Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 15:39:18 GMT
Gilbert Parzival Beilschmidt
Male | Twenty-Nine |
German | Heterosexual |
177cm | 81kg |
Pureblood | |
personality
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]Meticulous. It might not be the first word that comes to mind when thinking about this man, but it describes him very well. For those who know him well enough they understand that he likes things in order and moving them even a small amount can often drive him mad. He has a rather set schedule despite seeming lazy much of the time, and he rarely deviates from his usual patterns. Though most of it is flexible to an extent, at the very least writing in his journal daily is something he cannot tolerate missing.
He is also extremely charismatic. Despite any claims to being more of a "lone wolf kinda guy", he is often surrounded by friends and/or family. He's also one to talk about them extensively and usually not when asked. The topics usually consist of his baby brother Ludwig or his wife Chiara. Don't bother trying to interrupt because he'll just start speaking louder to cover up the sound of your voice. Plus, it's very rude to interrupt someone while they're talking. The only time that it is allowed is during class if you're the teacher or training if you're the coach.
Unfortunately, Gil is typically both of those things.
Gil is also drawn to things that are cute, thus resulting in his choice of pygmy owl for his familiar and his utter infatuation with Chiara when he first met her. He'll usually claim she was "cute beyond measure" especially "when she tells [him] shut up and walks away!". This is often followed by a somewhat distant, dreamy look before he says he needs to go find her and remind her how much he loves her. The love is genuine, but so is his interest in cute things even today. He's often more kind toward first-years and as they grow older turns into a "General from Hell's Army".
Yes, when teaching or training for Quidditch- even back in the day when he was team Captain- Gilbert is strict and ruthless. He's always been this way and hates when people cut corners, though without knowing this side of him one might assume he does the same. This assumption could be erased with one look at his pristine office, his level of note-taking, and his handwriting. Gilbert has very neat handwriting, it is often small, and he's even skilled at shorthand for situations when writing everything out may take too long.
There are a lot of things that may be passed up in his personality due to the way he acts, but overall the man is often very intentional in everything he does and is only spontaneous when buying things... usually cute things.
Otherwise, his charismatic personality often lands him in the middle of groups and earns him rather high recognition amongst his peers. He isn't afraid to speak his mind- even if he'll sometimes keep certain personal things to himself- and takes responsibility whenever he feels it is necessary. This led him to believe his Quidditch Team's loss in the Championships was his fault after falling into a coma due to a jinx placed on his broom before the game began.
He has since gotten better about blaming himself, but there are still lingering feelings there. The family and friends that surround him, however, make it easier to think back on those days. He now works as a teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts to strengthen the next generation and also often coaches several Quidditch players- regardless of their team- so they can do their best... and though he would never admit to it, he regularly checks the player's equipment before each game. One can never be too careful.
He is also extremely charismatic. Despite any claims to being more of a "lone wolf kinda guy", he is often surrounded by friends and/or family. He's also one to talk about them extensively and usually not when asked. The topics usually consist of his baby brother Ludwig or his wife Chiara. Don't bother trying to interrupt because he'll just start speaking louder to cover up the sound of your voice. Plus, it's very rude to interrupt someone while they're talking. The only time that it is allowed is during class if you're the teacher or training if you're the coach.
Unfortunately, Gil is typically both of those things.
Gil is also drawn to things that are cute, thus resulting in his choice of pygmy owl for his familiar and his utter infatuation with Chiara when he first met her. He'll usually claim she was "cute beyond measure" especially "when she tells [him] shut up and walks away!". This is often followed by a somewhat distant, dreamy look before he says he needs to go find her and remind her how much he loves her. The love is genuine, but so is his interest in cute things even today. He's often more kind toward first-years and as they grow older turns into a "General from Hell's Army".
Yes, when teaching or training for Quidditch- even back in the day when he was team Captain- Gilbert is strict and ruthless. He's always been this way and hates when people cut corners, though without knowing this side of him one might assume he does the same. This assumption could be erased with one look at his pristine office, his level of note-taking, and his handwriting. Gilbert has very neat handwriting, it is often small, and he's even skilled at shorthand for situations when writing everything out may take too long.
There are a lot of things that may be passed up in his personality due to the way he acts, but overall the man is often very intentional in everything he does and is only spontaneous when buying things... usually cute things.
