Post by Gilbert on Mar 2, 2011 19:35:35 GMT -5
!!Gilbert!!
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Country: Prussia
Gender: male
House cat/street cat:
street cat, but hangs at Ludwig's place when he happens to feel like it. (others too, it seems to just be easier to hang at his brothers place, not that other places make it harder for him to hang around in)
Appearance:
Gilbert's fur is completely white, except the pink insides of his ears, paw-pads and nose. He is far from any well-groomed housecat with his messy fur that also, in all its whiteness, shows the scars he has obtained in various fights and battles throughout the years. One of his most distinctive scars goes straight over his left eye. The sight on both of his bright red eyes is excellent. Though, that scar is not bothering his vision at all. (It's just a cool sign of the battles he has won, he thinks)
He wears a three-colored bow around his neck, but even that is kind of a rugged one and has seen its best days.
Personality:
Gilbert is the cat over all other cats. At least that’s what he acts like and knows himself. (Too bad that this fact hasn’t been told to others around him.) He could also be described as the perfect example of a bad kitty: pompous, lacks of self-defense in most activities he does and has too high beliefs of himself. He also loves himself way too much, and has long ago decided that the whole world revolves around him and his awesome life. Before he even opens his mouth to demand what he wants, with loud meows, one knows that this cat is made of nothing but trouble.
Gilbert is indeed a bit of a persona, with a larger than life ego. He really loves himself and let’s other know it too. He loves being the center of attention in every situation and place and will do almost everything to achieve that. He tends to have hard time keeping his mouth shut and trying to get all the attention to just himself, as he really needs the attention he gets from being as loud as he is. He really likes to take his place in a room from the moment he walks in.
He is a quite active cat, who hated getting bored. That is one of the worst fates he could be sentenced as, being bored and having nothing to do. He also enjoys quarrelling and picking up fights and gets quite bit of an entertainment from that. He hates being ignored or alone. He would never say it aloud, but deep inside, he somewhat needs the attention just because he really doesn't cope with being alone. That’s possible one of the reasons he keeps returning back to households and demanding the attention, food and place to stay. He's pompous and loud about how he needs nobody but really he just wants to be surrounded by others.
He’s a cat who lives by his own rules, fierce alley-cat, that has a territory as big as his ego (i.e. as far as he can see to the horizon), but sometimes he’s just a cute little kitty, enjoying the softness of a pillow and a bowl of good food.
Likes:
- freedom to do what he wants
(he doesn't like to be tied down by rules and regulations like some other cats. Gilbert likes to get in and out of the house when he feels like it and sleep and play and mess around when he damn wishes so.)
- fighting
(one of his favourite past-times. Getting in trouble and starting fights. entertaining and awesome, just like he is!)
- fluffy chicks
(not for eating though. unlike other small animals he likes to hunt at times, chicks are so soft and awesome, he just loves to roll around them and play with them.)
- good food & eating
(which means practically any food. He loves to eat and the easier he gets it, the better. Paying a visit to old friends just happens to be his forte and he seems to really feeding times well. He’s also good at hunting his own food, years have thought him that, but if the good food just happens to appear to bowls and he happens to be around (yes, just _happens), then why not. awesome food is awesome)
- talking and good old serenades
(he loves his own voice and nothing’s like hearing it in the middle of the night when he feels like being loud outside the windows of people and cats who try to sleep.)
- sleeping
(when not fighting or eating or being loud he just loves to lazy around and sleep)
- his brother
(he has no idea about his other brothers, but the one he has means a lot to him, even when he really doesn’t show it out that much)
Dislikes:
-rules and having to obey them
(he has always hated them, from when he was just a kitten and even as older cat he hates nothing more than being told off or being told what to do, not from people, other cats, his brother or anyone around)
- being bored
(boredom and Gilbert really are the oldest enemies. He’d do practically anything to not getting at that state of mind…really, anything.)
- being alone
(his awesomeness should be shared by others! absolutely! Others don’t know the greatness they’re missing when he’s not around then!)
- too fancy things, too clean places
(those kind of things really irritate him. For example seeing a floor way too shiny and clean just makes him want to go frolic there with muddy paws. Also fancy objects make him want to just break them to see what they look in pieces or seeing what reaction it creates in others)
- the ones who don’t see his greatness
(and the ones disagreeing with him. Those guys really are blind.)
- too healthy food
(who would make a good self-respecting cat eat anything but full meals or the stuff humans themselves eat. Dry food with no taste or stuff people feed to rabbits…sheesh, no way! Though he would eat it anyway BUT not with a happy face!)
- baths
(hell no! No soaps or others of those icky smelly stuffs that foam and just stink like hell. Also brushing fur sucks after those horrendous baths)
Histroy:
One should believe it or not, but the great fierce Gilbert was once a house-cat. The whole litter consisting him and his siblings had been adopted by a human who had found them when they were just littlest kittens. For some while he had a nice place to live with his brothers and freedom to do quite much all he wanted as did. At quite young age all his other siblings gained a new home, like many kittens on a bigger litter do and only he and his brother were left in the household. It would’ve been such a nice life as a housecat, if Gilbert’s wild mind wouldn’t have been the obstacle here.
From as long as he remembered he had longed to the outside of the warm and safe of the house just to return when he seemed it to suit to himself. He started to spend more times outside than inside, practically living on the streets. Getting in trouble and getting in fights that really made his days. He loved the free life and having a good rough fight with others cats who looked tough but were no match to him. Still he always returned to his brother to tell him more about the wild side of the world and act as a big brother.
Even as a young cat, these days even more so, he more so thinks that the whole town he lives in is just his own playground. He likes to come and go as he pleases and doesn’t really even care that much who’s home he is going to. He has friends and enemies and he can go to whoever whenever he feels like it, if he is looking for good company or food or for a good fight.
Roleplay sample:
(from other place:)
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Gilbert took the last step up and he was finally on the deck of the ship. No, deck of his ship. A big difference. He took a few steps forward, looking around, admiring the ship and every little detail of it. It felt so surreal, but with every step forward, his grin widened. This baby was his. All his and he sure as hell was going to keep it like that.
It was quiet now, but he would have a crew to this thing soon. Yes, this most fabulous ship he had ever seen! It was his ship and he was now its captain….Captain Prussia. That sounded way too awesome. No, nothing was too awesome for him of course. Just the right amount of awesome.
He turned around when he reached the middle of the deck and started walking back to the side of the ship. The more he was now thinking of how amazing this ship would be, and how feared his crew would be, the more he grinned. This was going to be good…so freaking fabulous! He and his ship would be the most feared, and at the same time admired one in the whole world!
People would be whispering its name in shady bars and shivering while doing so. Words about it, the horrors it had done and its presumed hiding-places would go around from mouth to mouth and just the mention of it would get everyone’s spine tingle. Merchants would be afraid of it appearing, silently yet deadly.
He got to the side of the ship by the time he got this far in his thoughts, thinking also why wasn't he writing all this crap up, because damn, he was on fire today with words. Really...he should maybe start a book on himself. Something else than the journals he usually kept.
Stirring again away from his thoughts the leaned in on the railing, grinning madly, hyped up by his own thoughts.
“Yea! You remember that, you little bastards! This will be the ship you will always remember and fear...hell...you’re grandchildren will remember this badass!!” he shouted to the dock. Of course no-one even turned his way. Everyone was busy with their own things.
Pfft..whatever…dumbass nogoods. You will be shivering soon enough. He sighed a bit and turned to look at the deck again. Ok…so…recruiting a crew. Where to start?
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!!Player Info!!
(Nick)name: woo or pru, which ever X'D
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