Full Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Age: 25
Hometown: Berlin, Germany
Position Set Designer.
Appearance: Standing at 5'9'', the albino German may not be the tallest guy around, but he certainly stands like he is. Due to his genetic mutation, his hair is whitish-gray, borderline silver in some lights, and his eyes are red. His skin is a little too pale to be considered healthy, but you'll never see him go and tan, considering the sun will burn him red as a lobster. And he's way too awesome for spray tans.
There will hardly be a time where you see Gilbert without his usual 'devilish grin' and narrowed eyes. Both his face and body have very angular lines, which he bears pretty well. His body type looks slim most the time, because he usually wears baggy hoodies and cargo pants. But when wearing clothes that show off more of his body, it becomes obvious that he's well-toned.
Personality: The first thing people usually notice when talking to Gilbert is his ego. I'm not saying that he's got the biggest ego in the universe, but it'd be damn hard to beat. His favorite words to describe himself are "Awesome" and "The Best". Anything he does, he'll proclaim that it's his best work, or that no one will be able to top it.
He's very secure about himself and his work. You'll find it hard to make him look down on what he's done or feel depressed about himself. Always an optimist at heart, he'll try to brighten your day too. Just be warned that his way of brightening your day may just be his presence.
He's also shown flashes of being quick-witted and cunning, often during verbal fights or last second adjustments to setting or lighting. Usually it's just reactions, not because he actually thinks things through. Gilbert is also a lighthearted prankster towards his friends and family. Nothing too serious, but be warned about that birthday card you're about to open may spring glitter and tiny cut out birdies towards your face.
Speaking of birdies, you're almost always going to find no matter where he goes, he's snuck his pet along with him. The baby chick, dubbed 'Gilbird', is actually his 7th, or 8th, baby chick. Usually perched in a pocket or hidden in his backpack/book bag until he's sure that people won't mind that Gilbird's around. After that, the little chick will be hopping along his shoulder, on his head, or in the space directly in front of him. He absolutely adores cute things and will coo over them and gets distracted from whatever he was doing. Be it a person, an accessory, or a picture.
Gilbert can be considered 'brash', 'rude', and 'moody', to the point of his employers wonder why they hired him. But he really does pull through when it comes to his work. This is one of the few areas in life he's serious in. Once you give him the main gist of what you want the set to hold, his minds already in motion for what could be utilized. He'll pour his heart and soul into a project, and only lets people use it once he's proclaimed it 'awesome' enough. And try to move anything at your own risk without telling the German first.
There are moments where he isn't feeling so 'awesome' and he tends to shy away from people when this happens. Usually it comes from one too many insults from people around him. While on the outside, he seems to brush them off, there are times where those words bite at his heart. And although he really does hate being alone, he'll insist on doing so once he feels hurt.
History: When Gilbert was still a small child, his parents and Grandfather Frederick decided it would be best for him if he stayed with the single old man. Besides, the old man doted on the young boy and was getting quite lonely since his wife had passed. He would often tell Gilbert stories before bed, epic tales of Heroes past and adventures and battles, everything a young boy would dream of. As Gil got older, he took to calling his Grandpa “Old man Fritz” just as his grandpa took to calling him “Gil”. Always an adventurous old man, Fritz would take him out to parks and play games with him, and would spoil the boy (just a little in his opinion.)
Gilbert stayed with his grandfather nearly his whole life, and he loved his grandfather. There were times where he would just call him dad, because he felt that Fritz deserved it. Of course, his parents visited, and were surprised with each visit of Gilberts growing personality. Fritz didn’t help much with his ego, always telling the boy that he could do whatever he set his mind to, and when he started declaring he was awesome, well…. Fritz agreed.
In school, Gilbert was never the top of his class. But he never failed either. He found that he was much better in arts and crafts than he was in math or science. Often, he would invent his own toys, using glue, paper, and whatever other materials that he could find. He made a sword out of a fallen branch and a shield with rope, his blanket, and more branches. His grandfather encouraged such whims of fancy and would provide more materials, such as newspaper and glue to make paper mache talismans of power.
Of course, at school he was ridiculed quite a bit for his tendency for playing pretend and getting a little too into it. It was at this point he started declaring he was awesome and that if they didn’t want to play, they didn’t have to. But he’d still drag his friends into it every so often, whether they liked it or not.
As he grew older, he slowly gave up his games of pretend and imagination, but instead would write down what he wanted to act out, still crafting items and choosing art-based electives. He actually still writes a lot to this day, but mostly keeps it like a dairy on the shelf. For his eyes only.
One day, an art teacher told him he had an eye for color, and making things work together, after viewing one of his dioramas based off a Viking hall. He took his to heart and decided that was what he was going to do when he grew up.
