Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 15, 2012 18:13:50 GMT -5
Arthur Kirkland
FULL NAME HERE Arthur Kirkland
NICKNAMES Iggy ,Black Sheep of Europe, Arty
GENDER Male
AGE 16
GRADE 11th
ETHNICITY British
SPECIALTY
Black Magic- This has been practiced in Arthur's family for years, all the way back to 1700s. He loves to curse those who upset him
Medieval Weaponry- Arthur is skilled with a sword and various other weapons from the Midevil era. He was taught by his family and so where his brothers.
YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES
Talking with his "Imaginary" friends
Drinking
Baking and Cooking
Tea
Being at Sea
Black Magic
YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES
The French
The hangover after drinking
Being wrong
American food
Improper grammar
Being made fun of for talking to his Magic friends
FEARS
Arthur fears many things one of are of him being wrong. He hates the fact of being wrong and will never admit it even if it is something that is pretty obvious. He has to much pride in him and thinks to highly of himself to every be wrong .
Another thing he fears is being alone. Its kind of a lame fear but Arthur hates it. He has been alone for a lot of his life because he has many enemys and doesnt get a long with his family.
QUIRKS/ODDITIES
Arthur is very sensitive and awkward around other people. He blushes very easily and is awkward around women and men that he finds attractive.
Arthur has large bushy black eyebrows that stand out against his blond hair like a strawberries in a bowl of peas. He hates being made fun of because them.
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Arthur is sarcastic and enjoys making nasty comments and remarks other than him being some what of a sarcastic jerk he can be quite the gentlemen. After he transferred here from London he made a vow that he would stop being so mean and try to be a gentleman. But it gets hard for him because he hates annoying people like Americans and the French. He hates it when people try and prove him wrong because he has a HUGE ego and believe that everyone should speak the Queens English not what ever English the Americans speak... Due to his large ego and abundance of pride he believes he is the best at everything which includes cooking. If his cooking doesn't kill you it will land you in the bathroom for the entire day and a half. Other than being an egotistical jerk that is attempting to be a gentleman. He is very awkward when affection is shown to him. He trips and stumbles over his words and blushes.
He hates American's with a passion because when he was in school the British teachers taught him that America was evil and betrayed them and a lot of other lies about them. Thus bred him to hate Americans. He also hates the French because they all smoke like chimneys. Also they just care about sex, cheese, and wine. The only alcohol Arthur drinks is hard liquor like Brandy, Wisky and other such things. He hates Beer and Wine
Arthur loves to talk to his little imaginary friends like the fairies, flying mint bunny,the leprechaun and the unicorn among others. Most people cant see them but he doesnt care what other people think he just likes that he can talk to them because they are his friends that dont judge him and understand him like no one else does.
Mr.Kirkland also has a love for the sea. His father told him that he was born on their family boat but Arthur didnt believe it. Their family has long history of sailors, pirates, and navel men that sailed the sea. Among the ocean Arthur also loves learning, he can be considered a "nerd" sometimes because he studies a lot for his tests and reads in his spare time.
Arthur Kirkland is a very unique person who likes to express himself and doesnt really care about what people say. He is easily flustered but is also shy.
Arthur sighed and looked down at his book the title was "Wars Among the Ages" he was quite facinated with the early empires of China and Japan along with the Greek and Roman era. But nothing facinated him more than learning about his own history. He sat locked away in his dorm. He hoped his obnoxious American room mate wouldnt want to come in because he had literly locked the door.
Arthur smiled a little and took a small sip from his tea which he found out was still hot "Bloody Hell" He said burning his tongue "Still hot.." He said articulating his words
He put his tea cup on the saucer when his annoying room mate pounded at the door "Yo! Arty let me in!" He shouted
Arthur cringed at that stupid nickname that was made up for him. He debated in his head weather or not he should let the git in. The Brit sighed to himself and slowly shuffled over to the door unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door.
His room mate pushed passed him and bounded in stomping like some incompetent elephant. Arthur frowned and muttered incoherent words to himself. When you looked about their small dorm you could tell whose side was whose Arthur's was neat and tidy with all his books for his classes alphabetizes, his note books neatly stacked and his pens and pencils were all put in a case with his name labeled on them.
He watched horror struck as two other students walked in to his dorm. The where all being loud obnoxious pigs and trashing the place. Then Arthur saw it... the last straw had been pulled. They knocked over his chair holding his favorite tea cup. He watched as it fell and crashed to the ground. The noise echoed in his head. He packed up his things in about two hours and told the person in charge that he wanted a new room mate
Arthur smiled a little and took a small sip from his tea which he found out was still hot "Bloody Hell" He said burning his tongue "Still hot.." He said articulating his words
He put his tea cup on the saucer when his annoying room mate pounded at the door "Yo! Arty let me in!" He shouted
Arthur cringed at that stupid nickname that was made up for him. He debated in his head weather or not he should let the git in. The Brit sighed to himself and slowly shuffled over to the door unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door.
His room mate pushed passed him and bounded in stomping like some incompetent elephant. Arthur frowned and muttered incoherent words to himself. When you looked about their small dorm you could tell whose side was whose Arthur's was neat and tidy with all his books for his classes alphabetizes, his note books neatly stacked and his pens and pencils were all put in a case with his name labeled on them.
He watched horror struck as two other students walked in to his dorm. The where all being loud obnoxious pigs and trashing the place. Then Arthur saw it... the last straw had been pulled. They knocked over his chair holding his favorite tea cup. He watched as it fell and crashed to the ground. The noise echoed in his head. He packed up his things in about two hours and told the person in charge that he wanted a new room mate
YOUR NAME OR ALIASYou can call me D or Finny... My name is hard to pronounce
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU?My yahoo Dulcebchard@yahoo.com.... Or facebook if you want to add me
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? An ad was posted on my site for it. So i checked it out.
