Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Dec 12, 2009 16:16:52 GMT -5
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Country of Origin: Prussia
Age: 31
Affiliation: Law enforcement and all of the mafias
Expertise: Infiltrator. Low ranks in all of the mafias as well as in the police force.
Personality: Gilbert has the sort of insufferable personality that can annoy the shit out of someone and yet endear him to them at the same time. He is exceedingly full of himself and thinks he is the greatest person in the entire world. Also, he’s quick to point his greatness out to everyone around him. He is boisterous and loud and always seems to be full of life, no matter what the situation is. Gilbert is quick to all extreme forms of emotion - happiness and anger being the most prominent.
Quick to point out other people’s shortcomings, Gilbert is also just as quick to praise people when they do something that he thinks is “awesome”. He tends to be a touchy-feely sort of person, not afraid to throw a companionable arm around someone should they be near enough to warrant it.
However, there are also times when Gilbert realizes how very alone he is by spying on so many organizations and never allying himself with one. He tries to suppress this loneliness by loudly reminding himself how awesome he is and how it’s great to be alone, because he’s alone with his awesome self. Oddly, this tends to cheer him up marginally, but sometimes it doesn’t and he winds up just wandering around by himself, completely depressed.
Appearance: Gilbert suffers from albinism and so is a very pale individual. His skin, hair, and eyes all lack melanin, so he is not only pale, but also has pale blond hair and crimson eyes, which are his most prominent feature along with his wide and sometimes terrifying grin. He is average in height and fairly thin, though well-muscled due to a rigorous workout schedule. The lack of pigment in his skin causes him to burn easily in the sun, so he winds up staying out of the sun a lot more than normal. He also seems to bruise easily, so he can often look like he’s been beaten up.
Gilbert chooses to wear different clothes, depending on which institution he is currently infiltrating. With the police, he either wears his uniform or a simple suit - without the tie, of course. Within the various mafia families, he usually wears formalwear, though he often loses the suit coat, never wears a tie, and sometimes looks ruffled, as he often forgets to tuck his shirt in. Also, he never wears hats, despite their current popularity.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
--Physically strong: Gilbert works out on a daily basis, and so has gained a physical strength above anything that his smaller frame might bring people to believe of him.
--Brawling: Specializing in brawling fights, Gilbert can take on a number of opponents at once, and prefers to use his fists over guns, because he’s not a good aim.
--Optimistic: Gilbert always sees the “awesome” side of things. It’s very hard to bring him down, though when you do, he is brought down very far.
Weaknesses
--Albinism: Because of his albinism, Gilbert has several physical weaknesses, mostly revolving around his eyes:
--Uncertainty: Unsure of where he wishes to place his allegiance, Gilbert is left alone because he can’t choose. This also plays into other parts of his life, when he can’t choose between various options.
--Protective: He can be ridiculously protective of people that he has gotten close to, since they are few and far between. This can be a strength, but is mostly a weakness, because he will put himself on the line to protect someone he’s chosen to.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Himself
--Birds
--Pancakes
--Sweet things
--Fights
--Blood
--Winning
--The thrill of the kill
--Shakespeare
--BEER
Dislikes
--People lording over him
--Choosing
--Being tied down in one place
--Light
--Anyone who messes with people he’s chosen to protect
Quirks
--Tends to bounce when he’s excited about something or in the middle of a hit (which he takes many of from the various families he has infiltrated, just for the thrill of it) and grins maniacally at the same time.
--Has a tiny yellow chick figurine that he carries in his pocket and fingers whenever he has nothing else to do with his hands. Sometimes, he puts it on his head, just for giggles.
--Gilbert keeps a diary, and has his entire life. Though he doesn’t have the earliest volumes from his life in Prussia, he does have the journals he kept while traveling and has an entire library filled with every journal he has written in since then.
Phobias
--Being trapped
--Light
--Winding up alone for the rest of his life...
History: Gilbert was born and raised in the Kingdom of Prussia. His life growing up was what he would term as “boring”. His family wasn’t wealthy and he never had anything to do other than help his parents around the house. As an only child, though, he was spoiled by his parents and therefore came to think himself the most amazing individual in existence. This thought process has not left him to this day.
