Post by japan on Sept 27, 2010 21:08:18 GMT -5
Name: Dylan “Scotty” Kirkland
Country of Origin: Scotland
Gender Male
Age: 30
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 175lbs
Appearance:
Crew member of:
Status: First mate
Pet: Nessie the friendly water monster! (J/K)
Crest: N/A
Personality: This Scotsman is true to his heritage: he'll speak his mind and won't beat around the bush. For the most part he’s a laid back person, so whatever he wants to do, he’ll do it - and no one can tell him otherwise (unless it’s Emrys). He can be reasonable when he wants to be, but especially when he’s drunk. You’ll find him more drunk then in a mood to compromise with so it’s best to look for that red flush and slurred words to talk to him about anything you want him to do. He can be controlled relatively easily with booze. He’s a nice guy - but he does have a temper, so if you get him angry he might not do something to you now, but he will get you later.
Most people see Dylan as a jerk, someone who wants to start a fight or rile someone up. It's just a way for Dylan to test his strength. When he was younger he always wanted to be strong to protect his family. So, deep down, hidden under the drunkenness and bluster he has an extreme sense of protection and is willing to do anything for his family. He's incredibly sweet to little kids and loves to spoil them rotten because after his bad parenting with his brothers and sister, he figured that not everyone had to train to become strong. So Dylan is a melting pot of personalities, it just takes awhile to decode his mood and who he really is.
One last thing of note: Dylan can’t cook. He, much like his younger brother Arthur, believes he can. But beware of the inedibility of the food he’ll put in front of you, claiming it’s gourmet. You won’t know what thrift-bin he got it from... or what it is, for that matter.
History: Dylan is the oldest of the Kirkland clan and after their mother died he did his best to raise his brothers and sister. Of course, his rearing wasn't exactly the best. He was told to be strong and keep the family strong before she died and he took that to heart - constantly bullying his younger siblings into trying to make them tougher. Add in his terrible cooking and you can see why he wasn't overly liked. Oh no, in fact the youngest one ran away from home with no warning what-so-ever and Dylan was determined to bring Arthur back to the family. He had searched everywhere on the British Isles and couldn't find him.
Disappointed in himself, he returned home - only to find it empty. Frantic Dylan looked everywhere, but his sister and his other brother where no where to be found. A layer of dust had settled upon the place and Dylan finally realized that he had been gone too long. He had failed at finding Arthur and taking care of his other siblings. He had failed at keeping the family together. In anguish, he sat in a chair and rubbed his eyes to will the tears away. After all men didn't cry. He had to think of what happened. He had to find his siblings. Dylan just had to make things right, and sitting there crying wasn't going to solve anything. So, vowing to the Kirkland's lost mother that he'd find his family and bring them all together again. And most of all, make amends for the mistakes he had made.
Allegiance: Currently Unknown
How They Died:
A cool breeze wound it’s self around Scotland like a cold embrace. The nation looked at the monument in front of him that was dedicated to William Wallace. The Scotsman stood in traditional Scottish clothing. A red kilt with a sash over his right shoulder and black boots upon his feet that matched the knee length socks. His hands were covered with leather gloves and his right one rested on a hilt of a claymore. But it wasn’t just any claymore it was Williams and here on this day of William’s death. Scotland was here to pay his respects to an old friend, a good friend, a brother that wasn’t of blood. Scotland’s green eyes were tired looking, especially with the black bags underneath them. His usually wild red hair was actually tame and only added to the look of weakness and illness. Scotland may not have been much in the Great War years ago. But he and his citizens did fight it, but now it seemed like, even with peace, that Scotland would not last. Not with the constant cold war between him and his brother England. And now…today it was going. Scotland took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“You fought for me, so long ago Uilleam. For my freedom, against my brother.” Scotland said as he stepped forward and placed a pale hand against the white stones that where warmed from the kisses of the sun. It felt comforting to Scotland and he rested his head against the stone next. “I’m…glad you’re not here. Because today…”
“Oi! Scotland!” Came the all too familiar voice of his little brother England. Scotland straightened himself and turned around to see the fury and power of England. He had gotten stronger the past few days. The United Kingdom…had gotten stronger. England was wearing old armor but it had been polished for this day and a sword rested at his hip.
