Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 23:26:35 GMT -5
Country of Origin: England
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Clubs: Student Council [President]
Appearance:
Personality: Deny it all you want, but Arthur is - and always has been - a gentleman. He places great importance on propriety, and will not hesitate to correct others should they be overly rambunctious. To aid him in doing this is a rather sharp tongue, which is constantly loaded with sarcastic quips and sharp comments. Still, he is courteous when need be - even when it's unnecessary to mind his manners, because he doesn't believe such moments exist -, and places emphasis on the need for chivalry.
Because of his preference for such outdated customs and mannerisms, he is often compared to an old man. He enjoys staying home to curl up on his favorite armchair with a cup of tea in one hand, and his favorite book in the other... which brings us to Arthur's often hidden love for all that is romantic. Few people know this, but deep inside, Arthur has always been a huge romantic. It's blatant in his favorite classics and books, in which beautiful women are saved by gallant knights, and brave kings lead their kingdoms to victory and glory. (The tale of King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, and Guinevere is a prime example of such stories.)
Despite his literature preference and tendency to act like a gentleman, it doesn't take long for most people to figure out that Arthur has quite a temper - and that it doesn't take much to trigger it. Once angered, his language becomes much more coarse than it usually is, and he tends to be more liberal with his curses. He'll shout, insult, and yell until all his frustration and irritation is vented out, which may actually take a while. Those who knew him during his more reckless days can definitely see that, when angered (or drunk, but this really depends on who he's with), Arthur is not unlike the delinquent he once was.
When Arthur was younger, he was quite the troublemaker, often breaking rules and doing as he pleased. It was during that time that Arthur let go of all inhibitions and ran free, learning (and mastering) the electric guitar, getting a tattoo of the instrument, drinking, smoking... and so on and so forth. (Admittedly, he still carries a love for rock music to this day.) Despite this time marking a reckless period for him, England can't bring himself to be ashamed, because it was during this time that he felt happy and free while on land. On the sea, where he felt the most free - which was quite ironic, given his inability to swim -, Arthur was still quite the gentleman... though, admittedly, he was slightly more brutal and had a dormant sadistic streak.
But, back to his temper. As he is easily angered - and easily flustered, easily embarrassed... -, he finds himself conflicted with many, many people. Unfortunately, once someone gets onto Arthur's bad side, they're likely to remain there for a while. He has a tendency to carry grudges for quite a long time. Coupled with this are his severe trust issues, which may or may not be part of the reason why he is so hard to get along with. Blame his brothers for having picked on him so often when he was a child, or others for doing the same to that small, scrawny British child with the atrocious eyebrows... anyone, really. The point is that Arthur's trust is very, very hard to get. He'll be polite and play nice, but that doesn't mean he will readily believe everything you do and say. In fact, he's likely to doubt some of the nicer things people tell him, if only because he just isn't used to it. In the past, people have attacked him and betrayed him much too often. Thus, it really isn't any surprise to see him wary of most everyone.
All this combined make him a very hard person to befriend... and thus, he doesn't have many people he's close with. There's only a limited number of people that he truly cares about in return, though he's in constant denial of this concern. Though he tries to act as if his lack of companions don't bother him, deep inside, it's one of the biggest troubles on his mind. Yes, he enjoys his times of peace and quiet, but sometimes, he desires for something more. No matter how much he denies it (both to others and himself), Arthur gets lonely rather easily.
Those who have the honor of receiving the Englishman's full trust is entitled to a friend and ally for quite a long time. Though he is no longer a rebellious punk, Arthur is not any less fierce than he was before. Should any of his friends need a helping hand, he will be the first to arrive with aid, and the last to leave. Still, this doesn't mean that his demeanor will change very much... though a priveleged few may get a chance to see the more gentler side of him if they play their cards right. This side is arguably his 'true' side, the one he keeps hidden away because he fears getting mocked or hurt. He's learned over the years that only pain can come from openly displaying your emotions, and so he tries to keep his gentleness hidden.
