Gilbert Weilschmidt // Prussia[Accepted]

[Gilbert Weilschmidt]

♦GILBERT WEILSCHMIDT♦

The Basics
Character Name
Gilbert Weilschmidt
Age
27
Gender
Male
Country
Prussia
Hometown
Königsberg, Prussia
Occupation
Smuggler/Petty Thief


In Depth
Physical Description
Gilbert was born an albino, thus making his skin extremely pale in colour, his hair a snowy white, and his eyes a piercing red. His pale, easily burnt skin makes living in the desert extremely impractical for him. He feels that his body ought to be shared with the world, and is too gorgeous to be hidden. His clothes are often loose, comfortable and a bit showy, and not at all embracing the Victorian ideals. He wears this look with a cocky smirk. However, his stubborn insistence on doing dealings in the desert while not dressing appropriately means that his skin is often riddled with burns. The only thing he does to protect himself is hide under a cute parasol to give his skin a bit of protection. Also adding to the cuter image, he often has a bird settled atop his head.

Gilbert is not so immodest that he shows off more than his chest and stomach though. The stuffier Victorians would probably throw him out of their establishments if he did. He does cover up enough to hide the many scars on his body. He is ashamed of them, many received during fights or through self-mutilation.

His immodest clothes do show off a slightly malnourished frame. He has problems with eating properly, mainly due to being a bit of a spendthrift. Despite this, he is not scrawny and pathetic. He still has some impressive muscles. They are merely disappearing slowly over the years.
Personality
Gilbert is a bit of an egotistical jerk. He openly declares his superiority to all who are around him, whether they are listening or not. He is sure that he is the best at everything he does, and will do his best to prove it to everyone. He will deny any flaws in his personality or weaknesses.

The man is a bit rude and moody though. Oftentimes, he is quick to snap at those who annoy him or refuse to let him do whatever he wants. He will not tolerate people disrespecting him either, though he will openly state his opinions of others. Gilbert has trouble receiving the same treatment though, and, as a result, it sours his mood. When he gets in these foul moods, the Prussian will speak in a manner that intends on hurting. He becomes excessively cruel within seconds. He will even go so far as to physically abuse people over these small matters.

Despite his attitude, he is rather playful. Gilbert likes people and often has lasting friendships with them. To show his affections (or in some cases, hatred), he will bestow nicknames unto people. Also, be they friend or foe, Gilbert adores pranks. He has no qualms with messing with people, especially those who he spends a lot of time with. Sometimes this behavior drives people away, resulting in Gilbert often feeling rather lonely.

Despite enjoying life immensely, he can be quite serious when he needs to. He is intelligent, able to be cunning and tactful. He can handle a situation and get his work done competently if he really needs to, he just prefers acting like a reckless fool. Most of the time he is just avoiding the process of thinking while trying to enjoy life to the best of his abilities.
History
Gilbert had a perfectly comfortable childhood. His family was not rich, but they were not poor either. They got by just fine, a typical working class family living in Germany. Though, the location of where he was actually born and what his true nationality may be is a mystery. He claims to be a Prussian, but he grew up with his younger brother who claimed to be German.

At the edge of seventeen, Gilbert was beaten half to death in an alley by some religious extremists that had decided his albinism made him a demon. This event traumatized him, causing him to leave his family and join a church far away in Königsberg in an attempt to be freed from his demon. During his time with the cloth, he ended up purposefully mutilating himself at night in desperate attempts to kill the “demon” inside of him.

This behavior went on for three years. It was not until a nun found him one night, nearly dead, bleeding from gaping wounds on his stomach that it stopped. She nursed him back to health, physically and mentally. After spending a few weeks recovering with her, Gilbert denounced all forms of religion and left the church.

The moment he left the church, Gilbert was alone in the world. He had no money and his family was too far away to reach. He lived as a pauper and petty thief in the city for a year. He also took up drinking during this time, becoming a bit of a drunkard. After turning twenty-one, he fell into the wrong crowd. Smugglers.

His career as a smuggler was never very good as he has an untrustworthy look to him. He enjoys the excitement of the work though, and is the only smuggler who will deal with the harsh desert. He does not make much money off the sparse land, but he gets by fine. These days, most of his dealings are done within the walls of Aldmoor.
Important Information
-He raises birds in his ship. Names of such birds include Gilbird, Beer Sparrow, and Fritz.
-He has a reputation as a pervert but, in actuality, rarely has time for sex.
-...Even if he had time for sex, he is not smooth enough to pick anyone up.
-He keeps a diary of all his awesome adventures.
-He is not picky about what he smuggles. It can be anything as long as he makes money off of it.
-He is very skilled when wielding a gun, sword, or his fists.
Likes
-birds
-cute things
-chaos
-sleep
-beer
-smoking
-sweets
-food
-money
Dislikes
-prudes
-lawmen
-aristocrats
-books
-work

Gilbert stepped ungracefully down the sandy streets. With each step, his foot would slip a bit, causing him to look rather awkward. There was still a confidence about him though, a sort of look that rarely left him these days. Not even his exposed flesh sizzling dangerously in the blazing sun could deter him. He was awesome and nothing would bring him down.

He did, however, end up pausing for a moment, adjusting his parasol with a slight scowl to hide the burning skin from the cruel sun. The sun was being far too much of an unawesome nuisance. In response to his actions, four little birds scrabbled across his shoulders, following the shade. His cocky smirk returned with the action, and he continued on down the rather desolate street.

Luckily for the seared albino, his destination was not far away. The street opened up into a large clearing full of airships. Off to the side lay a dingy and beat up metal machine that Gilbert strolled towards in a pleased manner. He patted it affectionately, burning his hand on the heated brass, before boarding the elderly airship.

A loud greeting fell from his lips cheerily, not that anyone was around to hear it. Many members of his crew had quit or met mysterious deaths. It was just him and the birds. He pretended not to mind, as though the birds were suitable company, but he still sighed at the lack of people, heading for the bridge.

The Prussian settled in, turning the ship on. It was time to ditch this poor tiny desert town. He was going to have so much more fun in Aldmoor.

Out of Character
Name
Alexandra, Al, Sandy, Socks, Whatever you want.
Age
Seventeen
Time Zone
GMT - 5
Contact
AIM: thehorriblesock
Anything Else?
Sorry for switching characters.
And bl;hgfgiop! I hate how bad my writing style is for the personality.

[Co-Admin One]

Naw, hun, you're accepted! I really like your Prussia; he seems totally awesomely cool.