At the age of eighteen, bored with his life in Prussia, Gilbert saved up enough money and said good-bye to his family, making his way steadily Westward. His first stop was Germany, which he proceeded to laugh at, calling it “West Prussia” and not nearly as awesome as his own homeland. Of course, the Germans never took too kindly to that, so Gilbert had to fight to keep himself from being killed by the people that he had angered. It was at this point that he discovered his love for killing. Though he only killed to defend himself at this point.
He moved further Westward and soon discovered that his derisive personality along with his oddity of albinism made him an outcast wherever he went. So he continued having to fight to keep himself safe. Eventually, he decided that the best place to go was America - where all people were accepted, or so he had heard.
Gilbert arrived by boat in New York City at the age of twenty-four and decided to stay there not long after. As much as he dislikes staying in one place for two long, Gilbert found everything he could ever want in New York. If he grew bored with one part of the city, he could simply move to another part.
Early on, Gilbert was left to fend for himself. However, he was soon taken in by the Italian mafia, though at a very low level, for his love of killing. They also discovered his infiltration ability when they sent him to infiltrate the Russian mafia, which he still holds a low ranking in as well, to this day. The Russian mafia asked for him to infiltrate the Asian family, and they, in turn, sent him to infiltrate the Italians. It was a lovely circle that Gilbert grew to love almost immediately. At his own suggestion, all three families sent him to infiltrate the law enforcement as well. Becoming a member of the police force was a bit more difficult, but Gilbert managed even that eventually.
And quickly found himself liking being on this end of things as well. Especially since he suddenly grew close with the German detective that he was working with, Ludwig Schwarz. Very quickly, he came to see the man as like a little brother, and affectionately began to call him “West” in mockery of the way he had once called Germany “West Prussia”.
So at the age of 28, Gilbert had successfully become a part of all three major crime families in New York City, as well as the prestigious police force, under the direction of Captain Arthur Kirkland. He even managed to convince the police that he was good for infiltrating and so used that as his excuse for being involved with the mafia families. He passes information between all of them, unable to choose an alliance to a single organization, and has been like that ever since.
Sample/Character Introduction:
It had been a long night. Gilbert was staring at the tiny yellow chick resting in the palm of his hand as he walked lazily down the streets of New York City. People jostled him as he passed, but he paid them no mind. As long as they didn’t knock the chick from his hand, he didn’t care that they were bumping into him. It was part of the curse that came with living in such a large city.
Idly, he tossed the chick into the air and caught it again, tucking it gently back into his pocket. His hand stayed in his pocket to finger the chick as he walked, his crimson eyes raising to watch the people around him. A lot of them shied away from him, and he grinned at those ones in particular. It was funny to see what just his looks could do to people. Especially since they had absolutely no idea what he could do with just his bare hands should he decide that they weren’t worthy of being in his world anymore.
Because it was his world, of course! He was the most awesome human being on the planet! And the sooner people realized that, the sooner they would all be better off. Perhaps he should just simply declare himself supreme ruler of everyone. Then again, being in charge of everyone in the world would be completely boring, and Gilbert didn’t want that.
No, he wanted the thrill that came from moving around. The joy that coursed through him when he took someone’s life. Life was just so fragile, wasn’t it? Ahh, how he loved to wrap his hands around someone’s throat and just squeeze until their eyes bulged and…
Snapping out of his thoughts, Gilbert grinned and angled towards a man that he had just caught sight of. It was one of his contacts in the Italian mafia, and hey, since he was out and about anyway, it was worth taking the time to go find out what was going on with that particular family. He hadn’t visited the Italian headquarters in a while after all, so what was the harm in getting some information? The Russians were getting on him for not being informative enough lately. Anything he found out from this man would be good enough, he thought, to give to them.
His crimson eyes flashed and began to twitch back and forth rapidly, blurring his vision even further than usual and he had to rub them harshly to stop the movement. He was getting excited.
After all, it was another day in the life of the awesome him.
I <3 Hetalia
((Italy here. XD Just under a different account and all... >_> ))
Country of Origin: Prussia
Age: 31
Affiliation: Law enforcement and all of the mafias
Expertise: Infiltrator. Low ranks in all of the mafias as well as in the police force.
