the damn Russian wouldn't even tell him if his brother had survived the war, what the Allies had done with him.
And then one day...he was gone. Ivan left the house for something, and simply never came back, leaving Gilbert all alone with his thoughts and his hunger. At first, it was the usual hunger pangs slightly intensified. It became an entire-body ache that slowly worked its' way through his numbed limbs, until finally Gilbert could hardly move. He sat himself on the empty kitchen floor, surrounded by empty cupboards and only painful memories to keep him company. There was nothing to eat, no one to talk to, and the pain was slowly eating away at the Prussian's mind, heart, and soul.
After days of lying on the kitchen floor with only his worries about his brother and regrets about the war to keep him company, Gilbert's thoughts finally slowed to a stop. The hunger had become too much, and he had cried himself dry; the dried tear stains left his skin salt-caked and cracking from the cold. With the last little bit of strength he could muster, he pulled the iron cross from around his neck and held it weakly in his palm, staring at it even as his vision started to blur and blacken around the edges.
“Es tut mir leid, West.”
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow, of course~ <3
Country of Origin: Prussia
Gender Male
Age: 20
Height: 5' 8" (177 cm)
Weight: 143 lbs.
Appearance: Standing at around five-feet-eight-inches, Gilbert is rather short for someone of his origins. He's got a smaller frame, with a bit of muscle on his upper body, and is generally small and slender. He tells everyone that his size is due to poor nutrition as a child, but whether this is true or not is anyone's guess. The smaller stature could, in reality, be attributed to his ancestral ties to the Baltic state of Lithuania. However, if brought up, Gilbert will fervently deny any connection he might have to being of Baltic origin – in his mind, he is one-hundred-and-fifty-percent Prussian.
His hair is platinum blond, and falls just across his forehead in a gentle decline around his face, not quite covering his ears. The light-colored strands are layered around the crown of his head, longer at the top and shorter toward the nape of his neck. His eyes are a dramatic red-violet color, and show an arrogance and dangerous edge of intelligence that isn't as obvious in his actions or words.
His normal, daily attire as a crew member is quite plain – a creamy, off-white shirt with a wide collar that lays open for a third of his chest, over a pair of a tan breaches that stop at the knees. His shoes are plain black, with white spatterdash guards that reach from the knee to the tops of his shoes, converting the plain shoes into plain boots. His knee-length navy jacket, trimmed with elaborate gold piping and buttons, hangs open around his slender frame, giving him a slightly larger looking silhouette.
Gilbert has also been seen wearing an outfit consisting of tan breaches, black spatterdash boots, and an olive-colored vest. Along with these, a frilly white cravat hangs from his neck, and a navy jacket with red collar and cuffs, trimmed with gold piping rests on his shoulders. A black tricorn hat with gold piping and a red carnation rests on his head.
His choice in weaponry, while different, is effective. He is almost constantly armed with a German Luger, which lies on his hip in a holster, next to a small satchel of bullets. Next to the Luger, attached at his belt, is a finely crafted blade in a leather scabbard. The hilt of the blade is shaped to fit a hand, while the end of the hilt is shaped like the head of a lion, with rubies for eyes. Out of the lion's mouth extends in the hand guard of the hilt. A decorated leather strap dangles from the handle of the blade. On one side of the blade is engraved, "Suum cuique," a Latin phrase meaning, "To each his own." On the other side is engraved, "Jedem das Seine," which is a German translation of the same.
Crew member of: The Imperial Eagle
Status: Captain
Pet: Gilbird
Crest: Crest of The Imperial Eagle
Personality: With all of his proclamations of greatness and being awesome, Gilbert is actually a rather complex young man. His true emotions and self are reserved from almost everyone, and even the select few that he chooses to be close with may not know the "real" him very well at all.
Gilbert would like everyone to think that he's – aside from "awesome" – incredibly tough. He's rather hard-headed, and very impulsive, hardly ever thinking anything through before speaking or acting. This impulsiveness has gotten him into – and, surprisingly, out of – a few rough spots throughout his life, but no matter how many times anyone tells him that he needs to think before he speaks, the advice seems to go in one ear, then right back out the other.
It's obvious from looking at him that he's a very quick-witted and cunning young man, but he doesn't seem to realize his true intellectual potential, and so it's rather wasted on him. While he aspires to greatness, he has no idea of the true abilities he actually possesses, and always seems to fall short of his goals, sometimes even ignoring the goals entirely and opting to do things his own way. However, things hardly ever seem to go the way he'd like, and since he never thinks something over long enough to formulate a plan, all of his endeavors often fall flat before than can reach fruition.
