Post by Deutschland on Sept 14, 2011 10:52:33 GMT -8
[PLEASE DELETE POST BY IGGY AND THE POST WITH JUST HIS DEATH THANK YOU]
Name: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Country of Origin: Germany
Gender Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'3
Weight: 179
Appearance: Ludwig is often referred to as 'a pro-wrestler in the making' or, as his brother delicately puts it, “a freaking tank”. Not only does he have the body of one; tall, sharp, and about 90 percent muscle, his over-all demeanor of intimidation paved the way to the comparison. Ludwig doesn't like it, but like that stopped anyone [in particular his brother.]
If Ludwig actually smiled a lot, many people would consider the man [especially the ladies] devilishly handsome. He has a strong, broad face, with absolutely the brightest blue eyes. His eyes stand out the most on his face, quite like his brother except his eye colour is normal, and yet, still noticeable. His blond hair is combed back, away from his eyes and forehead. Of course it is the subject to some of his brothers pranks, and sometimes wakes up to find it sticking up straight or in strange angles.
Ludwig has absolutely no desire to dress up, like ever. Only in certain circumstances, like perhaps, his acceptance into the police academy of his choice!, will he ever consider wearing something like a cravat. His normal day-to-day wear consists of a white button up jacket, long black pants, suspenders that he wears over the white jacket and high, but sturdy, military boots. And this is for when he goes out. At home, or on a ship as one may say, he wears just a black tank top and long pants. He doesn't even own a cravat.
Crew member of: Imperial Eagle.
Status: First Mate
Personality: Ludwig may seem like a simple man to others, but he is surprisingly complex; he isn't just an intimidating ball of anger- he is also kind, gentle, and extremely loyal to those he is close to. But let's start at the beginning.
As a child, Ludwig was the kind of kid who rode around on a toy police car and arrested other children when they misbehaved. He had a strong desire to protect his family, Old Fritz and Gilbert, but because of his straight-forwardness and his ambitious attitude towards the law, he had a very difficult time making any friends. He was nowhere near as outgoing and brash as his brother; he was a more calm[ish], quiet, and obedient child. Unless of course, you did something wrong. That was the point where he would turn into his lawful side; loud, annoyingly righteous, and absolutely certain he was always right.
As an adult...not much has changed really. He is more serious than he was before; he cannot tolerate much nonsense, if any at all. Because of his developed muscular appearance, he seems all the more intimidating to others, and it is still a bit difficult for him to connect to other people, but it is possible. He is a good man, loyal, helpful, and would do anything for someone that he loves. Any act of kindness towards him touches him deeply, and he never forgets the small, kind things you do for him. And he will return that kindness in a timely manner of course. He is very polite to strangers, a curtesy and fancy words accomplish more than a small 'hello'. However, to those he is closer to, he may drop the polite words and talk to one with normal, laid back ones. He means it as no insult, but rather that he is comfortable with you. The exception to this is women. He is always polite to them, even if they are close to him. One of his philosophies is to treat the fairer sex with the utmost respect; if one cannot do that then they are nothing but a barbarian. He has countless times tried to teach his brother this, to no avail as of yet.
But as good as a man he is, he is very quick to anger, and in return, very quick to violence. The polite gentleman you once knew can turn into a raving beast in mere seconds, and he tries to stop it, he really does. However, his extreme anger doesn't happen as often as he thinks it does. He has his annoyed anger, his protection anger, and then there is his rage. You are most likely to see the first two, and unfortunately the lesser anger is seen often. Annoyances happen to him all the time, as it would with a brother like his, but that kind of anger is more of a quick insult and a bop on the head. His protection anger usually does result in strong violence, as people he cares about is usually in danger at that point. And because he is usually scowling or glaring, he is often mistaken as a dangerous and scary man.
But Ludwig can make friends. And when he does, he cherishes them forever. He can be childish in a way about them, and selfish. He never wants them to leave, which is also why he is so protective of them. He does respect their wishes if they decide to leave, but he'd probably get drunk and depressed as a result.
But the root of all his anger comes from his strong, German pride. He is proud to a fault, and it costs him. Due to it, he becomes embarrassed easily and therefore more riled. Hurt pride is his downfall, next to losing those he cares about. It is difficult for him to admit he is wrong, which can result in horrible arguments and alienation. He is quick to criticize and correct, and is hell-bent on doing things the right way the first time.
