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[gewehrundblut]

Applicant Info

◎ Name: Bird
◎ Journal: gewehrundblut
◎ Contact: gewehrundblut | AIM: preussisch_blau

Character Info

◎ Character's Name: Officially… er, he doesn't really have an official name. Prior names include German Democratic Republic (or East Germany) and Prussia, and it seems most of his peers refer to him as Prussia. He also is known by the name Gilbert Beilschmidt.
◎ Character's Canon: Axis Powers Hetalia
◎ Character's Age: About 900 years old, but appears to be in his mid twenties. About 23-25, probably.
◎ Canon Point: January 2015
◎ Background/History: Prussia on the Hetalia Wiki and a bunch of links to real world Prussian history.
◎ Is the character a hacker and/or do they have a sixth-sense? Nope! He knows how to use a computer, and runs a blog, but he's not technologically inclined.

◎ Personality:

The first thing anyone will notice about Prussia is his ego. Then again, you really can't miss that sort of ego, especially since he doesn't miss a single opportunity to remind everyone how awesome he is. Mostly, he'll sing his own praises, reminding people of what he's accomplished in the past or talking about things he could do now. When he defeats someone, he loves to gloat about it, going so far as to want to have a portrait painted of Austria's defeated face during the War of Austrian Succession. He also teaches Germany strategies he used to defeat Austria… whilst Austria is sitting there, so he can rub it into Austria's face how much better he is.

However, this egotism has led to his downfall, because it blinds him to what's going on around him. Especially when he was younger, he would be so convinced he had won that he would take the time to brag before ensuring his victory, which notably ended once in Lithuania sneaking up on him and defeating him whilst all Prussia's attention was on Poland. As he's grown older, however, he has become somewhat wiser, being able to acknowledge when he might actually be in trouble, such as when Austria allies himself with France and Russia.

Not that he'd ever admit aloud to such things, because his inclination is to then cover it up. Even when he's visibly shocked or nervous, he claims to be excited. This tendency to hide how he really feels extends beyond just fear, but to sadness and depression as well. Even when he's alone, he will hide his feelings, convincing himself that he's simply too awesome for whatever it is that's causing him upset, and that he's way better off the way he is.

Deep down, he's quite insecure. He often feels alone, despite his claims that being together with people is weakness, and needs to be reminded that he has many friends. Though, even when he is reminded, he seems to go quiet, instead of bragging that of course he does. Whenever he does something, he demands praise for it. And don't think time will prevent him from seeking praise; even over a hundred years later he still likes to remind Germany of how he unified the German states into him. Yes, even after all that time. He still wants to hear how awesome he was for doing that.

Around others, he is loud, brash, and can be both rude and crude to the point of creepiness. He doesn't typically stop to consider what others might think of his actions, whether it's simple teasing or tricking someone into revealing a weakness, then exploiting it. Though he has reined it in a little since his youth as the Teutonic Order and Duchy of Prussia, when he once tried to use the cloth that covered his crotch to bandage Hungary (until he discovered Hungary was actually female), he still doesn't think much of how his actions come across to others. He will still stalk Austria to try to humiliate him in front of others, for instance. Even when he's trying to express concern, he goes about it very forcefully, to the point of being extremely annoying. With Prussia, it can take physical violence to get him to settle down.

On the other hand, when he's not being creepy and rude, he can be either very annoying (if you like your peace and quiet) or extremely fun. He can become almost childishly enthusiastic about ideas, and will do his best to convince others to join in his plans. Sometimes this works, other times he needs to adjust his plans to get others to join in. However, he can be fairly charismatic -or, at the least, loud and overbearing enough that people go along with him just to shut him up- when it suits him. For better or for worse, this is not always for the most serious of situations. Prussia is more likely to lay on his 'charm' for fun and games than he is for diplomacy. Not that he can't be forceful in getting what he wants, but it seems he'd almost rather ignore the political side of life and do what he finds enjoyable, such as fighting.

Despite all of these shortcomings, he is at heart a very diligent soldier. Part of this is the fact that he grew up on the battlefield, as the personification of a military order, and much of his history as an actual nation is one of military campaigns. In his heyday during the 1800s, he was a major military power in spite of having little territory or influence, few natural resources, or even an advantageous location on the Continent (as the borders of Prussia were very much political boundaries, with no defining natural borders such as mountains). Because of this, he is a genius tactician, having learned from some of the best military minds of German history, such as Friedrich II and Otto von Bismarck. He's also considered by the other nations to be a very good fighter… and perhaps a bit too eager to get into a fight if he's confident he will win.

Notably, he is said to be very punctual; he is never late for anything and when he commits to something, he is very persistent in following through. Although the best example of this is his journal writing -canonically, he has never missed a single day-, Latvia has also mentioned that he is extremely methodical… Though, the example given was looting. Apparently he checks all the drawers.

He can be serious and hard-working in other matters, although often he'll focus on his own whims instead of what others want him to do. However, when he does put his mind to something, Prussia will do his absolute best at it. The main difficulty with getting him to apply himself to work is that he can become bored very easily. With some external motivation, he can be convinced to stay on task, but lacking that he will often find something else to do instead.

Another notable positive feature of his is his loyalty. Centuries after the death of his beloved king, Friedrich II (or Old Fritz), Prussia still holds him in high regard, to the point where he prays for Fritz to watch over him and his plans. He is also said to be very loyal to his leaders otherwise.