Personality: Gilbert has the sort of insufferable personality that can annoy the shit out of someone and yet endear him to them at the same time. He is exceedingly full of himself and thinks he is the greatest person in the entire world. Also, he’s quick to point his greatness out to everyone around him. He is boisterous and loud and always seems to be full of life, no matter what the situation is. Gilbert is quick to all extreme forms of emotion - happiness and anger being the most prominent.
Quick to point out other people’s shortcomings, Gilbert is also just as quick to praise people when they do something that he thinks is “awesome”. He tends to be a touchy-feely sort of person, not afraid to throw a companionable arm around someone should they be near enough to warrant it.
However, there are also times when Gilbert realizes how very alone he is by spying on so many organizations and never allying himself with one. He tries to suppress this loneliness by loudly reminding himself how awesome he is and how it’s great to be alone, because he’s alone with his awesome self. Oddly, this tends to cheer him up marginally, but sometimes it doesn’t and he winds up just wandering around by himself, completely depressed.
Appearance: Gilbert suffers from albinism and so is a very pale individual. His skin, hair, and eyes all lack melanin, so he is not only pale, but also has pale blond hair and crimson eyes, which are his most prominent feature along with his wide and sometimes terrifying grin. He is average in height and fairly thin, though well-muscled due to a rigorous workout schedule. The lack of pigment in his skin causes him to burn easily in the sun, so he winds up staying out of the sun a lot more than normal. He also seems to bruise easily, so he can often look like he’s been beaten up.
Gilbert chooses to wear different clothes, depending on which institution he is currently infiltrating. With the police, he either wears his uniform or a simple suit - without the tie, of course. Within the various mafia families, he usually wears formalwear, though he often loses the suit coat, never wears a tie, and sometimes looks ruffled, as he often forgets to tuck his shirt in. Also, he never wears hats, despite their current popularity.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Strengths
--Physically strong: Gilbert works out on a daily basis, and so has gained a physical strength above anything that his smaller frame might bring people to believe of him.
--Brawling: Specializing in brawling fights, Gilbert can take on a number of opponents at once, and prefers to use his fists over guns, because he’s not a good aim.
--Optimistic: Gilbert always sees the “awesome” side of things. It’s very hard to bring him down, though when you do, he is brought down very far.
Weaknesses
--Albinism: Because of his albinism, Gilbert has several physical weaknesses, mostly revolving around his eyes:
Nystagmus - Gilbert’s eyes begin to dart back and forth without his meaning for them to when he is particularly angry or relaxed, distorting his vision
Myopia - Gilbert is near-sighted, but he refuses to wear the corrective lenses he has, so his vision is blurred. This also leads to severe migraines from time to time.
Photophobia - He is sensitive to light. It blinds him and causes him to have headaches. So he tends to stick to the darkness.
Myopia - Gilbert is near-sighted, but he refuses to wear the corrective lenses he has, so his vision is blurred. This also leads to severe migraines from time to time.
Photophobia - He is sensitive to light. It blinds him and causes him to have headaches. So he tends to stick to the darkness.
--Uncertainty: Unsure of where he wishes to place his allegiance, Gilbert is left alone because he can’t choose. This also plays into other parts of his life, when he can’t choose between various options.
--Protective: He can be ridiculously protective of people that he has gotten close to, since they are few and far between. This can be a strength, but is mostly a weakness, because he will put himself on the line to protect someone he’s chosen to.
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Likes
--Himself
--Birds
--Pancakes
--Sweet things
--Fights
--Blood
--Winning
--The thrill of the kill
--Shakespeare
--BEER
Dislikes
--People lording over him
--Choosing
--Being tied down in one place
--Light
--Anyone who messes with people he’s chosen to protect
Quirks
--Tends to bounce when he’s excited about something or in the middle of a hit (which he takes many of from the various families he has infiltrated, just for the thrill of it) and grins maniacally at the same time.
--Has a tiny yellow chick figurine that he carries in his pocket and fingers whenever he has nothing else to do with his hands. Sometimes, he puts it on his head, just for giggles.
--Gilbert keeps a diary, and has his entire life. Though he doesn’t have the earliest volumes from his life in Prussia, he does have the journals he kept while traveling and has an entire library filled with every journal he has written in since then.
Phobias
--Being trapped
--Light
--Winding up alone for the rest of his life...