“No need to be so loud Arthur and I know what you want…” Scotland said as he raised a hand up to his face and pressed one finger against his lips in a shushing motion. After all Arthur could wake the dead with such a voice and he didn’t want William witnessing what was going to happen. Because it could be victory or it could be death. Scotland couldn’t help but have it lean to the latter. He felt weaker and he knew, no he felt England’s strength from where he was standing. Scotland lifted the claymore and took a defensive stance. “You want my land; you want the United Kingdom to be the only name of the island. That is why you are here. Sadly, you will have to kill me for it.”
“I know that you git!” growled England as he took out his sword and waited just for a moment before he charged forward.
Scotland quickly blocked but England parried. The clash of metal on metal rang through the quiet forest. The battle raged on and both of them gained injuries. Still Scotland felt like he was slowing down or England despite the slash on his leg was getting faster. As the brother continued to fight the weaken metal of the claymore, began to break. With a faithful strike of England’s Excalibur, the claymore snapped in half, and the silver steal of Excalibur met flesh and bone.
Scotland fell to the ground and the blood from his breast hit splashed at England’s face and neck. The older Kirkland coughed and clutched at his chest as his younger brother stood over him. Blood dribbled down Scotland’s cheek as he tried to speak. It took him a moment until his vocals finally decided to work.
“N-never…thought you had it in ya.” Scotland coughed as he tried to chuckle. England’s stained scowl deepened and soon Arthur was grabbing onto Scotland’s collar and bringing him up so his neck rested against the Excalibur’s edge.
“It’s not very hard, when I remember you…When I see your face and I remember all of the bad things you did! All the scars I have received begin to burn and my hatred grows.” England snarled and it only made Scotland laugh more.
“Aye, I was horrible wasn’t I? But you don’t remember…no mother erased that from your memory…” he coughed and England’s face became confused. “No worried now laddie…just remember. I live within my people. You may have my land…and killed my body. But I will live in my culture and you…will not destroy that.”
“How do you know that?! I will I will! I don’t want to remember you and I will completely destroy you!” England roared, and that made Scotland choke.
“I-If you wish…but despite that, y-you will…remember these words. I love you my little brother…I always will.”
Scotland went still, his green eyes dull and his chest no longer heaved with the desperate chance of gaining air. It was on that hour that the Queen of England declared the United Kingdom was complete. It was also then, the nation of England yelled to the sun in the sky and tears washed away the blood of a brother that despite being cruel, had taught him everything and finally fell in blood, but peacefully, to death at the younger ones hands.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow!
Country of Origin: Scotland
Gender Male
Age: 30
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 175lbs
Appearance:
Crew member of:
Status: First mate
Pet: Nessie the friendly water monster! (J/K)
Crest: N/A
Personality: This Scotsman is true to his heritage: he'll speak his mind and won't beat around the bush. For the most part he’s a laid back person, so whatever he wants to do, he’ll do it - and no one can tell him otherwise (unless it’s Emrys). He can be reasonable when he wants to be, but especially when he’s drunk. You’ll find him more drunk then in a mood to compromise with so it’s best to look for that red flush and slurred words to talk to him about anything you want him to do. He can be controlled relatively easily with booze. He’s a nice guy - but he does have a temper, so if you get him angry he might not do something to you now, but he will get you later.
Most people see Dylan as a jerk, someone who wants to start a fight or rile someone up. It's just a way for Dylan to test his strength. When he was younger he always wanted to be strong to protect his family. So, deep down, hidden under the drunkenness and bluster he has an extreme sense of protection and is willing to do anything for his family. He's incredibly sweet to little kids and loves to spoil them rotten because after his bad parenting with his brothers and sister, he figured that not everyone had to train to become strong. So Dylan is a melting pot of personalities, it just takes awhile to decode his mood and who he really is.
One last thing of note: Dylan can’t cook. He, much like his younger brother Arthur, believes he can. But beware of the inedibility of the food he’ll put in front of you, claiming it’s gourmet. You won’t know what thrift-bin he got it from... or what it is, for that matter.
History: Dylan is the oldest of the Kirkland clan and after their mother died he did his best to raise his brothers and sister. Of course, his rearing wasn't exactly the best. He was told to be strong and keep the family strong before she died and he took that to heart - constantly bullying his younger siblings into trying to make them tougher. Add in his terrible cooking and you can see why he wasn't overly liked. Oh no, in fact the youngest one ran away from home with no warning what-so-ever and Dylan was determined to bring Arthur back to the family. He had searched everywhere on the British Isles and couldn't find him.