The main thing that should be understood about Prussia is that, at his core, he is a well-trained soldier. Give him direction and reason to follow it, and he will be one of the hardest workers you'll ever have. However, you will have to put up with his abrasive, egotistical personality and poor manners. He likes being praised -expects it, even- and thinks that any accomplishment of his is worthy of being showered with adoration. He's loud-mouthed, somewhat rude, and more than a little self-centered… but he's not actively malicious, and genuinely wants to be liked.

Oh, yeah, and he's awesome, and only ever resolves to be more awesome. Never forget that.

Not that he'll let you.

◎ Powers/Abilities: Unlike most nations, he lacks the increased healing abilities they have, due to the fact that there is no longer a country for him to represent.

However, this doesn't change the fact that he was born as an order of knights and once best described as "an army in possession of a country". He knows a lot about fighting, strategy, and combat tactics. Even if he doesn't get to fight wars any more, he's still a militarist at heart. Otherwise… he really likes fighting. It's one of his favourite things. Best to not give him an excuse to fight, otherwise he'll happily prove that he was once regarded as a great military power for a very good reason.

Although he's weakened by no longer having a people to represent, he's still physically strong, much stronger than you'd expect from a guy of his stature. (As in, 'throw someone through a window with a single shove' strong.)

As far as other skills: He is an expert flautist. He can clean like it's his job. He's a relatively fast learner, picking up the skills to code and create a blog in one day. He's a good teacher -he taught both America and Germany about military tactics-, though his methods can often be described as torture. And he probably has other assorted skills that someone who's been alive for a millenia would know. Like how to cook. How to treat wounds (he was a hospital at one point). Underwater basketweaving. Those sorts of things.

◎ Weapons & Other Special Inventory:
• Clothing:
-What he's wearing (t-shirt, scarf, jeans, sneakers, requisite undergarments)
-an alternate outfit (military uniform as pictured here), to be waiting in his room
• Iron Cross medal
• Cell Phone (complete with every Angry Birds game in existence as of 1 January, 2015)
• A journal (already half-filled)
• 1740 Potsdam Infantry Musket, complete with powder and musket balls enough for 10 shots, to be waiting in his room

CEREALIA-Specific

◎ Element: Fire. He's loud, combative, and brash, would he really be anything else?
◎ Sense: Touch. It's how he interacts with the world, whether it's petting things (birds, bunnies, Italy…), fighting, or pestering Austria… Yep, he can't keep his hands to himself.
◎ Seven Character Traits:
+: awesome, awesome, awesome egotistical, hard-working, outgoing
–: awesome, awesome, awesome militaristic, immature, insecure
±: awesome brazen

Samples

◎ First-Person Sample: Slightly aged test drive meme...

◎ Third-Person Sample:

Tap. Drag. Release.

Tap. Drag. Release.

Tap.

Drag.

"Ah-TCHOO! …huh? Oh, Gottverdammt." Prussia growled as he watched his last bird fly wildly off screen, instead of along his carefully planned trajectory. With a groan, he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling. He turned his phone off, tossed it in the air once, and caught it; all without even looking at it. "Heh, still got it."

Almost unconsciously, he turned his head to look at the trunk sitting at the foot of his bed. He'd been told it would contain whatever else CERES had seen fit to pull out of the code for him. (And, seriously, what was this? The Matrix? Man, he was only gonna go along with this if he got some cool bullet dodging powers. Wouldn't that be cool?)

Honestly, he figured he should probably open it at some point. There was only so much staring at the default décor he could do, and he wasn't really up for figuring out how to redecorate yet. Or he could just explore a bit. He'd heard something about pets? Maybe he could get a cute little rabbit, or a bird. Or an awesome, badass eagle to swoop down and claw out the eyes of his enemies! (Russia was here. Fuck. His. Life.) Oh man, that was a great idea! He'd have to write… it… "Balls. Don't even have a notebook on me."

Not that he couldn't use his phone, but there was just something better about using pen and paper to plan an attack. For one, easier to doodle battle formations on paper. Couldn't do that with Notes, now could you?

Okay, fine. Go out, get notebook and pen, acquire awesome attack pet, figure out interior decorating -couldn't be that hard-, aaaand.

That trunk.

He swung his legs down off of his desk and pushed himself to his feet. Sigh. Rationally, there was no way anything in there could make this any worse. (See: Russia.) In fact, if the whole rumor about weapons being provided were true, it could make things better. (See: Shooting Russia in his stupid face.) So he was just being stupid unawesome lazy? Yeah. Lazy. by not opening the damn thing already.

He certainly wasn't nervous! Prussia laughed to himself at the thought. How ridiculous! The awesome him, cowed by a trunk. What would the world be coming to if that were the case?

Prussia crouched down in front of it and flipped open the latches. Moment of truth in drei, zwei, eins…

Huh. Clothes. Dark blue… wool? Yep, wool. He picked the jacket up and held it to the light. "Huh, haven't worn this in a while. Wonder why they picked it?" Well, that didn't matter. He folded it back up and set it aside, setting the rest of that uniform on top of the coat as he continued to empty the trunk. There was his most recent journal. (No pen, though. Jerks.) His Iron Cross. And then his hand closed around wood and metal.

"Oh yea-" Wait. Wait just one Goddamn second. "…Are they serious?! What is this crap!"

How was he supposed to shoot anything at a safe distance with a musket.

◎ Is your character retaining any previous game memories? No