Don't be fooled by his temper and hidden compassion, though. He was one of the leading figures in the rather unfavorable world of the underground, after all. His actions are well-planned and executed with nothing less than perfection, and isn't afraid to be the only one standing in the face of an enemy. Nonetheless, he does know when he needs help, and, even though he really, really doesn't want to, he'll end up swallowing his pride and asking others for their aid if the situation is too tough for him to handle alone. Arthur, while not flauntingly arrogant, is quite proud of all his achievements and strengths. He'll say or do some rather regrettable things to protect his pride, because he believes that a person without pride in him or herself is just a tool, ready to be stepped on and used. He'll also do some regrettable things in order to protect his pride, and finds it difficult to ask others for help. It's only when he can't get any more desperate that he begins inching towards a chosen few for help, as his competitive side strengthens his hatred for losing.
Unfortunately for him, this pride of his is often wounded when he gets drunk. Old habits die hard, after all, and Arthur is certainly no exception. Despite claiming to have left his days as a delinquent far behind, he still carries with him a love for alcoholic beverages. It's his lack of tolerance that gets him drunk before quite a few others, and thus leads to embarrassing situations that often depress him when he sobers up and remembers. When he's inebriated, he's susceptible to bouts of anger, depression, and regret - overall, a person no one wants to be around. He will often reflect on the past, though what he sputters in his drunken stupor will change with each person. With some, he will bully and mock to tears, while he is prone to crying and frustrated yelling with a very few chosen others. (One should also keep in mind that he becomes much more loose when he's drunk, which may or may not lead to wandering hands...)
Knowing all this, one wouldn't really expect Arthur to lose things as easily as he does. He's always on time, always prepared, always informed - and so on and so forth. Howeer, the truth is that Arthur misplaces things often, to the point where he has been unofficially dubbed the 'king of losing things'.
One of the main driving forces of Arthur's thoughts and actions is probably his pessimistic attitude. He'll likely be found saying 'it's impossible' more often than 'it's possible', and is not really the best person to go to if you're in need of some hope in a relatively dark situation. He is quite self-deprecating, often making fun of himself and putting himself down, and doesn't really blame his lack of friends on anyone but himself.
Likes
♡Embroidery
♡Craftsmanship
♡Reading
♡Rock music
♡Guitar
♡Tea
♡Nature
♡Children & other cute things
♡English culture
Dislikes
✘People who make fun of his eyebrows
✘People who make fun of his cooking
✘Being interrupted
✘Being alone
✘Swimming
✘Surprises
✘Change
✘Sugar-coated words
Strengths
☆Sharp wit
☆Resourceful
☆Staying calm in bad situations
☆Can think on his feet
☆Capable strategist
☆Loyal
☆Determined
☆Very logical
☆Lying/Deception
Weaknesses
★Can't swim
★Children
★Pessimist
★Rejection
★Misplaces things easily
★Self-expression
★Doesn't trust people easily
★Temper
History: Fairytales have generally been a part of most children's lives, but never has there been anyone as affected by them as Arthur Kirkland. But, that is not quite where his tale begins.
The first page of his story features a grand white house in the heart of London, decorated with the greenest of grasses in the front, and one of the most beautiful rose gardens in the back. Within the home lived a happy couple and their four children, of which Arthur was the youngest.
As his parents were busy with work, Arthur was often left in the care of his siblings, whom he loved as much as they loved him. Unlike them, however, Arthur was physically small (petite, they said), and was uninterested in the hobbies that they tried to get him to embrace. More than dancing, more than sports, and more than anything else a boy his age was expected to enjoy, the youngest Kirkland child found himself absolutely enamored with books - particularly fairytales.
Thus, in order to appease him on the nights that their parents were particularly late, Arthur's siblings told him fairytales. They read him fantastic stories of lonely princesses being rescued by dashing knights, and even made up some of their own, if they felt particularly creative that night. Nothing pleased Arthur more, and it wasn't long before the child began to see the world through rose coloured glasses. Arthur became convinecd that his life would eventually end up like those fairytales that he'd been told as a child, and waited patiently for a beautiful princess to rescue.