History: Gilbert was born and raised in the Kingdom of Prussia. His life growing up was what he would term as “boring”. His family wasn’t wealthy and he never had anything to do other than help his parents around the house. As an only child, though, he was spoiled by his parents and therefore came to think himself the most amazing individual in existence. This thought process has not left him to this day.
At the age of eighteen, bored with his life in Prussia, Gilbert saved up enough money and said good-bye to his family, making his way steadily Westward. His first stop was Germany, which he proceeded to laugh at, calling it “West Prussia” and not nearly as awesome as his own homeland. Of course, the Germans never took too kindly to that, so Gilbert had to fight to keep himself from being killed by the people that he had angered. It was at this point that he discovered his love for killing. Though he only killed to defend himself at this point.
He moved further Westward and soon discovered that his derisive personality along with his oddity of albinism made him an outcast wherever he went. So he continued having to fight to keep himself safe. Eventually, he decided that the best place to go was America - where all people were accepted, or so he had heard.
Gilbert arrived by boat in New York City at the age of twenty-four and decided to stay there not long after. As much as he dislikes staying in one place for two long, Gilbert found everything he could ever want in New York. If he grew bored with one part of the city, he could simply move to another part.
Early on, Gilbert was left to fend for himself. However, he was soon taken in by the Italian mafia, though at a very low level, for his love of killing. They also discovered his infiltration ability when they sent him to infiltrate the Russian mafia, which he still holds a low ranking in as well, to this day. The Russian mafia asked for him to infiltrate the Asian family, and they, in turn, sent him to infiltrate the Italians. It was a lovely circle that Gilbert grew to love almost immediately. At his own suggestion, all three families sent him to infiltrate the law enforcement as well. Becoming a member of the police force was a bit more difficult, but Gilbert managed even that eventually.
And quickly found himself liking being on this end of things as well. Especially since he suddenly grew close with the German detective that he was working with, Ludwig Schwarz. Very quickly, he came to see the man as like a little brother, and affectionately began to call him “West” in mockery of the way he had once called Germany “West Prussia”.
So at the age of 28, Gilbert had successfully become a part of all three major crime families in New York City, as well as the prestigious police force, under the direction of Captain Arthur Kirkland. He even managed to convince the police that he was good for infiltrating and so used that as his excuse for being involved with the mafia families. He passes information between all of them, unable to choose an alliance to a single organization, and has been like that ever since.
Sample/Character Introduction:
It had been a long night. Gilbert was staring at the tiny yellow chick resting in the palm of his hand as he walked lazily down the streets of New York City. People jostled him as he passed, but he paid them no mind. As long as they didn’t knock the chick from his hand, he didn’t care that they were bumping into him. It was part of the curse that came with living in such a large city.
Idly, he tossed the chick into the air and caught it again, tucking it gently back into his pocket. His hand stayed in his pocket to finger the chick as he walked, his crimson eyes raising to watch the people around him. A lot of them shied away from him, and he grinned at those ones in particular. It was funny to see what just his looks could do to people. Especially since they had absolutely no idea what he could do with just his bare hands should he decide that they weren’t worthy of being in his world anymore.
Because it was his world, of course! He was the most awesome human being on the planet! And the sooner people realized that, the sooner they would all be better off. Perhaps he should just simply declare himself supreme ruler of everyone. Then again, being in charge of everyone in the world would be completely boring, and Gilbert didn’t want that.
No, he wanted the thrill that came from moving around. The joy that coursed through him when he took someone’s life. Life was just so fragile, wasn’t it? Ahh, how he loved to wrap his hands around someone’s throat and just squeeze until their eyes bulged and…
Snapping out of his thoughts, Gilbert grinned and angled towards a man that he had just caught sight of. It was one of his contacts in the Italian mafia, and hey, since he was out and about anyway, it was worth taking the time to go find out what was going on with that particular family. He hadn’t visited the Italian headquarters in a while after all, so what was the harm in getting some information? The Russians were getting on him for not being informative enough lately. Anything he found out from this man would be good enough, he thought, to give to them.
His crimson eyes flashed and began to twitch back and forth rapidly, blurring his vision even further than usual and he had to rub them harshly to stop the movement. He was getting excited.
After all, it was another day in the life of the awesome him.
I <3 Hetalia
((Italy here. XD Just under a different account and all... >_> ))
