Peter Kirkland || Sealand

[Peter Kirkland]

PETER KIRKLAND

FULL NAME HERE Peter Kirkland
NICKNAMES Peter, Sea, Houdini
GENDER Male
AGE Fourteen
GRADE Freshman (Ninth)
ETHNICITY English/British
SPECIALTY Pistols and Escapism
Sealand has never been one for close combat. His strength is average at best, and he's never wanted to be close enough to see lights leaving his target's eyes. He does, however, have an affinity for staying average, in the middle, and that includes his choices of weapons. He likes pistols more than any other gun, more particularly an ALFA Combat pistol that he carries everywhere, despite the academy's rules. He also is very good at slipping away unnoticed, either with smoke bombs and other distractions, or just generally escaping. It's for this reason he's nicknamed Houdini: He's never even gotten a detention (by himself, at least), because he was never caught near the scene of a crime.



YOUR CHARACTER'S LIKES

• The Ocean - It's his best friend. Literally. As you can gather, he spends every shred of his free time just talking to it. It's almost as though it's his home, and he has a wish that he could just set off across it and never look back.
  
• His Hat - He stumbled upon it while perusing stores when he was littler. It seemed familiar, so he bought it. It's been on his head ever since, whether or not he's supposed to. His teachers have given up on getting him to take it off. The colour reminds him of the ocean, and it's tattered and beaten up, something like him.
  
• Winter - It's the season when no one is at the beach. A wonderful time to spend with his friend, and the cold doesn't bother him like it should. Though he isn't a huge fan of ice and snow, he still likes being able to be alone with his good friend.
  
• Sketching - It's the one form of a creative outlet he's found. When he's bored, he can just start doodling, and eventually a beautiful piece of artwork will spring out at him from the lines. He's actually fairly good at it, but he never really shows anyone. Despite the other kids' claims that drawing is a girly activity, he still doodles all the time. During class, sitting in trees, next to the ocean... He most commonly draws landscapes - One guess as to what, exactly.
  
• Sunny Days - He's always had an affinity for the brighter side of weather, but it's become stronger since he found his attachment to the ocean. They tend to give him the confidence he needs to get through each day.
  
• Sailing - Though he isn't the fondest of the open sea nowadays, he still enjoys occasionally enjoying the waves - so long as he stays within sight of shore, and it's a good day.
  
• Tree Climbing - He can climb trees that most others can't (And maybe that's why he's so good at the rock wall in gym class). When he has nothing else to do, he climbs in trees over top of people and scares them as they pass by.
  
• Cooking - Since his childhood, he's remembered the distinctive taste his older brother made him acquire, and he's convinced he needs to recreate it - whether or not he gets sick while doing so.

YOUR CHARACTER'S DISLIKES

• Thinking about his past - It depresses him, sometimes to the point that he'll have a lapse and thinks he's back in his older brother's home.
  
• Storms - After his close call when he was eight (however willing it was), he really just doesn't like storms. Any sort of thunder, lightning, or combination of the two makes him unnerved. It's not that he's scared of them so much as he just hates them.
  
• Social situations - He just is really awkward. He can't keep a conversation going for very long, and he tends to resort back to being withdrawn and quiet if someone gets to be too "up in his face".
  
• Blood - He just generally can't stand it. The copper-laden scent it gives off, its terrible shade of maroon... He avoids it when he can, and when he can't, he'll just close his eyes and plug his nose and pretend that nothing's wrong. It’s for this reason that he goes for kill shots rather than for pain, and never sticks around after.
  
• Cats - He tends to be uneasy around any sort of feline, domestic or not, but never wants to feel “rude” to them, so he deals with it most of the time.
  
• Being alone - Even though he isn't one for conversation, he'd rather be in a room with a lot of people. Being alone takes him back to his days in the orphanage, which weren't pleasant no matter how much he tries to delude himself otherwise.

FEARS

• Being forgotten. It's something that's haunted him his whole life, from the moment he was left at the orphanage - even before that. If everyone were to stop noticing him, even if it's only a little while, he's almost scared that he'll just vanish into oblivion.
  
• Being underground - With his attunement to open air and sailing, it's no wonder that he's more than a bit scared of being stuck underground. For one, it's dark, and who isn't scared of that? Cramped, meaning that he couldn't even move, and he'd quickly run out of air, so it could easily lead to his death.

QUIRKS/ODDITIES

• He wears a blue sailor’s hat anywhere he goes, whether inside or out, whether rude or not. He ignores anyone who asks him to take it off, and therefore it’s become a little worn and tattered. It seems a bit faded since the day he got it, but the boy hasn’t noticed.
  
• He has a habit of ending statements with phrases like “Y’know” and “dontcha think”, but he doesn’t expect answers. It’s a habit he picked up when he had to make sure people were paying attention to him.
  
• He’s connected to the ocean enough that he visits the school beach every day to “speak with” it. It’s something like a daily routine of his, but he goes there during almost every free moment he has. He even has his own fish bowl in his dorm room, which he tells his dreams to (most of the time).