However, as the boy slowly grew older, his ideal world began to change and morph into something that definitely couldn't be part of a fairytale. His parents, once so happy and loving toward one another, began to argue and fight on a daily basis after it was discovered that they'd both cheated on one another. His siblings, for a multitude of reasons, left at around this time - sometimes returning mere hours later, other times returning after several days, or not even coming back at all.
Needless to say, Arthur felt terrified, betrayed, and abandoned. He waited for his siblings to come home and save him from the shrieking and the crying and the crashes from all over the house, but they never came. (To this day, this bitterness remains, and he can't understand why they couldn't save their youngest brother alongside them, if they were going to run away.) So, instead, he began waiting for his knight, his prince charming.
Unsurprisingly, no such person came.
Arthur couldn't stand it. No matter how much he begged and cried, nothing seemed to get better. In fact, things only seemed to become worse. It was only when he saw his father physically abuse his mother that Arthur just couldn't sit still and wait anymore. His life was no fairytale. In fact, fairytales were ridiculous. There were never any happy endings, and if there were, he wouldn't get any. Thus, he got up and left the house, figuring that if his siblings were able to find distractions that kept them happy outside of those deceitful white walls of the Kirkland home, he could, too.
That was what led to Arthur's introduction to the darker, more illegal side of life.
He tentatively stepped out of his recently broken shell, afraid yet eager to soak in the true nature of the world he'd blinded himself from thus far. He didn't dawdle on drugs for long, but what time he spent doing them dug into his already empty wallet. He needed either money or free drugs, and neither was really available to him. So, he did what was natural. He began stealing, lying, and cheating - anything to get more of the drugs (which later turned into alcohol) that took him to a world that was too numb to care about love and hate, surprises and accidents.
When Arthur joined a gang, a relatively small group of ragtag teens who were connected only by the desire to survive, thrive, and be accepted, even if it was at the most basic levels, he felt happy. Though he wasn't necessarily close with any of them, they never shared disgusted looks or threw fists. They were civil, and a dysfunctional family of sorts. Arthur was fine with that. But as their gang grew, the distance between each member grew, and trust became difficult. People began leaving left and right, and, once money was involved, fists, knives, and guns came into play. Trust was a word used to get ahead of the game, and promises were only valid for the second they were made at best. Friends existed to be used as scapegoats, and the only one he could rely on was himself.
No matter how much Arthur hated this environment, no matter how lonely and sad he was, he found himself thriving. He distanced himself from others, never trusting and never giving a reason to be trusted, and learned how to lie and cheat and steal better than the rest. He'd learned how to fight and use his slightly lanky stature to an advantage, and what little fat he had was turned into muscle as he took advantage of every subtle blessing his body was given. Arthur became a feared and respected figure in his neighborhood, though if he had to be honest, that only meant he was that was much more vulnerable, that much more hated, and that much more pursued.
It was during this time that he met three of the most important people in his life - Elizabeth, Victoria, and Winston.
Elizabeth was a charismatic woman who was a few years his senior, with all the strength and pride of a fierce lion. She was always by his side, and he by hers, to the point where they were jokingly referred to as a married couple. (She even let him stay in her apartment, rather than having him live alone just a few streets down.) It was through this kind of close relationship that Elizabeth was able to realize that Arthur simply didn't belong in such a setting. He didn't advance and remain at the top because he particularly wanted to, but rather, because he was good at it, and because he wanted to survive. (After all, there was no way he'd return to his home. He wasn't even sure if that house still belonged to his family.) Thus, through several months of unrelenting effort, she managed to convince him to leave the gang behind.
Arthur finally believed that he'd found his princess and was determined to protect her, even if he was no longer in any position to do so. He worked multiple small jobs to help her pay for the rent, and was in the process of saving up to purchase a ring to ask her for her hand in marriage.
She died of pancreatic cancer before he was able to collect enough money, and his fairytale once again came to an abrupt end.
