Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 22, 2011 12:34:53 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Arthur Kirkland
Street Name: None
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: 23
Bitch or Homie: Homie
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?: London, United Kingdom
Whatchoo do?: Currently unemployed
Who you be reppin?: N/A
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do:
[/li][li] Difficult
[/li][li] Stubborn
[/li][li] Independent
[/li][li] Temperamental
[/li][li] Grumpy
[/li][li] Protective
[/li][li] Awkward
[/li][li] Self-conscious
[/li][li] Easily flustered
[/li][li] Loyal
[/li][li] Somewhat clingy
[/li][li] Callous attitude
[/li][li] Pessimist
[/li][li] Focused
[/li][li] Absent-minded
[/li][li] Dreamer
[/li][li] Intelligent
[/li][li] Old-fashioned
[/li][li] Perfectionist
[/li][li] Eclectic
[/li][li] Romanticist
[/li][li] Adventurous (is a bit impulsive)
[/li][li] English gentleman
[/li][li] Crafty
[/li][li] Roguish
[/li][li] Doesn't trust very easily
[/li][li] Collector
[/li][li] Patriot[/color]
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing:
[/li][li] Alfred
[/li][li] Tea
[/li][li] Quiet
[/li][li] Antiques
[/li][li] Embroidery
[/li][li] Gardening
[/li][li] Being outside
[/li][li] Challenging subjects (he can say for sure that Alfred is one of those)
[/li][li] Mild weather
[/li][li] Books
[/li][li] Knowledge
[/li][li] Politics
[/li][li] Intelligent people
[/li][li] Obscure subjects
[/li][li] Cleanliness
[/li][li] Cats
[/li][li] Rain
[/li][li] Punk music
[/li][li] Magic
[/li][li] Fantasy
[/li][li] His mother country
[/li][li] Football (the proper football, not the rubbish the Americans came up with)
[/li][li] Cooking[/color]
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:
[/li][li] Guns
[/li][li] Alfred getting hurt
[/li][li] Noise
[/li][li] Loud people
[/li][li] Humidity
[/li][li] Idiots
[/li][li] Doctors
[/li][li] Liars
[/li][li] Being drunk
[/li][li] Dogs
[/li][li] Stale air
[/li][li] Dust
[/li][li] Dirty things
[/li][li] Coffee
[/li][li] Anything not British
[/li][li] Poems
[/li][li] Being interrupted
[/li][li] Dead bodies
[/li][li] French people
[/li][li] Gingers (for the most part)[/color]
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through: Arthur had a rather quiet childhood. He grew up in the heart of London with two older brothers who usually wanted nothing to do with him – though if they did, he found himself the first victim of their numerous pranks. He was an awkward child, always having difficulty making friends, but found solace in every book he could read (he loved mythology, and adventure, and fantasy; anything he could get his hands on). He was teased constantly by his brothers and his peers, causing the boy to become very self-conscious and withdrew even further from children his age. Even used to this treatment, Arthur stubbornly vowed to come out on top someday.
He worked easily through his schooling, earning top grades, until he was ready to enter into University. Arthur surprised his parents greatly by applying to a top college in the United States, instead of Cambridge or somewhere of equal prestige in England. When asked for the reason, Arthur simply said he wanted the adventure.
His college years were a blur to him for the most part (though he remembers his ‘punk’ phase distinctly; he still has that tattoo on his hip), and Arthur felt increasingly restless. He was unemployed, even with a graduate degree with honors; there never seemed to be an opportunity for a job in the area that he was in. Not knowing what to do, the Englishman impulsively pulled out a map, closed his eyes, and poked a random spot with his finger.
That spot was Polaris. Arthur had heard many things about the place, but it intrigued him. Deciding to (perhaps temporarily) relocate there, he quickly secured a tiny apartment to rent in the hopes that he would be able to find a job. Once he moved there, opportunities to earn cash were more readily available. While he didn’t have a steady job, Arthur still made enough money to make sure he wouldn’t be thrown out on the streets.
It was here that he met Alfred. Arthur had been walking down the main street when the American had come up to him and started chatting excitedly. Despite his many attempts to ditch the loud blond (and grumpily answering the barrage of questions; honestly, where did he come up with these things?), Arthur simply could not shake him, and grudgingly put up with his company. But as time went on, the two became close friends, and soon the Englishman found himself falling in love. They moved in together as lovers, and while Arthur had no idea what made Alfred fall for someone like him, he could not deny that he had never felt so happy before.
On my knees in the night
Other shit: He has quite a collection of romance novels, though he will always say that books that have anything to do with magic and romance (Harry Potter among them) were his top favorite. While the fact that Arthur was a romantic sap could be quite obvious to anyone who meets him, he would vehemently deny it. He also is fond of collecting things that may seem useless to anyone else, but he loves different trinkets. Arthur owns a white and brown tabby as well, named Crumpet.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got: (RP sample)
[ From APHP - Hetalia/Harry Potter cross over]
Arithmancy was really the only class Arthur could say that he was truly looking forward to. He felt at home with the numbers and formulas, finding them welcome companions compared to the nincompoops who also intended this school. Scoffing quietly to himself, the Englishman wrestled his shoe away from his cat – the little bugger – and managed to escape his dorm without too much hassle once he had gathered what he needed for class.
He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder to a more comfortable position, glancing once at his schedule to make sure he had the room correct before setting off. Ah, it was the same classroom as last year, was it? Perhaps this new professor could actually open the bloody curtains. And clean the damn place. Arthur was not too fond of the dark, rather dusty classroom.
Standing in front of the classroom door, the blond felt a hint of nervousness flutter in his stomach. Would this new professor be just as good as their last? He had rather liked the fellow. Arthur hoped that this…Henriques character knew the subject just as well. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room, and his green eyes found the professor immediately. Murmuring a quiet greeting, he settled down in a desk about halfway to the front and put his textbook in front of him.
Glancing around, Arthur noticed that he seemed to be the only Ravenclaw here. That was a bit surprising to him. Surely there must be more of his housemates interested in the subject? Though…he also could see that there was one person from each House here. Interesting. He frowned slightly, but shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and straightened in his seat. He was here to learn, after all.
Arithmancy was really the only class Arthur could say that he was truly looking forward to. He felt at home with the numbers and formulas, finding them welcome companions compared to the nincompoops who also intended this school. Scoffing quietly to himself, the Englishman wrestled his shoe away from his cat – the little bugger – and managed to escape his dorm without too much hassle once he had gathered what he needed for class.
He adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder to a more comfortable position, glancing once at his schedule to make sure he had the room correct before setting off. Ah, it was the same classroom as last year, was it? Perhaps this new professor could actually open the bloody curtains. And clean the damn place. Arthur was not too fond of the dark, rather dusty classroom.
Standing in front of the classroom door, the blond felt a hint of nervousness flutter in his stomach. Would this new professor be just as good as their last? He had rather liked the fellow. Arthur hoped that this…Henriques character knew the subject just as well. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room, and his green eyes found the professor immediately. Murmuring a quiet greeting, he settled down in a desk about halfway to the front and put his textbook in front of him.
Glancing around, Arthur noticed that he seemed to be the only Ravenclaw here. That was a bit surprising to him. Surely there must be more of his housemates interested in the subject? Though…he also could see that there was one person from each House here. Interesting. He frowned slightly, but shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and straightened in his seat. He was here to learn, after all.
[It's short by 8 words, so hopefully this is okay. If I need to put something up that's longer, let me know. <3]
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise