Gilbert Beilschmidt- Prussia [complete]

[Feliciano Vargas]

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Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Nicknames: Gil, Gilbo, Bertl, Hey You In The Bushes, Shut the F-- UP
Age: 27
Date of Birth: January 18th
Gender:Male
Occupation: History Teacher
Heritage: Dog- White German Shepherd
Seed Rank: Light Seed
Birthplace: Berlin, Germany

Appearance: Even if he didn't tend towards the loud and obnoxious, Gilbert Beilschmidt would stand out in a room; He's tall, pale, and wirey, with silver-blond hair and nearly blood-red eyes that darken with his emotions. That thin build is deceptively strong, neat clothing covering lean muscle and myriad faded scars from a youth full of picking fights and rebellion. He keeps his hair trimmed, though just long enough to have side swept bangs to glare seriously at his students from under. He will occasionally gel it back just to change it up, but it usually doesn't last very long. His work clothes are as well-fitted as he can afford and kept neat, professional button-ups in bright colors and pressed slacks, though he avoids ties when possible. He wears glasses at work both because he thinks they make him look older/more teacher-like and because his eyes are weak and he actually needs the damned things to see his own board. When left to his own devices he'll wear comfortable and casual jeans and a variety of surprisingly nerdy t-shirts, fashionably accented with a hoodie to keep away any chills. He rarely has any occasion to dress up outside of work any more, but there's a few punky and even hipster-ish outfits hiding in his closet for those rare chances to revive his glory days. While he has no qualms about striding around half naked and showing off his awesome muscles and badass scars, most of his outfits are fairly covering to avoid scorching his pale skin when the sun's out.

Distinguishing Features:Bright red eyes and extremely pale coloration, a pronounced ring of teeth-shaped scar-tissue on the top of his shoulder where some fucker bit him and various other faded scars, a line of rings up the shell of his right ear (only one in the lobe while he's at work), 'Julia' tattooed on his ring finger.
Sexual Orientation: Straight! Straight, /totally/ straight! Not even if you had the best ass in the world!

Likes:

• History- especially military history because it's totally awesome and this affects how the future plays out and tells you how things got to be the way they are and how the hell can you think this is boring?
  
• Cute animals- birds are the best, but anything small and fluffy will attract his attention
  
• Computers/The Internet - will spend all his downtime online if he can get away with it, playing games and posting blogs and commenting in forums. His daughter has learned that when dad gets on a wiki-walk or onto tv-tropes she needs to come intervene or make dinner herself, because otherwise she's lost him for the evening.
  
• Praise - nothing gets him to do something he really doesn't want to do like being told he'll get a reward for it. he loves having it affirmed that he's awesome and good at everything, and it's even better if it comes with a hug or a pat on the shoulder. His whole face lights up even with just a 'good job'.
  
• Beer - German is best, of course, but there are some decent ones coming out of america these days. and sometimes britain. why don't they sell beer over the internet?!??!
  
• Snack Cakes- they're full of preservatives and barely even real chocolate and he shoudl hate them, but some days they're his only fuel. Do Not Touch if you value your life
  

Dislikes:

• Russian Stuff -their vodka is acceptable, but everything else is weird and creepy.. gotta admire the way they beat everybody by being too damn cold to fight with though...
  
• Being made fun of - You chicken, McFly??! (anything else that damages his 'image' is right out too)
  
• The cold- he was born in a place that has cold winters and he can survive them well enough but he'd rather be warm if he can get it
  
• Being told what to do- Military School. 'nuff said- however he mostly dislikes being ordered around by people he doesn't respect. if he thinks you're worth it he'll comply happily enough, especially if it gets him praise or attention
  
• I Told You So's - nothing makes him want to kick someone in the teeth like having his mistakes thrown back in his face

Interests/Hobbies:

• Blogging - He used to keep diaries but all that paper builds up quick, plus he likes having conversations with his followers and it brings in a few more dollars from advertisements. Gotta start a college fund somehow.
  
• Flute - he secretly liked lessons as a kid and never quite gave it up, and classical music in general is nice to listen to. Metal is a hundred times better though.
  
• photography - The results are amateur hour at it's best and mostly of his kid and pets, but he will practice and show all of you, dammit!
  