But, despite his flaws, he is a natural leader and a very hard worker. Quick, efficient, and eager to learn, he is well-equipped for any work. It's just that he wants the law kind. He has a certain affinity to dogs because he admires there loyalty. He would like nothing more than a steady job as a police officer, a comfortable home, and a few dogs to keep him company. That is his dream.
History: Ludwig and his brazen brother were raised by Ludwig's hero. His name was Fritz, and in many ways, Ludwig's personality reflected off of his; the desire to do what's right came from the old man and his teachings. It was Fritz who pulled Ludwig to the side, knowing he wouldn't always be around for the boys, and asked him to take care of his brother. Ludwig agreed immediately, and from there on, Ludwig wanted nothing more than to become an instrument of Lady Justice.
The first step was; correcting the corruption in the neighborhood. He purchased his very own toy police car and arrested any kid for spitting, loitering and littering. He got into many fights, and was beaten up a lot, but that did not ever discourage him. The law was needed there, and he would be the one enforcing it.
His brother Gilbert had always been the one who played the robber when they played cops and robbers, and Ludwig was thankful for that. Gilbert made a great criminal and always provided a challenge for the new cop-in-training. Honestly, it was this aspect of their relationship that helped Ludwig not resent the albino, since Ludwig was always the butt of Gilbert's joke, the boy he picked on and pranked, and always the one he tried to corrupt with his nonsense. But despite all of that, Ludwig loved his brother dearly, and can't imagine what it would be like without him. Even if he annoys the ever-loving hell out of the blond.
When they were growing up, the subject of past wars, especially World War II, was taboo for both brothers, but in particular for Ludwig. Fritz had once tried to teach them about the war, but it was such a traumatic experience for the little boy that he was bedridden for a week after the lesson. Fritz nor the boys ever mentioned it again. Beside that incident and a few beatings from the children he arrested, Ludwig lived a normal childhood filled with dreams and ambition.
His teenage years were dedicated to study. He had quickly out-grew his brother in size, which baffled the albino because he couldn't pick on him as easily anymore. He dedicated his school life to extra-curricular activities, such as karate, wrestling, and any sort of class that could train him to further his chance of becoming an officer. He had little time for anything else, like dating and whatnot; not for lack of trying from the ladies, whom some didn't mind the fact that he looked angry all the time. But Ludwig was clueless about that kind of thing, and misinterpreted their intentions. In conclusion, he didn't date in high school.
His life turned for the worst in his young adult years. He lost Fritz to old age, and Gilbert had run away, off to adventure or something. Either that or try to find some peace from losing Fritz. Either way, Ludwig found himself alone. It was tough adjusting, but he was able to concentrate even more on his training, and as a result, the Police Academy of Berlin accepted Ludwig into their ranks. This had been several months since Gilbert had left, and he wished he could tell him, but alas. His first day was coming up, but then, something...unexpected happened. Gilbert came back....and with a certain idea that would change Ludwig's life forever.
How They Died: The sun seemed much colder today for the tall blond German. Actually, the sun had seemed cold for the past few months. It was sad really, as a child Ludwig had loved to relax in the warm sun after a hard days work, and continued to enjoy this in adulthood. It was the simple pleasures that had kept him going through his life. And now that life was about to end with the sun still shining.
World War II had ended. Ludwig, Kiku, and Feliciano were the very few Nations left. A few American soldiers had captured and led them behind a desolate building where Ludwig didn't recognize. It surprised him how little they had fought back. He figured that it would come to this, and he suspected the other two did as well. By the time the soldiers had broken into his home, they had no fight left in them.
The soldiers lined them up; Ludwig in the middle, Kiku to his left, Feliciano to his right. He glanced at Kiku first. The Japanese man showed no fear; very little emotion at all. He still had that determined look in is eye that had many times confused Ludwig, as it was still hard to tell what Kiku was thinking. He wished he had more time to get to know him better. He moved his eyes towards Feliciano. Ah, where to start on this man? His first friend, his comrade; he really was the one closest to Ludwig. They had been through so much together, and god, how he wished he could stay with him. Feliciano was trembling, but he did not cry, nor did he scream. Ludwig fought back his own tears. He wanted to say how proud he was of him. How that he had loved being with him, and even though he was annoying, selfish, and gave him the most painful headaches, he was his best friend. He watched his two friends slowly break as the war had gone on. He had watched them suffer, cry at fallen friends, laugh at silly things because if they didn't they would have killed themselves, and he could say nothing to them when they were about to die. This war had truly shattered them all.
