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Mun information
Name: Bird
LJ: alouette_sparra
Contact: Contact through LJ
Age/Birthdate: 21
Characters already played here: None
Character information
Character's Name: The Kingdom of Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt
Series: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Age: approximately 625 years old, but appearance wise, around 20.
Timeline: 1815, just before the Treaty of Paris
Canon Resource Link:
As a nation: Pretty much everything once he gets the name Prussia. The Teutonic Order, which was what he started out as. The Napoleonic Wars, which had just ended prior to him getting taken away.
As a person: Not as much to go on here… So, here's the Hetalia wiki article on him. Also, scroll down, because there's a little more info here about his personality and history.
Since I'm pulling him from right after the formation of the German Confederation, it's worth noting that he is not going to be afraid of or angry at Russia, simply because the events that cause that have not happened yet.
Personality:
The fiHe is quite arrogant and thinks that he is better than everyone else. Because he is so arrogant, it can lead to his downfall. As an example, in the 1400s, he was so confident that he had defeated Poland in battle that he failed to notice Lithuania until it was too late. Still, this doesn't dissuade him from acting superior at all. In fact, even if he's feeling depressed, he will still try to convince himself that it's better to be sad and that he's too 'awesome' for whatever it is that is the source of his upset (for instance, if he's alone, it's because he's so great he doesn't need to be with others). If he's afraid? It's not fear, it's excitement!
Having been 'born' for the sole purpose of fighting wars, fighting is something he is exceptionally good at. He loves to fight, as well, and has been known to start fights for the fun of it. It's also the reason he is somewhat lacking in manners; most of his 'youth' was spent on the battlefield and amongst knights and soldiers, not in a noble court. As such, by the time he finally started learning such things as etiquette, he was already quite used to being allowed to be rowdy and a bit crude.
He tends to yet be a bit flustered around women, being unsure how to act around them. This is mostly because he grew up surrounded by men, and even to this day does not often interact with women. After all, he is still first and foremost a soldier, and the military is no place for a woman.
Despite his poor manners and arrogance, he is at heart a very diligent soldier. As such, he can buckle down and be serious about work. However, he does need proper motivation to do so, because he is somewhat easily bored… at which point, he'll need encouragement to stay on task, otherwise he'll find something else to do.
Earn his respect and he will be quite devoted and loyal… though it won't make him any more polite, or any less arrogant.
Also, though he has only just gotten his little brother back, he feels like he ought to be a good big brother and watch out for him. So he's likely to be especially aggressive about trying to escape, and will worry about how the German Confederation is doing without him there.
He does have a slight tendency towards foul language, simply because he lacks good manners and is a bit of a typical rough soldier.
Powers: He is a nation, so there is the expected connection to his citizens, as well as to the overall status of his nation. Though, because of this, the only way to actually kill him for good would be to destroy his nation (although even that doesn't seem to quite work, since he has made canon appearances after the dissolution of Prussia). However, the body is still human and can be hurt and killed, so we'll say that it's likely he'll heal a bit faster and more thoroughly on his own than a normal human, and can probably endure a bit more before keeling over. He's also probably a bit used to being dead and recovering from it, given his fondness for fighting.
Because of his long history of war, he's an excellent fighter. He's also shown to be quite stealthy when he needs/wants to be.
Since those aren't supernatural powers, here is his utterly useless power.
He has a little yellow bird, which he can now understand when it chirps. No other birds or animals, though. Just that specific bird.
Appearance:
He is 177cm tall (approximately 5'9") and has a moderately muscled build. Beneath clothes, it's apparent that he's quite solid. However, he does not look like he works out. Rather, his musculature is more that of a career soldier (for obvious reasons). Since it's mostly lean muscle and not visible bulk, he is actually stronger than he appears.
He does look almost like the stereotypical albino, with red eyes and pale hair and skin, although his hair is more of a platinum blond than pure white. He keeps his hair cut short; the style itself is somewhat messy. Most often, he can be seen with a slight smirk on his face.
And some art!
1|2|3 (1st is for colouration, 2nd is for his uniform which is the one on the left, 3rd is for overall build)
Suitability/eligibility: N/A
The three magic words are: Sheep. Sissy. Black. (Which is the order you get them in if you read the FAQs and rules in the order linked to on the navigation page. They don't have to be in 1,2,3 order, do they?)