In reality, Gilbert is rather sensitive, although he was raised to never outwardly show his emotions. He can seem heartless and brash at times, but inside his heart could really be aching. He doesn't understand the more sensitive emotions, so while at times he may be proclaiming how awesome it is to be alone, he'll be crying the whole time he's saying it. He truly enjoys the company of others, but he'll never admit that aloud, much less to himself. While he seems to brush off all insults that others fling at him, he tends to take them to heart, and can get depressed easily.
Gilbert can be described as loud, boisterous, eccentric, and down right obnoxious. Really, he is all of these things, but if one has the patience to put up with him long enough, he might just show them his vulnerable side.
History: As a child, Gilbert was never entirely satisfied with mediocrity. Raised from childhood by a man whom Gilbert refers to as "der alte Fritz," or, "Old Fritz," he has little memories of his life before 'Old Fritz' came into the picture. While he speaks highly of this man, claiming that he shaped Gilbert into the person he is today, he becomes rather depressed if his mentor and father-figure is mentioned by others.
Under the influence of his mentor, Gilbert grew up surrounded by music and the arts, learning to play the flute as a child and retaining that knowledge through his adulthood. While his mentor wrote his own music, Gilbert never found himself to be very fond of composing, and confined himself to playing pieces written by the man who raised him.
When the man he so looked up to died, Gilbert was left alone in his late teens, at a bit of a loss for what to do with himself. Needing a goal, Gilbert caught wind of a legendary treasure that no one had ever laid eyes upon. He made it his new mission to find this treasure, although he was rather unsure of what he would do with it once it was found. Deciding that this was for sure what he wanted to do, Gilbert approached the only friend he had ever been able to keep growing up (no one had been able to keep up with or handle his awesomeness). Ludwig - the stoic blond that had always referred to him as bruder – was jerked out of his life-long dream of joining the police force when Gilbert forcibly recruited the man to join his quest for treasure. A bit of scheming and sabotage later, Ludwig had no choice but to stay with Gilbert, if not but to fulfill his promise to Old Fritz that the blond would look after the older man and assure his safety.
Allegiance: Sky Pirate
How They Died:
Gilbert couldn't remember the last time he had seen the sun.
He supposed it was one of the things he never realized he would go without for so long, one of the things he would miss the most. The only thing he missed more than sunlight was the company of another person; the house had been empty for too long, no sounds of people living pervading the air like they used to.
It seemed like an eternity since the war began, his brother's boss was one of those crazy ones, ordering unthinkable and unspeakable things, things that would haunt them to do for the rest of their lives. But with the way things were looking now, they probably wouldn't be alive for much longer, either. Actually, Gilbert didn't know if Ludwig was alive; he didn't know if anyone was alive anymore. He was fairly sure that Russia wasn't; Gilbert had been staying with him for a long time, since the “end” of the war. The Allies had declared him too much of a threat, too dangerous, and his land was divided among other nations in the region, mostly Poland and Russia. As such, he was sent to live with Russia, if it could even be called living. Locked in the man's cellar, allowed minimal food and drink, Gilbert slowly started to go crazy, losing his sense of self in the dark, damp basement that spelled more than his sorrows: it would probably spell his death.
It wasn't too long until he stopped fighting and weakly gave up; it was easier to cooperate, and he found it was less hazardous to his health, as well. Soon he was allowed to roam the house, but it didn't mean anything to him; the faint smiles he was forced to return toward the Russian's “hospitality” never reached his eyes, and the warmth of any food or drink he consumed never reached his heart. He felt like a dead man walking, with no purpose left in life; the damn Russian wouldn't even tell him if his brother had survived the war, what the Allies had done with him.
And then one day...he was gone. Ivan left the house for something, and simply never came back, leaving Gilbert all alone with his thoughts and his hunger. At first, it was the usual hunger pangs slightly intensified. It became an entire-body ache that slowly worked its' way through his numbed limbs, until finally Gilbert could hardly move. He sat himself on the empty kitchen floor, surrounded by empty cupboards and only painful memories to keep him company. There was nothing to eat, no one to talk to, and the pain was slowly eating away at the Prussian's mind, heart, and soul.
After days of lying on the kitchen floor with only his worries about his brother and regrets about the war to keep him company, Gilbert's thoughts finally slowed to a stop. The hunger had become too much, and he had cried himself dry; the dried tear stains left his skin salt-caked and cracking from the cold. With the last little bit of strength he could muster, he pulled the iron cross from around his neck and held it weakly in his palm, staring at it even as his vision started to blur and blacken around the edges.
“Es tut mir leid, West.”
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow, of course~ <3