Otherwise, his charismatic personality often lands him in the middle of groups and earns him rather high recognition amongst his peers. He isn't afraid to speak his mind- even if he'll sometimes keep certain personal things to himself- and takes responsibility whenever he feels it is necessary. This led him to believe his Quidditch Team's loss in the Championships was his fault after falling into a coma due to a jinx placed on his broom before the game began.
He has since gotten better about blaming himself, but there are still lingering feelings there. The family and friends that surround him, however, make it easier to think back on those days. He now works as a teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts to strengthen the next generation and also often coaches several Quidditch players- regardless of their team- so they can do their best... and though he would never admit to it, he regularly checks the player's equipment before each game. One can never be too careful.
history
[attr="class","profileboxscroll"]He was intelligent. He was charismatic. A born leader and heir to the Beilschmidt family business: keeping secrets.
The Beilschmidts have long since been keepers of secrets for the Ministry. They employ various means of keeping these mysteries hidden ranging from protective seals to magical creatures guarding them. Each family member involved must be related by blood and typically does not mention this to anyone outside- even their own spouses. They aren't even aware of what each member holds. The only one who knows each and every secret is the Head of the family...
So to be the heir was a big deal.
Then why give it up?
Gilbert grew up in a strict environment. He's always been the sort to challenge others- and especially himself. He always loved the praise he received for his successes and it seemed like nothing would stand in his way. It was perceived he would go to the Slytherin House, so the upset when he was chosen for Gryffindor shook the family for a long while. There was question about his methods and his focus. Slytherin is a House of ambition. They focus on their goals and achieve greatness through this. Gryffindor is a House whose reach stretches beyond tradition, the initial cause for concern.
However, it was Gilbert's address to his own family that quelled their worries. His confidence in his abilities and his drive to be the best of the best confirmed the initial decision to make Gilbert Beilschmidt the next Head of the Beilschmidt family.
Growing up in Hogwarts was- for the most part- a blast. Despite his typically easy-going attitude, Gilbert was at the top of his class, Captain of his Quidditch team, and those who knew him well would call him a hard worker. He was the guy everyone knew about, which only seemed to water the family’s egos enough to grow into an almost unmanageable and somewhat weed-infested garden. It eventually came to light that several members of the family were not all they were cracked up to be.
Gilbert was only an heir, but his way of doing things and the arrogance it brought the family forced a bit of light to be shed on them… and many unwanted eyes turned to him as a result. Light was being shed into dark places, and there were rumors spreading about the fact that people may start suspecting what the Beilschmidt family business is and seek out the secrets they’ve buried for all these years.
This particular young man, however, was more keen than one might assume. While conflict began to surface within the family, Gilbert took it upon himself to continuously meet with his father and the Head of their family to discuss the family business during holidays. It slowly became evident that there were those amongst the family that were leaking secrets to unidentifiable sources. Actions were quickly taken to… omit them from records, and then slowly make them vanish from the family history.
While this was happening, Gilbert happened to meet a young transfer student. It had been an accident… bumping into her the way he did, but at from that moment on he asked her politely each time they met if she would go to the Yule Ball with him. He put a lot of his focus onto her around this time, and lessened his focus on the issue at hand… He’s still just a kid, after all.
Later into his sixth year he was in an incident… A rival team member was involved, or at least that was the initial assumption.
Gilbert’s broom had been jinxed during a Quidditch match. The broom spiraled out of control and flew out of the arena, soaring over a good stretch of land before Gilbert finally fell off. He landed on a frozen lake, cracking the ice around him. He badly wounded his head in the fall, bleeding out onto ice.
When he awoke briefly he saw others on brooms attempting to pull him off the ice, but the impact had already broken up much of it and they couldn’t attempt to walk on it. Before they could grab him he fell through.
It would be months later that he would wake up. He was on the Hogwarts Infirmary, at first just the concern of moving him too far with his injuries and then when it was discovered that family may have been involved in the incident. He was kept within the safety of Hogwarts where only staff and students could enter.
During his coma- unbeknownst to him- many of his friends visited him. Chiara in particular who would spend much time by his side while idly studying. It wasn’t until he woke up that he knew, though for a long while it couldn’t have mattered less.
For some time Gilbert fell into a deep depression. During his coma he had grown weak, his body no longer felt like his own, he had fallen so behind on his studies, and he also felt the need to take responsibility for his Quidditch team’s loss in the Championship. There were a number of things that he felt could have been avoided had he been even just slightly more vigilant, and neither Chaira, Iain, Donny, or any other friends could pull him from this slump.
At least, so he thought.
