Post by scotland on Oct 14, 2010 17:55:08 GMT -5
scotland
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001. basicsFULL NAME,
alasdair morven. well, that's what he's callling himself these days, anyway.
NICKNAMES,
'ally', occasionally 'jock' although the latter would be unwise to use to his face. in instances that he has to refer to himself in third person he'll use 'cally', short for 'caledonia' - it was the first real name he had for himself, and so far his favourite.
AGE,
much older than he looks. scotland's been around for literally millenia under many names and guises, and he likes to think he's come quite far from the warlike pict nations - he's kind of really not, though, especially given the state of him on a saturday night after an old firm football match. seriously though, the first signs of civilisation in scotland are a iron-age settlement in orkney. he counts his 'real' age from 843, when king kenneth mcalpine took the throne of a united scotland.
GENDER,
male. he'll show you. no really, he will.
ETHNICITY,
caucasian, what else? disregarding small pockets of racial minorities in the major cities scotland's an incredibly homogenous country, after all.
ALLIANCE,
PEACE.
002. physicalHEIGHT,
5'10".
WEIGHT,
165lbs.
DESCRIPTION,
first off, it's pretty obvious that there's some albinism going on there, and even if his colouring was 'normal' he'd probably be red-haired and blue-eyed - not quite typical, but then again recessive traits are quite alarmingly common in his populace. he's not terribly tall but he is fairly narrow for it, even if what body mass he has is solid. he's even quite proud of his narrow wrists and visible iliac crests, happily throwing those in the face of any derogatory comments about the deep-fried mars bar. outwardly he generally looks 'a bit rough', and while his clothes are generally fairly on-trend he can be alarmingly cavalier about showing up with massive rips in them or alarming smudges. he does, however, seem alarmingly eager to break out his kilt if the occasion has even a slight chance of requiring one. his favourite tartan - of course - is the pattern of the black watch regiment. his whole 'kinda scruffy' thing carries through to his very voice, as although it's changed over the years it's now a rather bizarre mash-up of morningside edinburgh and clydeside glasgow accents, the more respectable one never really lasting very long. his voice itself is a rather raspy baritone affair, and he likes to think of it as a good threat-making voice.
not that he seems very threatening at all, particularly when you consider the last proper war he fought was in the mid-eighteenth century and he lost that rather spectacularly. despite his constantly squared shoulders and defiantly uptilted jaw, it's normally fairly obvious when he's just bluffing about being able to take someone in 'a square go'. when not picking fights he's... well, normally found being pretty much a lazy bastard. lying across chairs and slouching against walls, generally anything that doesn't require standing or sitting straight like an actual civilised person, and with that in consideration it's probably quite a surprise that he can damn well move when he wants to be. he's hardly graceful but his movement's efficient, clean, and if he's in a hurry he'll get where he's going no matter what's in the way.
003. mentalityDEMEANOR,
hypocrite.
OVERALL,
scotland is bored. all the time. yeah, sure, there's golf and all that shite, but what he really wants is to get out and break some skulls, or have sex with something. or maybe both at the same time.
after all, he's been around for aaaaages. and ages and ages. even if he doesn't count the whole 'guys in coastal caves learning what fire is' period of his life, there's always been some sort of struggle - first the celts warring amongst themselves and building sweet crannogs on lochs, and then the celts throwing rocks at the romans and generally telling them to shove their villas right up their pretty leather skirts, and finally the vikings coming to nance all over the east coast and put farms on it. seriously, what kind of faggotry was that? after that, after basically running out of things to occupy himself with, he started bugging england - just for something to do, generally, but the repeated invasions weren't exactly incentive to stop. and so it went, until somewhere in the seventeenth century he overstepped a little and found that he couldn't quite hold his own. even begging and grovelling to france didn't really do much to help.
and so, since that fateful year of 1707 when the Act of Union was enacted, he's been going slowly stir-crazy. the rebellion failed, miserably, and while the scottish King James went off to arse about in london scotland has been straining at the leash.
it's kind of obvious that he resents authority, sometimes making complete u-turns on opinions simply because he hates being told what to do. after all, he's been making vocal plans for independence and now it looks like an acceptable thing to do he's reconsidering. after all, that'd be playing right into their hands. who exactly 'they' are even he isn't sure, but they're out there. probably not a big surprise that he's more than a little paranoid and suspicious. after all, if other countries are nice to him they must want his north sea oil territories. or his... other things? although probably his oil, there's not really much he can offer apart from... well, the aforementioned golf courses.
not to say he doesn't have his few - very few - good points. he's good fun when he's in a good mood, which, admittedly, isn't terribly often; definitely he's a 'paint the town red' type, and when it comes to having someone's back he's usually pretty good for it. after all, he worked his arse off for the war effort in the forties - largely thanklessly and taking an awful lot of crap from germany for doing so - and if pressed to defend something he'll probably rather die than give up. sort of like an enraged mongoose, but not even that frightening. he does quite like making friends, even if it just ends up being someone he can mooch off.
the thing is, though, he gets... well, lonely, inbetween bouts of the old ultraviolence and trying to get laid. and that can lead to him being clingy, almost ridiculously so, especially because he has a tendency to get so dependent on others. well, given all his history, all that he has to boast about in his past, he's nothing remotely as great as he was in the glory days, and he often feels quite... inadequate.
INTERESTS,
• football and rugby - practically the national sports, to be honest. particularly football is a serious matter, and he maintains a passionate love of it despite being... well, not very good at it. rugby is generally just a point of pride, being something that he can occasionally win at.
• drinking - well, not really much else you can expect from one of the highest per capita rates of alcohol consumption in europe. binge drinking, especially on a night out, is... well, something of a time-honoured tradition for him.
• flirting - and more. much more. he'll hit on, well, pretty much anyone, and generally he won't stop until it comes to either fruition or a slap in the face. unfortunately, his efforts generally result in the latter.
• finance? - no, really. since giving up his focus on engineering and industry, he's really taken to economics. he was something of a banking pioneer, after all, and the ins and outs of the financial sector genuinely do interest him. he tends to stay out of overseas business now, however, after that incident where he got called 'a dark land overrun with homosexuals'.
• parkour - maybe a little left-field at first, but it's something that's hit edinburgh pretty hard and he respects the whole 'getting places really fast in a straight line' philosophy of the discipline. that and it's pretty good for showing off.
TALENTS,
• conflict - yes, he'd say he's turned it into an art form. he's defined by his ability to relentlessly bug nations much larger than himself, after all, and his own military regiment is comprised of some of the most accomplished batallions in the history of the british army. his motto's not 'nobody attacks me with impunity' for nothing, y'know. he's definitely got a brilliant tactical mind that he relentlessly abuses in order to better annoy people.
• boxing - specifically the bare-knuckle, unregulated kind. after all, in his eyes there's something incredibly cathartic about just reciprocal beating the shit out of one another between gentlemen. he's fast and he hits hard, and coupled with his reckless disregard for his own health it makes him pretty damn good at knock-down drag-out fights.
• engineering - he likes ships, specifically, but he's an intelligent bloke when he needs to be and if he puts his mind to it he can produce marvels of structural design and technical engineering. he's particularly fond of the grangemouth oil refinery and the falkirk wheel. and the whole of aberdeen.
004. the endFACE CLAIM,
haine rammsteiner of dogs: bullets and carnage.
ALIAS,
etoile
CHARACTERS,
nobody as of yet.
HOW YOU FOUND US,
following pidge as i invariably do.