OVERALL PERSONALITY At first glance, at least when he’s around others, Peter seems to be just like any other twelve-year-old kid. He's hyperactive and has a bit of a reckless streak to him. He loves to pull pranks on people he doesn't like, and he loves just playing around. It does show, though, that he hasn't always been this way. He still doesn't completely open up to others. He's a bit of a wallflower, not really throwing himself into the middle of anything. Though he doesn't put himself into conversations, he can keep one going. Generally, he has an almost contagious smile on his face, and has the valuable attribute of wanting to cheer his friends (though he doesn’t have many) up no matter what. This can often get on people's nerves, though he doesn't seem to notice. Peter also has a bit of difficulty recognizing the atmosphere. Though he can almost tell when someone is moody, he can't really recognize when he should just stop trying to cheer them up.
As people tend to not realize, Peter never really did have friends when he was younger. As such, he's a bit awkward in social situations, though it doesn't show until a conversation has gone on for too long. When he gets really comfortable with someone (which hasn't ever happened yet), it takes a bit of pressing to get him to pause, as his hyperactive tendencies take over at that point. He almost has the patience of a saint, but while he won't lash out at many things, when he does it takes quite some time to get him calmed down again. He tends to take his anger out on his best friend, the ocean. He'll stomp on the sand, kick the waves, and break shells once he gets the chance. Thankfully, this doesn't happen often, but there are some times when it’s just too much for the kid.
When it comes to his own opinion of himself, Peter thinks one of two ways depending on how good of a mood he's in. Usually, he thinks he's fairly cheery. He's not really brooding, and he's a normal, average person with an average past. But when he thinks too much about his past, about his family that abandoned him... He starts sulking. And not just a regular sulk. Not just a few moments of sob-story thinking. He goes at it for quite some time. He has a new little rowboat within his belongings, and when he starts sulking he goes to sit in it. He stares at the wood grain and at the ocean and wonders who'd miss him. This doesn't happen often, not in the slightest. But it does happen. He knows he'd regret it, though. He hasn't actually attempted to kill himself since the first time.
In the entire world, Peter has a sole friend that he can confide in. It's not a person. He can't trust people, not ever. His best friend is the sea. He doesn't know why, but he just feels connected to it. When he isn't in school, he's spending the time just sitting on the shore, staring at the blue-green waves. He has moments when he just can’t be alone, and those are the times that he goes to the ocean. He satisfies his feelings by speaking to the ocean. Telling it of his dreams, his fears, his experiences... It's his best way of keeping calm and cheerful.
His ultimate fear is being forgotten. Peter Kirkland isn't exactly the most popular kid in the world, and he knows that people don't always pay attention to him, but he knows that they do sometimes. People would notice if he was gone. And his only legitimate fear is that shred of recognition disappearing. Eventually, Peter dreams of having a family. Someone to care for him and love him forever, who would never leave him. He knows that's impossible, though, so he has a more realistic goal in mind: To finally leave the academy, and to discover a new land that nobody's ever heard of, that was never mentioned in their books. He sometimes wonders what would happen. Would he be hailed as a hero? The first inhabitant of a brand new land? It's wishful thinking and childish, he knows, but it can't hurt to dream.

The boy known as Peter Kirkland blinked himself awake, staring up at the ceiling of his little shack. The sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in his head, making the boy smile. He sat up, looking blearily around, and his eyes settled on his backpack. A surge of terror shot through him. When had it fallen off? Did he still have everything? He opened it swiftly, digging through the small bag. Satisfied that he wasn't missing anything, he shut the clasp again and swung it around his shoulders, getting to his feet. After a quick glance into the piece of reflective glass he called a mirror, he stumbled outside, suddenly tripping into a strong gust of wind.

"No need to be like that! I'm up, I promise!" Almost as if in response, the wind slowed slightly, allowing him to work his way to the edge of the outcropping and hop down the few feet to the seaside. His feet were just touching the waves, but he resisted the urge to kick off his boots and walk into the surf. Instead, he shook his head, sighing, and started to speak, softly at first.

"I had the same dream last night. That fire, and all the smoke." The ocean crashed in response. "I just keep feeling so helpless... It's like someone is trying to help me." He paused, staring down at his boots. "I feel like somebody is there, trying to get me out, but I'm pushing them away." Peter swallowed thickly, continuing a little louder. "Why would I do that? I can... I can accept help, can't I? Even if it's my dream, I should be allowed to accept help. Right?" There was no answer from the waves, only a consistent ebb and flow. Peter rubbed at his forehead, laughing slightly.

"The kids at school keep calling me 'Sea'. Just because I talk to you all the time." Peter let out a loud laugh, before covering his mouth. Who knows who would be out at this time? "I mean, really... I think it's a silly name. But it reminds me of something... I'm not sure what..." The boy paused again.

"... You can call me Sea if you want."

YOUR NAME OR ALIAS Tainn, or Sea
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? Youtube (Channel name: Tainnryst) or Fanfiction.net (Tairuchi)
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Solus Hetalia

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Welcome to the Academy.... Peter Kirkland!

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