Third-Person Sample:
He groaned quietly and rolled over, burying his face into the thick pillow he rested on. There was a ray of sunlight that was shining right on his face, distrupting his sleep.
When he found out who had drawn the curtains back from around the bed, he was going to make their life a living Hell. He needed his sleep, damn it! The recently ended war had left him still sore and tired from the numerous casualties, not to mention what extended campaigns did to his economy. Besides that, he had spent as much time as possible out on the front lines, in the thick of battle, and had received injuries from that as well.
However, the sun was persistent, and a nagging feeling of something being not quite right soon pressed into his brain. The first thing wrong, now that he reluctantly thought about it, was that there was only one pillow beneath him, and it was in a cotton pillowcase at that. Now, he was hardly an expert at the fine things in life, preferring to leave such boring pursuits to a certain stuffy aristocrat, but he was certain in this much: the night before, he had fallen asleep on a lot more pillows than just one, and they had all been covered in some sort of smooth, slippery fabric that felt very nice to the touch.
Once he was assured of the fact that this was most emphatically not where he fell asleep the night before, he sat straight up, hand searching out a weapon and finding none.
He looked around the room, taking in the very simple furnishings. It appeared to be a hospital room, maybe. Although, if it was, he still couldn't place why he was here. There wasn't the lingering agony that accompanied recovering from being dead, and as far as he could tell he wasn't seriously injured in any way. Even if he was, he couldn't recall having ever seen any room quite like this in any of the hospitals he had ever been in.
A look down revealed that he was in a plain looking white night-gown. Definitely not what I went to sleep in, he thought, idly plucking at the fabric over his chest in mild distaste.
Having established that he had no weaponry anywhere near his person, and knowing that he wasn't going to find any answers just laying about, he got up and strode quickly over to the wardrobe he'd spotted during his survey of the room. The door was flung open hard enough that it smacked against the wall with a bang. Inside were three of his uniforms. That was all. No rifle, no sword, no daggers, no pistol… Just those three uniforms. Oh, there didn't seem to be any of his other clothes in there either. Come to think of it, didn't he only have two of that uniform, and weren't both particularly worn and bloodied? "…What is this shit?!"
If there had been any birds outside the building, they'd have likely flown off at the sound of his yell.
"This is… how the… Where am I?" Prussia scowled at the three uniforms and slammed the wardrobe door shut hard enough to knock it slightly loose from it's upper hinge. He stormed towards the door, about ready to kick it down and demand some answers.
Someone was definitely going to regret being born when he got to the bottom of this. With any luck, it wouldn't be himself.
First-Person Sample:
1 November 1815(?)
I was not very awesome today. But don't tell anyone! If anyone asks, today was one of my more amazing days.
Honestly, though, today… sucked. That is the only way to describe a day where I wake up in some weird place with no idea how I got here or where I am. At least I didn't storm out of this room looking for answers in the night-gown I was in. I almost did. I guess Old Fritz is still looking out for me, though, because I realised just in time that it wouldn't be good to be unprepared for whatever is out there.
I really wish I had some weapons, though. I'd settle for a stupid boot-knife! Except I can't seem to find anything here that would work. Maybe this pencil I'm using, if I can sharpen it enough… except I have nothing to sharpen it with. And any tool that would do that would probably be a better weapon than a damn pencil.
…I haven't left this room yet. It's not that I'm scared. I'm way too awesome to be scared of something as silly as waking up in a weird place. Hah! This is exciting! I can't wait to go out there!
I just thought maybe I should write this stuff down. Just in case. Always gotta be prepared for things, you know?
::The next few words are obscured by a great many scribbles of the pencil, although if one squinted they might make out the words 'worri', 'ermn Confdti', and 'itz'.::
Okay! No point putting this off any longer! I am going to get some answers!
Anything else? Okay, so. As mentioned earlier, in a lot of artwork, he's featured with this little yellow bird. It also shows up in the anime, occasionally flying around his head, or delivering messages. Eventually he does become aware of it, during an April Fool's Day thing for the webcomic/blog of Hetalia (although this occurs in the modern day). I'd like for him to be able to keep it, even though at this point in time I don't think he's aware of it. (Mostly because I kind of like the idea of him freaking out at first because he's not aware of the bird and thinking they may be right about him being here because he's insane, because he's hearing someone talk who isn't there. And then when he finds out it's the bird, and no one else can understand it…)
Name: Bird
LJ: alouette_sparra
Contact: Contact through LJ
Age/Birthdate: 21
Characters already played here: None
Character information
Character's Name: The Kingdom of Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt
Series: Hetalia: Axis Powers
Age: approximately 625 years old, but appearance wise, around 20.