Ludwig remembered when the war first began. He had been so confident, so hopeful to save him and his people from destruction. How his citizens had cheered back then! He remembered the bloody battles, watching in horror as his fellow soldiers fell, and how it felt so wonderful and so wrong when he shot down his enemy. He remembered his Supervisor, and how he had looked up to him. Now he only left a painful and sick feeling in his stomach.
He remembered the death camps, and how they were kept secret from him for many years. The smell. The screams. The charred bodies of millions of men, women, and children. The survivors, who were so damned thin you could wrap your arms around them twice if you tried. He remembered vomiting, and running out of that hell as fast as he could. He could hear the distant laughter of his Superior, saying how cowardly he was being. He remembered crying for hours after.
Ludwig had been broken that day.
Why were the nations just as easily scarred and powerless as everyone else?
He remembered when his brother, Gilbert was killed. He couldn't even cry; there was nothing left to cry out. Ludwig at that point was an empty shell of a German, nothing more. He remembered wanting to jump in Gilberts' grave to rot and be at peace beside his brother. The only reason he didn't was because Feliciano begged him not to.
The rest of the war was nothing more than a blur for Ludwig. He couldn't bear it any longer. It was relief to hear that his Superior had committed suicide. But that meant that the rest of the world was denied their right of killing the bastard themselves. And they gravely needed justice.
Ludwig glanced up to look at the faces of their soon-to-be killers. He could no longer remember why he was supposed to hate them so much. He still believed that Germans were pure in blood, but he could not recall exactly why they had wanted them dead for so long. It hurt to realize it didn't even matter anymore.
The soldiers raised their guns. It seemed pathetic and sad that he should die behind some random building he didn't know, not in his uniform, a dirty rag shoved in his mouth, with a meager can of beans in his stomach. But at least, he thought, I can die alongside my brothers. My brothers whom I laughed with together, cried together, shed blood together, and now died together. That at least, was all the comfort he needed.
The soldiers fired.
Who is a beastie?: B| Jack Sparrow.
Name: Ludwig Beilschmidt
Country of Origin: Germany
Gender Male
Age: 20
Height: 6'3
Weight: 179
Appearance: Ludwig is often referred to as 'a pro-wrestler in the making' or, as his brother delicately puts it, “a freaking tank”. Not only does he have the body of one; tall, sharp, and about 90 percent muscle, his over-all demeanor of intimidation paved the way to the comparison. Ludwig doesn't like it, but like that stopped anyone [in particular his brother.]
If Ludwig actually smiled a lot, many people would consider the man [especially the ladies] devilishly handsome. He has a strong, broad face, with absolutely the brightest blue eyes. His eyes stand out the most on his face, quite like his brother except his eye colour is normal, and yet, still noticeable. His blond hair is combed back, away from his eyes and forehead. Of course it is the subject to some of his brothers pranks, and sometimes wakes up to find it sticking up straight or in strange angles.
Ludwig has absolutely no desire to dress up, like ever. Only in certain circumstances, like perhaps, his acceptance into the police academy of his choice!, will he ever consider wearing something like a cravat. His normal day-to-day wear consists of a white button up jacket, long black pants, suspenders that he wears over the white jacket and high, but sturdy, military boots. And this is for when he goes out. At home, or on a ship as one may say, he wears just a black tank top and long pants. He doesn't even own a cravat.
Crew member of: Imperial Eagle.
Status: First Mate
Personality: Ludwig may seem like a simple man to others, but he is surprisingly complex; he isn't just an intimidating ball of anger- he is also kind, gentle, and extremely loyal to those he is close to. But let's start at the beginning.
As a child, Ludwig was the kind of kid who rode around on a toy police car and arrested other children when they misbehaved. He had a strong desire to protect his family, Old Fritz and Gilbert, but because of his straight-forwardness and his ambitious attitude towards the law, he had a very difficult time making any friends. He was nowhere near as outgoing and brash as his brother; he was a more calm[ish], quiet, and obedient child. Unless of course, you did something wrong. That was the point where he would turn into his lawful side; loud, annoyingly righteous, and absolutely certain he was always right.