He wandered around after her death, having an interest in absolutely nothing and only further sinking into depression with each passing day. He spent his time at the library, where it was quiet and he was allowed to wallow in his misery in peace, and eventually came to meet Victoria. Victoria was a librarian, and perhaps one of the sweetest people Arthur had ever met. Her strength was less raw than Elizabeth's, but it was softer, more inviting - something he just couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he told her to go away and insisted that he was fine. She was the one who helped him regain hope, and broadened his love for literature. She was a romantic, and portions of her preferences and mindset rubbed off on him. (Though there are plenty of reasons why, Victoria is definitely one of the reasons why Arthur will happily curl up with a copy of 'Pride and Predjudice' rather than go out and enjoy the sun.)
She was also the one who introduced Arthur to her cousin, Winston. Winston was, to be brief, perhaps one of the most impulsive and optimistic men that Arthur had ever met. After seeing Arthur's intellectual potential, he immediately enrolled the boy in World W Academy, even before the youngest Kirkland had a chance to object. Arthur was accepted on a half-scholarship. Though he'd been hesitant to, he ended up using the money he'd been saving to purchase Elizabeth's engagement ring (as well as some donations given to him by Victoria and Winston) to pay for the rest of the tuition costs, and begin attending the school.
Weapon: Gun
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 4
~Courage: 4
~Diligence: 5
~Expression: 2
~Understanding: 2
Persona:
~Name: Equus
~Arcana: Emperor
~Drain: N/A
~Weak: Dark
~Null: Light
~Resist: N/A
~Skills: Mabufula, Agidyne, Ziodyne, Garudyne, Mahamaon, Twin Shot, Analysis, Apt Pupil
Roleplay Sample:
Did you read the rules...? Yep. Awesome, pancakes, and chicks...? xD
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Clubs: Student Council [President]
Appearance:
Personality: Deny it all you want, but Arthur is - and always has been - a gentleman. He places great importance on propriety, and will not hesitate to correct others should they be overly rambunctious. To aid him in doing this is a rather sharp tongue, which is constantly loaded with sarcastic quips and sharp comments. Still, he is courteous when need be - even when it's unnecessary to mind his manners, because he doesn't believe such moments exist -, and places emphasis on the need for chivalry.
Because of his preference for such outdated customs and mannerisms, he is often compared to an old man. He enjoys staying home to curl up on his favorite armchair with a cup of tea in one hand, and his favorite book in the other... which brings us to Arthur's often hidden love for all that is romantic. Few people know this, but deep inside, Arthur has always been a huge romantic. It's blatant in his favorite classics and books, in which beautiful women are saved by gallant knights, and brave kings lead their kingdoms to victory and glory. (The tale of King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, and Guinevere is a prime example of such stories.)
Despite his literature preference and tendency to act like a gentleman, it doesn't take long for most people to figure out that Arthur has quite a temper - and that it doesn't take much to trigger it. Once angered, his language becomes much more coarse than it usually is, and he tends to be more liberal with his curses. He'll shout, insult, and yell until all his frustration and irritation is vented out, which may actually take a while. Those who knew him during his more reckless days can definitely see that, when angered (or drunk, but this really depends on who he's with), Arthur is not unlike the delinquent he once was.
When Arthur was younger, he was quite the troublemaker, often breaking rules and doing as he pleased. It was during that time that Arthur let go of all inhibitions and ran free, learning (and mastering) the electric guitar, getting a tattoo of the instrument, drinking, smoking... and so on and so forth. (Admittedly, he still carries a love for rock music to this day.) Despite this time marking a reckless period for him, England can't bring himself to be ashamed, because it was during this time that he felt happy and free while on land. On the sea, where he felt the most free - which was quite ironic, given his inability to swim -, Arthur was still quite the gentleman... though, admittedly, he was slightly more brutal and had a dormant sadistic streak.
But, back to his temper. As he is easily angered - and easily flustered, easily embarrassed... -, he finds himself conflicted with many, many people. Unfortunately, once someone gets onto Arthur's bad side, they're likely to remain there for a while. He has a tendency to carry grudges for quite a long time. Coupled with this are his severe trust issues, which may or may not be part of the reason why he is so hard to get along with. Blame his brothers for having picked on him so often when he was a child, or others for doing the same to that small, scrawny British child with the atrocious eyebrows... anyone, really. The point is that Arthur's trust is very, very hard to get. He'll be polite and play nice, but that doesn't mean he will readily believe everything you do and say. In fact, he's likely to doubt some of the nicer things people tell him, if only because he just isn't used to it. In the past, people have attacked him and betrayed him much too often. Thus, it really isn't any surprise to see him wary of most everyone.