Timeline: 1815, just before the Treaty of Paris
Canon Resource Link:
As a nation: Pretty much everything once he gets the name Prussia. The Teutonic Order, which was what he started out as. The Napoleonic Wars, which had just ended prior to him getting taken away.
As a person: Not as much to go on here… So, here's the Hetalia wiki article on him. Also, scroll down, because there's a little more info here about his personality and history.
Since I'm pulling him from right after the formation of the German Confederation, it's worth noting that he is not going to be afraid of or angry at Russia, simply because the events that cause that have not happened yet.
Personality:
The fiHe is quite arrogant and thinks that he is better than everyone else. Because he is so arrogant, it can lead to his downfall. As an example, in the 1400s, he was so confident that he had defeated Poland in battle that he failed to notice Lithuania until it was too late. Still, this doesn't dissuade him from acting superior at all. In fact, even if he's feeling depressed, he will still try to convince himself that it's better to be sad and that he's too 'awesome' for whatever it is that is the source of his upset (for instance, if he's alone, it's because he's so great he doesn't need to be with others). If he's afraid? It's not fear, it's excitement!
Having been 'born' for the sole purpose of fighting wars, fighting is something he is exceptionally good at. He loves to fight, as well, and has been known to start fights for the fun of it. It's also the reason he is somewhat lacking in manners; most of his 'youth' was spent on the battlefield and amongst knights and soldiers, not in a noble court. As such, by the time he finally started learning such things as etiquette, he was already quite used to being allowed to be rowdy and a bit crude.
He tends to yet be a bit flustered around women, being unsure how to act around them. This is mostly because he grew up surrounded by men, and even to this day does not often interact with women. After all, he is still first and foremost a soldier, and the military is no place for a woman.
Despite his poor manners and arrogance, he is at heart a very diligent soldier. As such, he can buckle down and be serious about work. However, he does need proper motivation to do so, because he is somewhat easily bored… at which point, he'll need encouragement to stay on task, otherwise he'll find something else to do.
Earn his respect and he will be quite devoted and loyal… though it won't make him any more polite, or any less arrogant.
Also, though he has only just gotten his little brother back, he feels like he ought to be a good big brother and watch out for him. So he's likely to be especially aggressive about trying to escape, and will worry about how the German Confederation is doing without him there.
He does have a slight tendency towards foul language, simply because he lacks good manners and is a bit of a typical rough soldier.
Powers: He is a nation, so there is the expected connection to his citizens, as well as to the overall status of his nation. Though, because of this, the only way to actually kill him for good would be to destroy his nation (although even that doesn't seem to quite work, since he has made canon appearances after the dissolution of Prussia). However, the body is still human and can be hurt and killed, so we'll say that it's likely he'll heal a bit faster and more thoroughly on his own than a normal human, and can probably endure a bit more before keeling over. He's also probably a bit used to being dead and recovering from it, given his fondness for fighting.
Because of his long history of war, he's an excellent fighter. He's also shown to be quite stealthy when he needs/wants to be.
Since those aren't supernatural powers, here is his utterly useless power.
He has a little yellow bird, which he can now understand when it chirps. No other birds or animals, though. Just that specific bird.
Appearance:
He is 177cm tall (approximately 5'9") and has a moderately muscled build. Beneath clothes, it's apparent that he's quite solid. However, he does not look like he works out. Rather, his musculature is more that of a career soldier (for obvious reasons). Since it's mostly lean muscle and not visible bulk, he is actually stronger than he appears.
He does look almost like the stereotypical albino, with red eyes and pale hair and skin, although his hair is more of a platinum blond than pure white. He keeps his hair cut short; the style itself is somewhat messy. Most often, he can be seen with a slight smirk on his face.
And some art!
1|2|3 (1st is for colouration, 2nd is for his uniform which is the one on the left, 3rd is for overall build)
Suitability/eligibility: N/A
The three magic words are: Sheep. Sissy. Black. (Which is the order you get them in if you read the FAQs and rules in the order linked to on the navigation page. They don't have to be in 1,2,3 order, do they?)