As an adult...not much has changed really. He is more serious than he was before; he cannot tolerate much nonsense, if any at all. Because of his developed muscular appearance, he seems all the more intimidating to others, and it is still a bit difficult for him to connect to other people, but it is possible. He is a good man, loyal, helpful, and would do anything for someone that he loves. Any act of kindness towards him touches him deeply, and he never forgets the small, kind things you do for him. And he will return that kindness in a timely manner of course. He is very polite to strangers, a curtesy and fancy words accomplish more than a small 'hello'. However, to those he is closer to, he may drop the polite words and talk to one with normal, laid back ones. He means it as no insult, but rather that he is comfortable with you. The exception to this is women. He is always polite to them, even if they are close to him. One of his philosophies is to treat the fairer sex with the utmost respect; if one cannot do that then they are nothing but a barbarian. He has countless times tried to teach his brother this, to no avail as of yet.
But as good as a man he is, he is very quick to anger, and in return, very quick to violence. The polite gentleman you once knew can turn into a raving beast in mere seconds, and he tries to stop it, he really does. However, his extreme anger doesn't happen as often as he thinks it does. He has his annoyed anger, his protection anger, and then there is his rage. You are most likely to see the first two, and unfortunately the lesser anger is seen often. Annoyances happen to him all the time, as it would with a brother like his, but that kind of anger is more of a quick insult and a bop on the head. His protection anger usually does result in strong violence, as people he cares about is usually in danger at that point. And because he is usually scowling or glaring, he is often mistaken as a dangerous and scary man.
But Ludwig can make friends. And when he does, he cherishes them forever. He can be childish in a way about them, and selfish. He never wants them to leave, which is also why he is so protective of them. He does respect their wishes if they decide to leave, but he'd probably get drunk and depressed as a result.
But the root of all his anger comes from his strong, German pride. He is proud to a fault, and it costs him. Due to it, he becomes embarrassed easily and therefore more riled. Hurt pride is his downfall, next to losing those he cares about. It is difficult for him to admit he is wrong, which can result in horrible arguments and alienation. He is quick to criticize and correct, and is hell-bent on doing things the right way the first time.
But, despite his flaws, he is a natural leader and a very hard worker. Quick, efficient, and eager to learn, he is well-equipped for any work. It's just that he wants the law kind. He has a certain affinity to dogs because he admires there loyalty. He would like nothing more than a steady job as a police officer, a comfortable home, and a few dogs to keep him company. That is his dream.
History: Ludwig and his brazen brother were raised by Ludwig's hero. His name was Fritz, and in many ways, Ludwig's personality reflected off of his; the desire to do what's right came from the old man and his teachings. It was Fritz who pulled Ludwig to the side, knowing he wouldn't always be around for the boys, and asked him to take care of his brother. Ludwig agreed immediately, and from there on, Ludwig wanted nothing more than to become an instrument of Lady Justice.
The first step was; correcting the corruption in the neighborhood. He purchased his very own toy police car and arrested any kid for spitting, loitering and littering. He got into many fights, and was beaten up a lot, but that did not ever discourage him. The law was needed there, and he would be the one enforcing it.
His brother Gilbert had always been the one who played the robber when they played cops and robbers, and Ludwig was thankful for that. Gilbert made a great criminal and always provided a challenge for the new cop-in-training. Honestly, it was this aspect of their relationship that helped Ludwig not resent the albino, since Ludwig was always the butt of Gilbert's joke, the boy he picked on and pranked, and always the one he tried to corrupt with his nonsense. But despite all of that, Ludwig loved his brother dearly, and can't imagine what it would be like without him. Even if he annoys the ever-loving hell out of the blond.
When they were growing up, the subject of past wars, especially World War II, was taboo for both brothers, but in particular for Ludwig. Fritz had once tried to teach them about the war, but it was such a traumatic experience for the little boy that he was bedridden for a week after the lesson. Fritz nor the boys ever mentioned it again. Beside that incident and a few beatings from the children he arrested, Ludwig lived a normal childhood filled with dreams and ambition.
His teenage years were dedicated to study. He had quickly out-grew his brother in size, which baffled the albino because he couldn't pick on him as easily anymore. He dedicated his school life to extra-curricular activities, such as karate, wrestling, and any sort of class that could train him to further his chance of becoming an officer. He had little time for anything else, like dating and whatnot; not for lack of trying from the ladies, whom some didn't mind the fact that he looked angry all the time. But Ludwig was clueless about that kind of thing, and misinterpreted their intentions. In conclusion, he didn't date in high school.