• Fighting - he can't get away with street brawls now that he has a kid and a respectable job, but he gets sparring matches in at the local gym whenever possible to keep himself in shape... and sometimes starts flame wars on anon just for the hell of it.

Aspirations:

• to raise his kid right - he worries that he's gonna mess this kid up worse than he was, and on top of that it's a /girl/.
  
• Finish his book and get it published- well. books. It's not his fault if everything is so interesting and he has a lot of projects. (he won't show the epic fantasy novel in progress to anyone, that's just embarassing.)
  
• Profit - he should know better, but he's very attracted to get rich quick schemes. He'll have All The Money one day, without his family's help.

Fears:

• Not being able to protect his daughter /any future offspring
  
• Losing his job - he doesn't have the most spotless past, for an educator, and someone looking to 'improve' the school could kick him out in a heartbeart
  
• Never finding someone who likes him when they're not both drunk- he's perfectly fine with being alone, but having a partner and a mother for his daughter would be... nice.

Personality: Gilbert has a brash, attention seeking nature and is often much more bark than bite, though it's certainly not a good idea to assume that he's toothless. He's very attached to his reputation, whether it's his current 'respectable' role as the hopefully 'cool' teacher or his former delinquent machismo, he's quick to take offense to anything that doesn't fit his own image. He is amazingly flexible (some would say delusionally so) about fitting discordant features in and twisting them into a positive even if he vehemently argued against the idea of having that trait previously- "it's totally manly to coo over cute things, it makes me a great father! screw you." He will also swear up and down that his spirit form is a wolf, rather than a more common breed of shepherd. it's totally unfair of the universe that heavyweight' dog breeds don't exist, and he would've been one if they did.

Gilbert can be amazingly prideful, self centered and selfish, but if you've made it onto the list of people he cares about ( his pack, more or less, though he prefers to think of himself as the majestic and mysterious lone wolf) he will go above and beyond to protect and please, and loyal to a fault. He'll also do his best to show his good sides to those important loved ones, but you'll know he trusts you when he gives up altogether on that loud outer shell. He doesn't hide his inner dork as well as he thinks he does, and is easily and enthusiastically excited by the things he likes, sometimes to the point of distraction. He's a very smart man but easily stuck on one track, and when that starts to become too difficult or boring he's likely to skip to another groove entirely untill he comes around full circle or is aimed back onto his original course. This absent-mindedness may be due to one too many hits to the head as a teenager. Despite this he's a very hard worker, and is determined to be the best at whatever he tries.

He is very possessive, preferring things that are his to /stay/ his, and has a tendency to den up when stressed. Do Not Touch His: Food, Toys Collector's Items, Diaries Journals, Computer, Daughter. Certain people are allowed into his territory and maybe even share his food, but you are probably not one of them. It's not uncommon to find small stashes of 'luxury' food items (i.e. sweets) in odd places around his home and it's best to leave them alone. If you'd shared a dorm and cafeteria with hundreds of maladjusted teenage boys, you'd be twitchy about personal posessions and food agression too.

As a teacher, he won't tolerate laziness or disrespect in his classroom, drawing on his own experience and charisma to try and inspire his students into working harder as he was inspired by his own mentor.... though he's also known for harsh and unforgiving verbal takedowns. He's not so strict as a father however, doting horribly on his adorable baby girl. He tries very hard to maintain discipline but he's always been weak to cute girls and this one is /his/ so it's hard to say no.

Family:

• Ludwig Beilschmidt (brother)
  
• Hans Beilschmidt (Grandfather germania)*
  
• Julia Beilschmidt-Kirk (Daughter)
  
• Franchezka "Franzi" Beilschmidt (gilbird)

*( i am open to other name suggestions/ other germanic siblings if we get a lud)