When Fritz heard this sudden career choice, he was a little tentative. He asked Gilbert what profession needed someone who could do that. Soon after the question, Gilbert looked online for his answer, posting the question onto his blog to see if anyone had answers. One person suggested interior design. Gilbert rejected that. That was a girl’s job.
Another person suggested being a curator at a museum. He thought about it until someone mentioned that people put together the sets models used.
That was it! He was going to be a set designer! Work with awesome models (maybe not as awesome as himself, but... ), get rich and famous, work with people in magazines!
Once he presented the idea to Fritz, the old man laughed and told him if that’s what he wanted to do, then he’d support him. Once Gilbert finished high school, he took a few classes in a German college nearby, learning English first and nabbing a few art degrees in the process. He went to an art college later, graduated, and told his old man he was going to try and make it big where it mattered. America.
Fritz wished him luck, and told him to come visit since he couldn’t. He was getting on in years, and Gilbert felt a little hollow when he did leave home. Fritz is still hanging on, and most of the time Gilbert will video chat with him over the internet on the weekends.
Since coming to America and securing a job in the Axis Modeling Agency, he’s been a busy bee, making sets and doing the best he can as a set designer. He also free lances outside the modeling agency, and often hands his card to models on the set, telling them if they ever want to do set up a private shoot, give him a call.
Other Important Info: He's had many baby chicks for nearly two years now, and when they finally grow up to be regular chickens he keeps them in a special room in his house and takes care of them, letting them outside only when he's watching. Sometimes he sells the adults to families who promise not to eat them. He always sells the chicks, minus the one he keeps, to kids who want a pet. Not always with the parents’ consent, mind you.
Gilbert has oculocutaneous albinism. While he is as healthy as other people, he does have problems with his skins sensitivity to the sun and slightly photosensitivity. Usually during shoots, when the cameras come on, so do his sunglasses. And during outside shoots, he'll usually be keeping his hood up and his sun glasses on. He rather likes the indoors for apparent reasons. He also has slightly eye problems that don't affect his daily life, but he does need reading glasses.
He also has a weak immune system. Not related to his albinism, just malnourishment as a child (which might have also stunted his growth). Due to this, he's usually seen wearing gloves (stylish of course) and has sanitizer in his bag. He hates getting sick, so he tries to prevent it as much a possible by taking vitamins and eating healthy. But he does like beer a little too much...
Speaking of beer, the German has an extreme love of the liquor. You’ll be hard pressed to find his fridge empty of at least one twelve pack. He also likes bar hopping, considered he gets tossed from club to club anyways because of his outrageous behavior when drunk.
Gilbert also has a large dislike for Russians. This actually happened through a bar fight he was once in, where the other man in the brawl happened to be Russian. He knocked out one of Gilberts molars and from then on, he claimed to hate everything Russian.
He also has a blog, which he updates in both German and English now. He mostly just writes daily events and what he thought about them.
Gilbert also has a unique laugh that he'll use when he feels it fits the atmosphere. It goes something like "KESESESESE".
RP Sample: This. Was. Awesome.
Gilbert grinned as he flexed his fingers. He had just woken up from a good night’s sleep with a strange electric feeling running up his spine. At first, he thought he had slept wrong on his side, but this!
This was way better than the sleep-tingles.
He had to find bruder, and show him this awesome new power!
Grabbing Gilbird from her perch (and receiving a panicked cheep before she realized it was Prussia) He rushed out of his bedroom and scoured the house for his little brother.
“Ludwig! LUDWIG. BRUDER! Come check this out, you won’t believe this!”
Upon locating his annoyed looking brother in the office, Gilbert excitedly began explaining as Gilbird found her way to his head and started hopping up and down.
“You’ll never guess what happened this morning! I just became 30% more awesome! My arms felt weird, and I thought it was just you know, waking up on the wrong side. But watch this!”
Rubbing his hands together, Gilbert focused on the way he felt earlier.
“Unleash the awesome~!”
And lo and behold, a giant bucket of Popeye’s chicken appeared. With beer.
“ISN’T THIS GREAT BRUDER!?”
He watched Ludwig facepalm and mutter something under his breath, still grinning wide. "We'll never have to buy beer again! I can make all we can drink! And we have food too! This is the best thing to happen ever!" Gil explained, while picking up one of the beer and going to open it. He stopped dead when he read the labels bold red letters.
BUDWISER."NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"
(( If anyone gets the reference, then I love you forever. ))
OOC Information
Name: I'm going to keep the name that Spain called me. You can call me Awesomesauce or Awesomepants. Variations of Prussia or Gilbert also count.
Timezone: GMT -8
Aim/msn/skype/email: KeyaTehSpazz fer both aim and Skype (but hit me up on skype, I hardly get on aim anymore).
Did you read the rules? Why, silver of course.
Any last words? Kesesesesesese
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