His life turned for the worst in his young adult years. He lost Fritz to old age, and Gilbert had run away, off to adventure or something. Either that or try to find some peace from losing Fritz. Either way, Ludwig found himself alone. It was tough adjusting, but he was able to concentrate even more on his training, and as a result, the Police Academy of Berlin accepted Ludwig into their ranks. This had been several months since Gilbert had left, and he wished he could tell him, but alas. His first day was coming up, but then, something...unexpected happened. Gilbert came back....and with a certain idea that would change Ludwig's life forever.
How They Died: The sun seemed much colder today for the tall blond German. Actually, the sun had seemed cold for the past few months. It was sad really, as a child Ludwig had loved to relax in the warm sun after a hard days work, and continued to enjoy this in adulthood. It was the simple pleasures that had kept him going through his life. And now that life was about to end with the sun still shining.
World War II had ended. Ludwig, Kiku, and Feliciano were the very few Nations left. A few American soldiers had captured and led them behind a desolate building where Ludwig didn't recognize. It surprised him how little they had fought back. He figured that it would come to this, and he suspected the other two did as well. By the time the soldiers had broken into his home, they had no fight left in them.
The soldiers lined them up; Ludwig in the middle, Kiku to his left, Feliciano to his right. He glanced at Kiku first. The Japanese man showed no fear; very little emotion at all. He still had that determined look in is eye that had many times confused Ludwig, as it was still hard to tell what Kiku was thinking. He wished he had more time to get to know him better. He moved his eyes towards Feliciano. Ah, where to start on this man? His first friend, his comrade; he really was the one closest to Ludwig. They had been through so much together, and god, how he wished he could stay with him. Feliciano was trembling, but he did not cry, nor did he scream. Ludwig fought back his own tears. He wanted to say how proud he was of him. How that he had loved being with him, and even though he was annoying, selfish, and gave him the most painful headaches, he was his best friend. He watched his two friends slowly break as the war had gone on. He had watched them suffer, cry at fallen friends, laugh at silly things because if they didn't they would have killed themselves, and he could say nothing to them when they were about to die. This war had truly shattered them all.
Ludwig remembered when the war first began. He had been so confident, so hopeful to save him and his people from destruction. How his citizens had cheered back then! He remembered the bloody battles, watching in horror as his fellow soldiers fell, and how it felt so wonderful and so wrong when he shot down his enemy. He remembered his Supervisor, and how he had looked up to him. Now he only left a painful and sick feeling in his stomach.
He remembered the death camps, and how they were kept secret from him for many years. The smell. The screams. The charred bodies of millions of men, women, and children. The survivors, who were so damned thin you could wrap your arms around them twice if you tried. He remembered vomiting, and running out of that hell as fast as he could. He could hear the distant laughter of his Superior, saying how cowardly he was being. He remembered crying for hours after.
Ludwig had been broken that day.
Why were the nations just as easily scarred and powerless as everyone else?
He remembered when his brother, Gilbert was killed. He couldn't even cry; there was nothing left to cry out. Ludwig at that point was an empty shell of a German, nothing more. He remembered wanting to jump in Gilberts' grave to rot and be at peace beside his brother. The only reason he didn't was because Feliciano begged him not to.
The rest of the war was nothing more than a blur for Ludwig. He couldn't bear it any longer. It was relief to hear that his Superior had committed suicide. But that meant that the rest of the world was denied their right of killing the bastard themselves. And they gravely needed justice.
Ludwig glanced up to look at the faces of their soon-to-be killers. He could no longer remember why he was supposed to hate them so much. He still believed that Germans were pure in blood, but he could not recall exactly why they had wanted them dead for so long. It hurt to realize it didn't even matter anymore.
The soldiers raised their guns. It seemed pathetic and sad that he should die behind some random building he didn't know, not in his uniform, a dirty rag shoved in his mouth, with a meager can of beans in his stomach. But at least, he thought, I can die alongside my brothers. My brothers whom I laughed with together, cried together, shed blood together, and now died together. That at least, was all the comfort he needed.
The soldiers fired.
Who is a beastie?: B| Jack Sparrow.