Post by bonnefoys on Aug 17, 2010 5:46:36 GMT -5
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gilbertbeilschmidt
who's gonna run my town tonight!
GENDER ❚ male
AGE ❚ twenty-two
ETHNICITY ❚ prussian
SEXUALITY ❚ pansexual
OCCUPATION ❚ trainer
ITEMS ❚ none
POKEMON ❚ none
❚ APPEARANCE
He's a whopping 1.8 metres, which really appears normal considering how sickly he looks. It appears that the nutrients he has taken have only gone to his height, and his statistics show through - Gilbert weighs only 160 pounds, which is comparably significantly less than others. Even his lean shows how true this may be - Gilbert is awfully thin and scrawny for someone his age, but despite this some muscles show through, results of body building. He's not all hardcore about maintaining fitness, but perhaps his skin would actually serve as an explanation for his stunning thin frame.
Without even closely inspecting, it is evident that Gilbert is an albino. He perhaps came lucky to live past the intended age of 15, but then again it makes him so frail and susceptible to many illnesses. Then again, it didn't show through in the rest of his family, leaving him to believe that it was recessive, or he was just so awesome to contract it. His hair is pale, white like winter, aghast, devoid of colour. The white locks are unkempt and the neatest it goes is really how it's kept at a decent trim. Kind of ironic that he believes in looking smart.
His eyes are bloodshot red, very likely to be a downside of albinism issue. Still, he's pretty optimistic and lies to kids that he's wearing contacts and dyed his hair. Most of them buy it, and the rest who don't, he doesn't give a damn anyway. His nose is crooked, long, narrow, pointed, and with a sharp chin to add to that, it appears as though he's quite sharp himself. His mouth is thin, mostly found in a wide grin if not a determined scowl.
His choice of attire is mostly his black sleeveless top and a crisp white jacket, if not a black form fitting short sleeved T-shirt and a red and black plaid bandanna. He's accustomed to jeans if not black dress pants and Italian branded shoes that don't look suitable for walking. Of course, if the weather calls for it, Gilbert will gladly pull out his black tweed coat, adorned with gold buttons with complex designs embossed on them. He would look like your typical rich guy, though he really isn't. By the looks of it, he'd even be rich enough to have a gun, which he does, for no reason beyond "self defence".
❚ PERSONALITY
He's blunt, brash and kind of a prick. Gilbert doesn't really think things through - He has another motto which goes "act first, think later". Planning means nothing to him - His wits are sharp enough to act on the situation. He's more of a street smart guy than being well equipped with knowledge - He acts according to situation and prefers to just charge into battle and digests things bit by bit later. Simply said, he's kind of an arrogant bastard. Gilbert has this strange complex in which he believes he's totally awesome, and no one's going to bring him down with his mindset. He's very goal orientated and prefers to have his work finished quick. In Pokémon terms, he likes to kick ass nice and quick so that life goes easier for him.
He's very outgoing. Meeting someone? He'll rope them in and declare themselves buddies before exploiting them to the best of his abilities. He's not a very well mannered man - If he can he'd rather not do anything and let people do the dirty work - Because he can. He's overconfident if not all out arrogant. He also has this strange affection towards beer, stereotypically German. It only adds on to the 101 diseases he has or will have in the next few years. Yet, he remains pretty optimistic and doesn't really care about those. He prefers to think about things happening to him now rather than thinking ahead. He has absolutely no planning skills whatsoever.
He's totally apathetic to anything pornographic. He's pretty sure he got knocked out in a bar once and went home without his virginity. Gilbert believes his foster brother even has his own stash of porn. He's all round familiar with the family safe words of "bondage" and he loves everyone, guy or girl. He's kind of charming, though his girlfriend and him fell out pretty fast, he doesn't seem to care much either.
Yet, despite his pretty insane exterior is the more laid back and calm him, which he only exhibited when he was younger, taking care of his foster brother who came into his life. Gilbert still retains his cheeky and ever boisterous attitude, but yet there is another layer - A more caring and more gentle interior that he rarely shows and rather not, in fear of showing weakness. His last motto? - Suum cuique - To each his own.
❚ HISTORY
His lineage was always pure - Prussian blood ran through his veins and his parents, as did all his ancestors, and even if their land existed no more, Gilbert saw this as uniqueness, saw it as superiority. Yet, when he was delivered it was clear as day that Gilbert suffered albinism, as his skin was pale, hair was white. He ended up spoilt to death and his parents kept him at home, worried that he might end up falling and what not and get himself injured, which wasn't at all desirable. Gilbert got all that he wanted - And this shaped him to be arrogant, developing the mindset that he was too good to go out into the sun, too good to go out of the house, and he was so amazing that he could command grown ups to do his bidding.
When he was eight he met his childhood sweetheart, who kept insisting that she was a guy. Of course, he bought it too, until he was toying with her and realised, though she still kept believing she was a guy despite his attempts to rectify her grave mistake. That day, he went home flustered than ever, and got his first experience in love, though he understood none of it. He understood so little, that one day when his parents popped him off at foster care, he didn't even realise until he was all alone that he began to see the truth. The children there shunned him because of his disease, thinking he was some sickly kid with cooties and no one neared him, leaving him utterly miserable. He grew up in that home, devoid of any joy. Families refused to adopt an albino, and thus his life was lacking everything, until he turned fifteen. That night, by some freak accident the foster care home was set ablaze, and from it Gilbert fled, until he heard the cries of one last child. Without word he grabbed the kid and ran, effectively saving him and losing his lifeline.
The kid had nowhere to go. Neither did he. He figured that he could call themselves brothers, though it was all just a lie. Exploiting his brother's uses were relatively easy - People were sympathetic to a small and helpless kid and using him to beg for cash was pretty much keeping their income steady. Passing off as an older kid to secure a job at a shady bar, Gilbert kept himself working there and more than often got himself drunk, stumbling home for an 11 year old to take care of him. Their lives functioned like this for seven straight years, until Gilbert got bored of the joint. He spent everything else he had on a shabby apartment for his brother and then helped him get a job, before he grabbed some clothes and a haversack before he walked straight off, looking back to see his brother for one last time before he departed for Star.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
