Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Feb 3, 2012 14:27:56 GMT -5
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GilbertHeinrichBeilschmidt,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M RAE! AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 5 YEARS, DUDES SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT PM OR HOTMAIL AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
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FULL NAME Gilbert Heinrich Beilschmidt
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Germany
AGE 18
GRADE .....Umm...Senior, I guess? Does that make sense?
OCCUPATION if applicable
SEXUALITY Bi-curious
BIRTHDAY January 14, 1994
SCHEDULE
World History (AP)
British & World Literature
English Foundations II
Business & Consumer Math
French III
Chemistry
Physical Education (full year)
Astronomy (full year)
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
DISLIKES
-Classes, detentions, teachers, school in general....
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STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
PERSONALITY
HISTORY
RP EXAMPLE
He was a general. Gilbert had sat awake for most of the night poring over maps and strageties of how to confront Ludwig. Using his battered up, alcohol stained chair as his fortress, he swivelled back and fourth in it, scribbling fragments of potential dialogue on an old beer mat and draining several more bottles of beer while fiddling with a pack of cards for divination. If he won this game, he would probably be arrested, although this didn't process in his current state, instead focusing on Ludwig and Bri's horrified faces when they woke up to find the entire nation adorned with Prussian eagles. And if he lost, he would say nothing and wait to see what happened, although he hadn't taken much thought to this option, instead focusing on the "awesome" alternative.
As the night grew longer, the albino wrote up more complicated "rules" for himself in an unreadable scrawl, crimson eyes wide with anticipation. If he won but took him longer than two hours, he would drape a countless number of flags around Bri's house as well. If he won and put down the king of hearts first, he would also bore Ludwig to death with a long, rambling speech on "The Mighty Prussia's General Awesomeness," though what he meant by that Gilbert had no idea. With this in mind, he tried out sentences in his head, In between solitaire games and drinking heavily, of course. Somewhere, there were words that would convey his thoughts on the German flag and whatever else he had to moan about while in his current drunken state.
After what seemed to him as a few hours, Gilbert's mind began to wander, quickly losing the will to continue plotting, after all, he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't need a stained beermat to remind him. Now was the time to put his plans to action before the population of Berlin woke to find...absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It was Christmas! They would surely be expecting some form of surprise anyway, what with Finland's obsession with launching presents at unsuspecting children from the safety of a flying sleigh. In comparison, his plans for Christmas morning were far less extreme than the Nordic's, so what did it matter if he decorated the streets of the capital a little? Berlin wouldn't exist without him, after all, and it was high time the people as well as Bri showed some respect to their God, in his opinion.
He was only doing his duty.
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It started as a light throbbing in the darkness. Then, it steadily grew and broke Gilbert from the haze he had been in as he rose from his position on what he assumed to be the floor. It was clear that he was no longer on the side of the road as the sounds of congested traffic no longer reached his ears, though where he was was question entirely. He tried to move his hand to the pain in his side, but was unable to do so. It registered in his mind that something was fastened around his wrist after managing to acknowledge that his hand was unnaturally heavy, although his every limb felt like lead as it was, and that a rounded silver object was dangling from it. Slowly, he to blinked his unfocused, crimson eyes to clear the cloud that was blurring everything into one, and as she did so attempted to piece together what had happened over the past few hours. It didn't seem as though his situation was great, whatever it was.
After a few blinks, he managed to clear his eyes to the extent that he could see the iron bars that stood mere inches away from where he now sat on the hard, concrete floor, and the faint outline of a uniformed man in the distance, although he seemed to e so far away...
Scheiße. What the...oh crap.
His head pounded, was he hallucinating? Groaning, Gilbert raised his hand to rub his surprisingly weary eyes, though froze half way as the soft clinking of metal reached his ears after a few delayed moments, as he attempted to process the handcuff that was clasped around his wrist, biting into his skin uncomfortably, though why the cops had only freed one hand he had no idea. Obviously, they weren't the brightest of people on the force, and with any luck they hadn't met him before, as he had been far from cooperative the past few times he had had a run-in with the law.