However, Chiara consistently visited him in the infirmary despite her grades falling, to which Gil slowly felt more and more obligated to help her. Perhaps it was around this time that he realized just how valuable she was to him.
And it was around this time that he decided along with his father and the Head of their family that he would pass his title of Heir to his younger brother- Ludwig Beilschmidt.
Not out of fear, however. There was much more to it than that, not that he would admit to it. The incident during the Quidditch match remained unsolved and Gil was proposed by the Head of their family to be too weak to continue his training as the Heir. That was the story the Beilschmidt family would stick with.
However, Gilbert remained in touch with their Head and his father, plotting out the day they would aid Ludwig in bettering their family into making them a solid and unmovable force. It would have to be Ludwig, or else those in the family still going against them might continue to pursue Gilbert’s death. A new face brought greater confidence to them, and Gil quickly found himself a position as a Professor at Hogwarts once his brother began to attend.
He guards his own secret now, employing the aid of a guardian beast: a three-headed dog named Beschützer. His secret: the true power of the Beilschmidt family… one that would be used against their own blood to root out the evil within their line.
He was to guard Ludwig Beilschmidt, and he would gladly do so with his life.
The only unfortunate part is the fact that he also owes another his life: his now wife Chiara Beilschmidt. After several years of dating he asked her to marry him, and since then has kept her at his side. Even now she is another professor at the school, at least making it easier to protect those dearest to him.
Now to just wait until he is needed.
The Beilschmidts have long since been keepers of secrets for the Ministry. They employ various means of keeping these mysteries hidden ranging from protective seals to magical creatures guarding them. Each family member involved must be related by blood and typically does not mention this to anyone outside- even their own spouses. They aren't even aware of what each member holds. The only one who knows each and every secret is the Head of the family...
So to be the heir was a big deal.
Then why give it up?
Gilbert grew up in a strict environment. He's always been the sort to challenge others- and especially himself. He always loved the praise he received for his successes and it seemed like nothing would stand in his way. It was perceived he would go to the Slytherin House, so the upset when he was chosen for Gryffindor shook the family for a long while. There was question about his methods and his focus. Slytherin is a House of ambition. They focus on their goals and achieve greatness through this. Gryffindor is a House whose reach stretches beyond tradition, the initial cause for concern.
However, it was Gilbert's address to his own family that quelled their worries. His confidence in his abilities and his drive to be the best of the best confirmed the initial decision to make Gilbert Beilschmidt the next Head of the Beilschmidt family.
Growing up in Hogwarts was- for the most part- a blast. Despite his typically easy-going attitude, Gilbert was at the top of his class, Captain of his Quidditch team, and those who knew him well would call him a hard worker. He was the guy everyone knew about, which only seemed to water the family’s egos enough to grow into an almost unmanageable and somewhat weed-infested garden. It eventually came to light that several members of the family were not all they were cracked up to be.
Gilbert was only an heir, but his way of doing things and the arrogance it brought the family forced a bit of light to be shed on them… and many unwanted eyes turned to him as a result. Light was being shed into dark places, and there were rumors spreading about the fact that people may start suspecting what the Beilschmidt family business is and seek out the secrets they’ve buried for all these years.
This particular young man, however, was more keen than one might assume. While conflict began to surface within the family, Gilbert took it upon himself to continuously meet with his father and the Head of their family to discuss the family business during holidays. It slowly became evident that there were those amongst the family that were leaking secrets to unidentifiable sources. Actions were quickly taken to… omit them from records, and then slowly make them vanish from the family history.
While this was happening, Gilbert happened to meet a young transfer student. It had been an accident… bumping into her the way he did, but at from that moment on he asked her politely each time they met if she would go to the Yule Ball with him. He put a lot of his focus onto her around this time, and lessened his focus on the issue at hand… He’s still just a kid, after all.
Later into his sixth year he was in an incident… A rival team member was involved, or at least that was the initial assumption.
Gilbert’s broom had been jinxed during a Quidditch match. The broom spiraled out of control and flew out of the arena, soaring over a good stretch of land before Gilbert finally fell off. He landed on a frozen lake, cracking the ice around him. He badly wounded his head in the fall, bleeding out onto ice.
When he awoke briefly he saw others on brooms attempting to pull him off the ice, but the impact had already broken up much of it and they couldn’t attempt to walk on it. Before they could grab him he fell through.
It would be months later that he would wake up. He was on the Hogwarts Infirmary, at first just the concern of moving him too far with his injuries and then when it was discovered that family may have been involved in the incident. He was kept within the safety of Hogwarts where only staff and students could enter.