All this combined make him a very hard person to befriend... and thus, he doesn't have many people he's close with. There's only a limited number of people that he truly cares about in return, though he's in constant denial of this concern. Though he tries to act as if his lack of companions don't bother him, deep inside, it's one of the biggest troubles on his mind. Yes, he enjoys his times of peace and quiet, but sometimes, he desires for something more. No matter how much he denies it (both to others and himself), Arthur gets lonely rather easily.
Those who have the honor of receiving the Englishman's full trust is entitled to a friend and ally for quite a long time. Though he is no longer a rebellious punk, Arthur is not any less fierce than he was before. Should any of his friends need a helping hand, he will be the first to arrive with aid, and the last to leave. Still, this doesn't mean that his demeanor will change very much... though a priveleged few may get a chance to see the more gentler side of him if they play their cards right. This side is arguably his 'true' side, the one he keeps hidden away because he fears getting mocked or hurt. He's learned over the years that only pain can come from openly displaying your emotions, and so he tries to keep his gentleness hidden.
Don't be fooled by his temper and hidden compassion, though. He was one of the leading figures in the rather unfavorable world of the underground, after all. His actions are well-planned and executed with nothing less than perfection, and isn't afraid to be the only one standing in the face of an enemy. Nonetheless, he does know when he needs help, and, even though he really, really doesn't want to, he'll end up swallowing his pride and asking others for their aid if the situation is too tough for him to handle alone. Arthur, while not flauntingly arrogant, is quite proud of all his achievements and strengths. He'll say or do some rather regrettable things to protect his pride, because he believes that a person without pride in him or herself is just a tool, ready to be stepped on and used. He'll also do some regrettable things in order to protect his pride, and finds it difficult to ask others for help. It's only when he can't get any more desperate that he begins inching towards a chosen few for help, as his competitive side strengthens his hatred for losing.
Unfortunately for him, this pride of his is often wounded when he gets drunk. Old habits die hard, after all, and Arthur is certainly no exception. Despite claiming to have left his days as a delinquent far behind, he still carries with him a love for alcoholic beverages. It's his lack of tolerance that gets him drunk before quite a few others, and thus leads to embarrassing situations that often depress him when he sobers up and remembers. When he's inebriated, he's susceptible to bouts of anger, depression, and regret - overall, a person no one wants to be around. He will often reflect on the past, though what he sputters in his drunken stupor will change with each person. With some, he will bully and mock to tears, while he is prone to crying and frustrated yelling with a very few chosen others. (One should also keep in mind that he becomes much more loose when he's drunk, which may or may not lead to wandering hands...)
Knowing all this, one wouldn't really expect Arthur to lose things as easily as he does. He's always on time, always prepared, always informed - and so on and so forth. Howeer, the truth is that Arthur misplaces things often, to the point where he has been unofficially dubbed the 'king of losing things'.
One of the main driving forces of Arthur's thoughts and actions is probably his pessimistic attitude. He'll likely be found saying 'it's impossible' more often than 'it's possible', and is not really the best person to go to if you're in need of some hope in a relatively dark situation. He is quite self-deprecating, often making fun of himself and putting himself down, and doesn't really blame his lack of friends on anyone but himself.
Likes
♡Embroidery
♡Craftsmanship
♡Reading
♡Rock music
♡Guitar
♡Tea
♡Nature
♡Children & other cute things
♡English culture
Dislikes
✘People who make fun of his eyebrows
✘People who make fun of his cooking
✘Being interrupted
✘Being alone
✘Swimming
✘Surprises
✘Change
✘Sugar-coated words
Strengths
☆Sharp wit
☆Resourceful
☆Staying calm in bad situations
☆Can think on his feet
☆Capable strategist
☆Loyal
☆Determined
☆Very logical
☆Lying/Deception
Weaknesses
★Can't swim
★Children
★Pessimist
★Rejection
★Misplaces things easily
★Self-expression
★Doesn't trust people easily
★Temper
History: Fairytales have generally been a part of most children's lives, but never has there been anyone as affected by them as Arthur Kirkland. But, that is not quite where his tale begins.