Brief History:
There's always one kid in a class, a smart kid who makes dumb choices.
Gilbert Beilschmidt was that kid. His family was well off but strict, and his parents didn't quite know what to do when one of their sons turned out to be this strange, frail little albino. Being paranoid as good parents often are, they attempted to keep their energetic and inside-voice-impaired young boy from any even mildly unsafe activities or acquaintances. This did not sit well with a young gilbert- therefore his 'teen rebellious phase' started early and continued on strong until it landed him at a place even stricter than his own childhood household; A military-style boarding school.
He hated it with a passion, though all it really did was put him alongside other similarly deposed young men, with plenty of well off pupils placed there for a prestigious education to vent their frustrations on. Despite bad food and horrible (in his opinion) teachers- his letters home to his favorite younger brother were the one place he could build an untarnished image and were full of his more 'positive' exploits, some of which were actually true and unexaggerated.
Eventually these letters began to mention more and more often a 'Herr Fritz', a history proffessor that Gilbert /didn't/ think was completely full of shit and who managed to inspire the teenager to maybe do better things with his life than drinking and fighting just to show that he could.

This didn't keep him from actually doing any of the above while still in school, though, and during his freshman year, approximately nine months after the most epic graduation kegger ever he was presented with the results of having his v-card punched; a baby girl with his 'nature' and her eyes and he was damn well going to take care of her or he was going to be personally disemboweled. He was now a 19-year-old more-or-less single father and hopelessly besotted with his baby girl the moment she was put in his arms.

This made it much more difficult to get his degree and the whole 'fight club' thing was right out, but there was no way in hell he was gonna try and raise julia on a high school education's earnings....even if a history degree wasn't that much more salable. On the advice of his former mentor, he went into teaching himself. After all, if he could turn out to be a decent student then maybe he could make a difference to some other young idiots.

OOC

Name/Alias;Liz/Pock
Age; 26
Favorite Pairings; Pru is my fandom bicycle...(No homo)
Do you want to be Cbox, Thread, or Both?:Both
Did you read the rules? When can I see you again?
When can I see you again?
Tell me when
When can I see you again?

It was amazing how fast a world could be turned upside down; a screaming fight with a parent, a quiet conversation with a trusted teacher, even a knock on the door. Gilbert Beilschmidt's night had been calm, more or less, staying in for the night with his new-to-him laptop and a fresh and way too expensive stack of textbooks, perched on sparse furniture in the best run-down student slum apartments his excessively high interest loans could afford him and ready to start his life over again. Until the moment he opened the door to a thin girl with messy blond hair and the handle of an infant carseat looped over her arm, he hadn't realized how accurate that was.
The next 20 minutes were a whirlwind of not-quite shouting and impassioned gestures and on his part a good bit of bug-eyed staring before the tiny girl in the carseat woke up and was dropped blinking into his arms to be quieted. She was still there, her mother long gone into the night to get on with her own life and leaving nothing but an emergency number and a pile of supplies as he stared back at big green eyes and fell more in love, automatically rocking the slight, warm body with quiet awe.

"So. uh. Julia. Julchen. Hi. I'm the last person in the world who should have a brat depending on them, but... uh."
The fuck am I doing.. 'Julia' gurgled, shifting in his arms and going cross-eyed and doing nothing to reassure her doubting father that she even understood who was talking to her.
"I guess we're stuck together and I'm gonna fuck up a lot, but I'll do my best. I don't know if I can do princess dresses and ponies and all that girly sh- stuff." He swallowed against a sudden lump in his throat as she reached vaguely up towards him, the small motion only falling down into nothing. "But I can sure as hell teach you how to break a guy's nose for messing with you, and when you're old enough you're gonna know which beers are total fucking junk... And I'm sorry you'll have to live in such a sh- cra- sucky place until I can get something better. and I'm sure as hell sorry that this is the first time I knew you existed and that all I can do is say sorry, liebeling.

but I'll do my best."
He pulled his daughter closer to his chest, careful to support her as he kissed her forhead and trying to shut down endless worry of fucking up this unexpected complication and gift.
"I promise."

[Reed]

Oh, Gilbert, you would make such a good baby-daddy. I really enjoyed reading this application, because not only does it keep those somewhat-childish characteristics that we love, it opened up an entirely new side to Gilbert relating to the fact that he is a father, rather than just a parent-figure for a much-younger brother. Plus calling Gilbird by something other than Gilbird is just awesome. <3 I am happy to say that Gilbert is now a part of the WD family! So go pretty up your account, make a tracker/plotter, and go begin RPing in the forum and the cbox!