Third-Person Sample:
He groaned quietly and rolled over, burying his face into the thick pillow he rested on. There was a ray of sunlight that was shining right on his face, distrupting his sleep.
When he found out who had drawn the curtains back from around the bed, he was going to make their life a living Hell. He needed his sleep, damn it! The recently ended war had left him still sore and tired from the numerous casualties, not to mention what extended campaigns did to his economy. Besides that, he had spent as much time as possible out on the front lines, in the thick of battle, and had received injuries from that as well.
However, the sun was persistent, and a nagging feeling of something being not quite right soon pressed into his brain. The first thing wrong, now that he reluctantly thought about it, was that there was only one pillow beneath him, and it was in a cotton pillowcase at that. Now, he was hardly an expert at the fine things in life, preferring to leave such boring pursuits to a certain stuffy aristocrat, but he was certain in this much: the night before, he had fallen asleep on a lot more pillows than just one, and they had all been covered in some sort of smooth, slippery fabric that felt very nice to the touch.
Once he was assured of the fact that this was most emphatically not where he fell asleep the night before, he sat straight up, hand searching out a weapon and finding none.
He looked around the room, taking in the very simple furnishings. It appeared to be a hospital room, maybe. Although, if it was, he still couldn't place why he was here. There wasn't the lingering agony that accompanied recovering from being dead, and as far as he could tell he wasn't seriously injured in any way. Even if he was, he couldn't recall having ever seen any room quite like this in any of the hospitals he had ever been in.
A look down revealed that he was in a plain looking white night-gown. Definitely not what I went to sleep in, he thought, idly plucking at the fabric over his chest in mild distaste.
Having established that he had no weaponry anywhere near his person, and knowing that he wasn't going to find any answers just laying about, he got up and strode quickly over to the wardrobe he'd spotted during his survey of the room. The door was flung open hard enough that it smacked against the wall with a bang. Inside were three of his uniforms. That was all. No rifle, no sword, no daggers, no pistol… Just those three uniforms. Oh, there didn't seem to be any of his other clothes in there either. Come to think of it, didn't he only have two of that uniform, and weren't both particularly worn and bloodied? "…What is this shit?!"
If there had been any birds outside the building, they'd have likely flown off at the sound of his yell.
"This is… how the… Where am I?" Prussia scowled at the three uniforms and slammed the wardrobe door shut hard enough to knock it slightly loose from it's upper hinge. He stormed towards the door, about ready to kick it down and demand some answers.
Someone was definitely going to regret being born when he got to the bottom of this. With any luck, it wouldn't be himself.
First-Person Sample:
1 November 1815(?)
I was not very awesome today. But don't tell anyone! If anyone asks, today was one of my more amazing days.
Honestly, though, today… sucked. That is the only way to describe a day where I wake up in some weird place with no idea how I got here or where I am. At least I didn't storm out of this room looking for answers in the night-gown I was in. I almost did. I guess Old Fritz is still looking out for me, though, because I realised just in time that it wouldn't be good to be unprepared for whatever is out there.
I really wish I had some weapons, though. I'd settle for a stupid boot-knife! Except I can't seem to find anything here that would work. Maybe this pencil I'm using, if I can sharpen it enough… except I have nothing to sharpen it with. And any tool that would do that would probably be a better weapon than a damn pencil.
…I haven't left this room yet. It's not that I'm scared. I'm way too awesome to be scared of something as silly as waking up in a weird place. Hah! This is exciting! I can't wait to go out there!
I just thought maybe I should write this stuff down. Just in case. Always gotta be prepared for things, you know?
::The next few words are obscured by a great many scribbles of the pencil, although if one squinted they might make out the words 'worri', 'ermn Confdti', and 'itz'.::
Okay! No point putting this off any longer! I am going to get some answers!
Anything else? Okay, so. As mentioned earlier, in a lot of artwork, he's featured with this little yellow bird. It also shows up in the anime, occasionally flying around his head, or delivering messages. Eventually he does become aware of it, during an April Fool's Day thing for the webcomic/blog of Hetalia (although this occurs in the modern day). I'd like for him to be able to keep it, even though at this point in time I don't think he's aware of it. (Mostly because I kind of like the idea of him freaking out at first because he's not aware of the bird and thinking they may be right about him being here because he's insane, because he's hearing someone talk who isn't there. And then when he finds out it's the bird, and no one else can understand it…)