The first page of his story features a grand white house in the heart of London, decorated with the greenest of grasses in the front, and one of the most beautiful rose gardens in the back. Within the home lived a happy couple and their four children, of which Arthur was the youngest.
As his parents were busy with work, Arthur was often left in the care of his siblings, whom he loved as much as they loved him. Unlike them, however, Arthur was physically small (petite, they said), and was uninterested in the hobbies that they tried to get him to embrace. More than dancing, more than sports, and more than anything else a boy his age was expected to enjoy, the youngest Kirkland child found himself absolutely enamored with books - particularly fairytales.
Thus, in order to appease him on the nights that their parents were particularly late, Arthur's siblings told him fairytales. They read him fantastic stories of lonely princesses being rescued by dashing knights, and even made up some of their own, if they felt particularly creative that night. Nothing pleased Arthur more, and it wasn't long before the child began to see the world through rose coloured glasses. Arthur became convinecd that his life would eventually end up like those fairytales that he'd been told as a child, and waited patiently for a beautiful princess to rescue.
However, as the boy slowly grew older, his ideal world began to change and morph into something that definitely couldn't be part of a fairytale. His parents, once so happy and loving toward one another, began to argue and fight on a daily basis after it was discovered that they'd both cheated on one another. His siblings, for a multitude of reasons, left at around this time - sometimes returning mere hours later, other times returning after several days, or not even coming back at all.
Needless to say, Arthur felt terrified, betrayed, and abandoned. He waited for his siblings to come home and save him from the shrieking and the crying and the crashes from all over the house, but they never came. (To this day, this bitterness remains, and he can't understand why they couldn't save their youngest brother alongside them, if they were going to run away.) So, instead, he began waiting for his knight, his prince charming.
Unsurprisingly, no such person came.
Arthur couldn't stand it. No matter how much he begged and cried, nothing seemed to get better. In fact, things only seemed to become worse. It was only when he saw his father physically abuse his mother that Arthur just couldn't sit still and wait anymore. His life was no fairytale. In fact, fairytales were ridiculous. There were never any happy endings, and if there were, he wouldn't get any. Thus, he got up and left the house, figuring that if his siblings were able to find distractions that kept them happy outside of those deceitful white walls of the Kirkland home, he could, too.
That was what led to Arthur's introduction to the darker, more illegal side of life.
He tentatively stepped out of his recently broken shell, afraid yet eager to soak in the true nature of the world he'd blinded himself from thus far. He didn't dawdle on drugs for long, but what time he spent doing them dug into his already empty wallet. He needed either money or free drugs, and neither was really available to him. So, he did what was natural. He began stealing, lying, and cheating - anything to get more of the drugs (which later turned into alcohol) that took him to a world that was too numb to care about love and hate, surprises and accidents.
When Arthur joined a gang, a relatively small group of ragtag teens who were connected only by the desire to survive, thrive, and be accepted, even if it was at the most basic levels, he felt happy. Though he wasn't necessarily close with any of them, they never shared disgusted looks or threw fists. They were civil, and a dysfunctional family of sorts. Arthur was fine with that. But as their gang grew, the distance between each member grew, and trust became difficult. People began leaving left and right, and, once money was involved, fists, knives, and guns came into play. Trust was a word used to get ahead of the game, and promises were only valid for the second they were made at best. Friends existed to be used as scapegoats, and the only one he could rely on was himself.
No matter how much Arthur hated this environment, no matter how lonely and sad he was, he found himself thriving. He distanced himself from others, never trusting and never giving a reason to be trusted, and learned how to lie and cheat and steal better than the rest. He'd learned how to fight and use his slightly lanky stature to an advantage, and what little fat he had was turned into muscle as he took advantage of every subtle blessing his body was given. Arthur became a feared and respected figure in his neighborhood, though if he had to be honest, that only meant he was that was much more vulnerable, that much more hated, and that much more pursued.