Disappointed in himself, he returned home - only to find it empty. Frantic Dylan looked everywhere, but his sister and his other brother where no where to be found. A layer of dust had settled upon the place and Dylan finally realized that he had been gone too long. He had failed at finding Arthur and taking care of his other siblings. He had failed at keeping the family together. In anguish, he sat in a chair and rubbed his eyes to will the tears away. After all men didn't cry. He had to think of what happened. He had to find his siblings. Dylan just had to make things right, and sitting there crying wasn't going to solve anything. So, vowing to the Kirkland's lost mother that he'd find his family and bring them all together again. And most of all, make amends for the mistakes he had made.
Allegiance: Currently Unknown
How They Died:
A cool breeze wound it’s self around Scotland like a cold embrace. The nation looked at the monument in front of him that was dedicated to William Wallace. The Scotsman stood in traditional Scottish clothing. A red kilt with a sash over his right shoulder and black boots upon his feet that matched the knee length socks. His hands were covered with leather gloves and his right one rested on a hilt of a claymore. But it wasn’t just any claymore it was Williams and here on this day of William’s death. Scotland was here to pay his respects to an old friend, a good friend, a brother that wasn’t of blood. Scotland’s green eyes were tired looking, especially with the black bags underneath them. His usually wild red hair was actually tame and only added to the look of weakness and illness. Scotland may not have been much in the Great War years ago. But he and his citizens did fight it, but now it seemed like, even with peace, that Scotland would not last. Not with the constant cold war between him and his brother England. And now…today it was going. Scotland took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“You fought for me, so long ago Uilleam. For my freedom, against my brother.” Scotland said as he stepped forward and placed a pale hand against the white stones that where warmed from the kisses of the sun. It felt comforting to Scotland and he rested his head against the stone next. “I’m…glad you’re not here. Because today…”
“Oi! Scotland!” Came the all too familiar voice of his little brother England. Scotland straightened himself and turned around to see the fury and power of England. He had gotten stronger the past few days. The United Kingdom…had gotten stronger. England was wearing old armor but it had been polished for this day and a sword rested at his hip.
“No need to be so loud Arthur and I know what you want…” Scotland said as he raised a hand up to his face and pressed one finger against his lips in a shushing motion. After all Arthur could wake the dead with such a voice and he didn’t want William witnessing what was going to happen. Because it could be victory or it could be death. Scotland couldn’t help but have it lean to the latter. He felt weaker and he knew, no he felt England’s strength from where he was standing. Scotland lifted the claymore and took a defensive stance. “You want my land; you want the United Kingdom to be the only name of the island. That is why you are here. Sadly, you will have to kill me for it.”
“I know that you git!” growled England as he took out his sword and waited just for a moment before he charged forward.
Scotland quickly blocked but England parried. The clash of metal on metal rang through the quiet forest. The battle raged on and both of them gained injuries. Still Scotland felt like he was slowing down or England despite the slash on his leg was getting faster. As the brother continued to fight the weaken metal of the claymore, began to break. With a faithful strike of England’s Excalibur, the claymore snapped in half, and the silver steal of Excalibur met flesh and bone.
Scotland fell to the ground and the blood from his breast hit splashed at England’s face and neck. The older Kirkland coughed and clutched at his chest as his younger brother stood over him. Blood dribbled down Scotland’s cheek as he tried to speak. It took him a moment until his vocals finally decided to work.
“N-never…thought you had it in ya.” Scotland coughed as he tried to chuckle. England’s stained scowl deepened and soon Arthur was grabbing onto Scotland’s collar and bringing him up so his neck rested against the Excalibur’s edge.
“It’s not very hard, when I remember you…When I see your face and I remember all of the bad things you did! All the scars I have received begin to burn and my hatred grows.” England snarled and it only made Scotland laugh more.
“Aye, I was horrible wasn’t I? But you don’t remember…no mother erased that from your memory…” he coughed and England’s face became confused. “No worried now laddie…just remember. I live within my people. You may have my land…and killed my body. But I will live in my culture and you…will not destroy that.”
“How do you know that?! I will I will! I don’t want to remember you and I will completely destroy you!” England roared, and that made Scotland choke.
“I-If you wish…but despite that, y-you will…remember these words. I love you my little brother…I always will.”
Scotland went still, his green eyes dull and his chest no longer heaved with the desperate chance of gaining air. It was on that hour that the Queen of England declared the United Kingdom was complete. It was also then, the nation of England yelled to the sun in the sky and tears washed away the blood of a brother that despite being cruel, had taught him everything and finally fell in blood, but peacefully, to death at the younger ones hands.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Jack Sparrow!