His thoughts were immediately scattered around his already groggy head at the sound of a man's voice, although he seemed to be too far away for Gilbert to comprehend absolutely everything that was beng said, although he did pick out the odd word, such as 'breaking and entering,' 'vandalism,' and 'speeding,' which didn't sound too good even to him.
The didn't sound the best; as though he was recovering from a hangover, though considering Ludwig's attitude a cop would most likely rather die than act quite so stupidly, which brought his usual smirk to his aching features, despite his current situation. Having been through the procedure countless times, it was starting to become almost natural to him.
Dude, it's so not a novel... xD
As the night grew longer, the albino wrote up more complicated "rules" for himself in an unreadable scrawl, crimson eyes wide with anticipation. If he won but took him longer than two hours, he would drape a countless number of flags around Bri's house as well. If he won and put down the king of hearts first, he would also bore Ludwig to death with a long, rambling speech on "The Mighty Prussia's General Awesomeness," though what he meant by that Gilbert had no idea. With this in mind, he tried out sentences in his head, In between solitaire games and drinking heavily, of course. Somewhere, there were words that would convey his thoughts on the German flag and whatever else he had to moan about while in his current drunken state.
After what seemed to him as a few hours, Gilbert's mind began to wander, quickly losing the will to continue plotting, after all, he knew what he wanted to do, and he didn't need a stained beermat to remind him. Now was the time to put his plans to action before the population of Berlin woke to find...absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. It was Christmas! They would surely be expecting some form of surprise anyway, what with Finland's obsession with launching presents at unsuspecting children from the safety of a flying sleigh. In comparison, his plans for Christmas morning were far less extreme than the Nordic's, so what did it matter if he decorated the streets of the capital a little? Berlin wouldn't exist without him, after all, and it was high time the people as well as Bri showed some respect to their God, in his opinion.
He was only doing his duty.
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It started as a light throbbing in the darkness. Then, it steadily grew and broke Gilbert from the haze he had been in as he rose from his position on what he assumed to be the floor. It was clear that he was no longer on the side of the road as the sounds of congested traffic no longer reached his ears, though where he was was question entirely. He tried to move his hand to the pain in his side, but was unable to do so. It registered in his mind that something was fastened around his wrist after managing to acknowledge that his hand was unnaturally heavy, although his every limb felt like lead as it was, and that a rounded silver object was dangling from it. Slowly, he to blinked his unfocused, crimson eyes to clear the cloud that was blurring everything into one, and as she did so attempted to piece together what had happened over the past few hours. It didn't seem as though his situation was great, whatever it was.
After a few blinks, he managed to clear his eyes to the extent that he could see the iron bars that stood mere inches away from where he now sat on the hard, concrete floor, and the faint outline of a uniformed man in the distance, although he seemed to e so far away...
Scheiße. What the...oh crap.
His head pounded, was he hallucinating? Groaning, Gilbert raised his hand to rub his surprisingly weary eyes, though froze half way as the soft clinking of metal reached his ears after a few delayed moments, as he attempted to process the handcuff that was clasped around his wrist, biting into his skin uncomfortably, though why the cops had only freed one hand he had no idea. Obviously, they weren't the brightest of people on the force, and with any luck they hadn't met him before, as he had been far from cooperative the past few times he had had a run-in with the law.
His thoughts were immediately scattered around his already groggy head at the sound of a man's voice, although he seemed to be too far away for Gilbert to comprehend absolutely everything that was beng said, although he did pick out the odd word, such as 'breaking and entering,' 'vandalism,' and 'speeding,' which didn't sound too good even to him.
The didn't sound the best; as though he was recovering from a hangover, though considering Ludwig's attitude a cop would most likely rather die than act quite so stupidly, which brought his usual smirk to his aching features, despite his current situation. Having been through the procedure countless times, it was starting to become almost natural to him.
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