It was during this time that he met three of the most important people in his life - Elizabeth, Victoria, and Winston.
Elizabeth was a charismatic woman who was a few years his senior, with all the strength and pride of a fierce lion. She was always by his side, and he by hers, to the point where they were jokingly referred to as a married couple. (She even let him stay in her apartment, rather than having him live alone just a few streets down.) It was through this kind of close relationship that Elizabeth was able to realize that Arthur simply didn't belong in such a setting. He didn't advance and remain at the top because he particularly wanted to, but rather, because he was good at it, and because he wanted to survive. (After all, there was no way he'd return to his home. He wasn't even sure if that house still belonged to his family.) Thus, through several months of unrelenting effort, she managed to convince him to leave the gang behind.
Arthur finally believed that he'd found his princess and was determined to protect her, even if he was no longer in any position to do so. He worked multiple small jobs to help her pay for the rent, and was in the process of saving up to purchase a ring to ask her for her hand in marriage.
She died of pancreatic cancer before he was able to collect enough money, and his fairytale once again came to an abrupt end.
He wandered around after her death, having an interest in absolutely nothing and only further sinking into depression with each passing day. He spent his time at the library, where it was quiet and he was allowed to wallow in his misery in peace, and eventually came to meet Victoria. Victoria was a librarian, and perhaps one of the sweetest people Arthur had ever met. Her strength was less raw than Elizabeth's, but it was softer, more inviting - something he just couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he told her to go away and insisted that he was fine. She was the one who helped him regain hope, and broadened his love for literature. She was a romantic, and portions of her preferences and mindset rubbed off on him. (Though there are plenty of reasons why, Victoria is definitely one of the reasons why Arthur will happily curl up with a copy of 'Pride and Predjudice' rather than go out and enjoy the sun.)
She was also the one who introduced Arthur to her cousin, Winston. Winston was, to be brief, perhaps one of the most impulsive and optimistic men that Arthur had ever met. After seeing Arthur's intellectual potential, he immediately enrolled the boy in World W Academy, even before the youngest Kirkland had a chance to object. Arthur was accepted on a half-scholarship. Though he'd been hesitant to, he ended up using the money he'd been saving to purchase Elizabeth's engagement ring (as well as some donations given to him by Victoria and Winston) to pay for the rest of the tuition costs, and begin attending the school.
Weapon: Gun
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 4
~Courage: 4
~Diligence: 5
~Expression: 2
~Understanding: 2
Persona:
~Name: Equus
~Arcana: Emperor
~Drain: N/A
~Weak: Dark
~Null: Light
~Resist: N/A
~Skills: Mabufula, Agidyne, Ziodyne, Garudyne, Mahamaon, Twin Shot, Analysis, Apt Pupil
Roleplay Sample:
He's absolutely terrified, frightened and daunted and just plain scared. He knows that there's nothing to be afraid of, that Alfred would catch him should he fall, but that doesn't chase away the fear.
He knows that he's being stupid and irrational, that there's only one thing - one phrase, two breaths, three words - to say in order to achieve what he's been yearning for years now. He knows, but he can't act; he feels, but he can't express.
It's utterly frustrating, and seeing the bit of pain that always shines in those beautiful blue eyes, those breathtaking orbs that capture the azure hues of the vast American skies, never fail to wring his heart. He feels stupid and incompetent, and the unwelcome thought of Alfred in the arms of another - offering that smile, that laugh, that light - worms its way into his head again. It angers him, much more than it should, given what he could do and what he was refusing to do, and his inability just makes his mood worse.
He curses and drinks and yells and destroys, but nothing works. The burning anger, the choking frustration, the breathtaking love - all of it remains, intertwining and mixing in a way that they shouldn't. He tries to stop himself, tries to keep his distance and save the one he loves so painfully much, but he learns that he can't live without Alfred. He can't live without his sun, his light.
He's no longer desensitized to the pain of being alone, of knowing that he was born into this world by accident and that his birth had broken apart a family that had once been happy and content. Darkness scares him, now, and he finds himself blindly groping for the sun even with the numbing glow of the moon hovering beside him. It's not the same, he doesn't want it to be the same, and so he searches, clinging and hurting and destroying as he tries to keep the light that he dims with his own hands.
He knows that he should leave now, that he should turn around and run away and let the sun share its radiance and warmth with those who deserve it. He was born into this world unloved, and is fated to leave it unloved; he didn't deserve Alfred's affections for even the briefest moments, even if they were bound to recede in the future anyway.
But every time he tries to pull away, those hands, so warm and comforting and forgiving, always pull him back. His hair is petted and his lips are kissed, his cheeks are caressed and his hands held, all while a voice too gentle and loving to be a part of his life whispers, "It's okay, Arthur; it's okay. I'm sorry. I love you."
And just like that, he's back, once more staring up at the grand, unfaltering wall called fear.
He's absolutely terrified, frightened and daunted and just plain scared. He knows that there's nothing to be afraid of, that Alfred would catch him should he fall, but that doesn't chase away the fear. Because he knows, oh, he knows, that should he take a step forward and accept that he was in love and was being loved in return, everything will crumble beneath his fingers until they are nothing but dust. Warm smiles and inviting hands will turn into cold eyes and bloody fists, and gentle 'I love you's will turn into merciless 'Get out of my sight's.
He can't take that - not again. So he continues trying to escape, continues trying to soak up the pain and trying to get used to it, but every time, those beautiful blue eyes pull him back, and he finds himself in square one again - frustrated, angry, and unmistakably, undeniably, unbelievably in love.
He knows that he's being stupid and irrational, that there's only one thing - one phrase, two breaths, three words - to say in order to achieve what he's been yearning for years now. He knows, but he can't act; he feels, but he can't express.
It's utterly frustrating, and seeing the bit of pain that always shines in those beautiful blue eyes, those breathtaking orbs that capture the azure hues of the vast American skies, never fail to wring his heart. He feels stupid and incompetent, and the unwelcome thought of Alfred in the arms of another - offering that smile, that laugh, that light - worms its way into his head again. It angers him, much more than it should, given what he could do and what he was refusing to do, and his inability just makes his mood worse.
He curses and drinks and yells and destroys, but nothing works. The burning anger, the choking frustration, the breathtaking love - all of it remains, intertwining and mixing in a way that they shouldn't. He tries to stop himself, tries to keep his distance and save the one he loves so painfully much, but he learns that he can't live without Alfred. He can't live without his sun, his light.
He's no longer desensitized to the pain of being alone, of knowing that he was born into this world by accident and that his birth had broken apart a family that had once been happy and content. Darkness scares him, now, and he finds himself blindly groping for the sun even with the numbing glow of the moon hovering beside him. It's not the same, he doesn't want it to be the same, and so he searches, clinging and hurting and destroying as he tries to keep the light that he dims with his own hands.
He knows that he should leave now, that he should turn around and run away and let the sun share its radiance and warmth with those who deserve it. He was born into this world unloved, and is fated to leave it unloved; he didn't deserve Alfred's affections for even the briefest moments, even if they were bound to recede in the future anyway.
But every time he tries to pull away, those hands, so warm and comforting and forgiving, always pull him back. His hair is petted and his lips are kissed, his cheeks are caressed and his hands held, all while a voice too gentle and loving to be a part of his life whispers, "It's okay, Arthur; it's okay. I'm sorry. I love you."
And just like that, he's back, once more staring up at the grand, unfaltering wall called fear.
He's absolutely terrified, frightened and daunted and just plain scared. He knows that there's nothing to be afraid of, that Alfred would catch him should he fall, but that doesn't chase away the fear. Because he knows, oh, he knows, that should he take a step forward and accept that he was in love and was being loved in return, everything will crumble beneath his fingers until they are nothing but dust. Warm smiles and inviting hands will turn into cold eyes and bloody fists, and gentle 'I love you's will turn into merciless 'Get out of my sight's.
He can't take that - not again. So he continues trying to escape, continues trying to soak up the pain and trying to get used to it, but every time, those beautiful blue eyes pull him back, and he finds himself in square one again - frustrated, angry, and unmistakably, undeniably, unbelievably in love.
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