During his coma- unbeknownst to him- many of his friends visited him. Chiara in particular who would spend much time by his side while idly studying. It wasn’t until he woke up that he knew, though for a long while it couldn’t have mattered less.
For some time Gilbert fell into a deep depression. During his coma he had grown weak, his body no longer felt like his own, he had fallen so behind on his studies, and he also felt the need to take responsibility for his Quidditch team’s loss in the Championship. There were a number of things that he felt could have been avoided had he been even just slightly more vigilant, and neither Chaira, Iain, Donny, or any other friends could pull him from this slump.
At least, so he thought.
However, Chiara consistently visited him in the infirmary despite her grades falling, to which Gil slowly felt more and more obligated to help her. Perhaps it was around this time that he realized just how valuable she was to him.
And it was around this time that he decided along with his father and the Head of their family that he would pass his title of Heir to his younger brother- Ludwig Beilschmidt.
Not out of fear, however. There was much more to it than that, not that he would admit to it. The incident during the Quidditch match remained unsolved and Gil was proposed by the Head of their family to be too weak to continue his training as the Heir. That was the story the Beilschmidt family would stick with.
However, Gilbert remained in touch with their Head and his father, plotting out the day they would aid Ludwig in bettering their family into making them a solid and unmovable force. It would have to be Ludwig, or else those in the family still going against them might continue to pursue Gilbert’s death. A new face brought greater confidence to them, and Gil quickly found himself a position as a Professor at Hogwarts once his brother began to attend.
He guards his own secret now, employing the aid of a guardian beast: a three-headed dog named Beschützer. His secret: the true power of the Beilschmidt family… one that would be used against their own blood to root out the evil within their line.
He was to guard Ludwig Beilschmidt, and he would gladly do so with his life.
The only unfortunate part is the fact that he also owes another his life: his now wife Chiara Beilschmidt. After several years of dating he asked her to marry him, and since then has kept her at his side. Even now she is another professor at the school, at least making it easier to protect those dearest to him.
Now to just wait until he is needed.
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[attr="class","profileboxscroll”]How long had he been floating in nothingness? This empty and cold space that consumed his entire body. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t rub his arms to drive away the chills that constantly swept over his body. It was like being wrapped up in ice, and the pain was unbearable… and yet he couldn’t speak. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t cry out for anyone to help him.
He had gone through this many times, but after so long he just learned to wait. There was always a point where he would feel a brief warmth to his cheek. A heat washing over him that soothed every ache he felt. Even his pounding head would ease with the sound of a faint, almost recognizable blur of words spoken to him in such a soft voice. They were one of the few things that kept him from drifting… The rope tightly tied to the dock to keep him at bay. There was no rest from the pain that would inevitably return, but from time to time the storms would cease and he would feel this warmth again.
Were it not for this… he would have long since left, floating away into whatever abyss awaited him.
If God was real then perhaps even he would have scolded him for leaving this feeling behind. He wasn’t sure how to place it, but…
Red eyes fluttered open, pupils dilating at the intrusion of light into his vision. His ears rung loudly like the sudden cancellation of a show as color bars appeared and the tone rose up to drown out everything else. Sudden. Fierce. It was unpleasant and unwanted. He felt hot. Constricted. He wasn’t free like he’d previously been. As the tone faded it was replaced by beeping. Coughing. Unfamiliar voices hurriedly getting louder. Hands on him. Cold. Unwelcome.
He tried to push away at them, but each time his arms could barely rise from where they were. More progress than being completely unable to move, but… something didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel like his arms. It was disturbing. Everything about this was horrible. He wanted to go back to sleep. He wanted to—
”Mr. Beilschmidt, please! Settle down!” A voice finally broke through and he blinked, eyes adjusting to find a nurse hovering above him. ”You’ve been out for some time, now. Please take it easy.” She couldn’t speak calm enough to slow his racing heart.
How long? Hours? Days? Weeks?
The memories of the incident came flooding back. He’d tried to hold on so tight. His broom has suddenly spiraled out of control just as he’d reached for the golden snitch. Everything turned into a blur as the broom raced him out of the arena and over the land. Soon enough his grip loosened.
He tried asking how long, but they only gave him confused expressions.
He tried again. The same response. They all then looked at each other before someone else finally spoke.
”You may have trouble moving around. Your muscles are weak right now. Think of it as like still being half asleep, only… you’ve been asleep for nearly three months.” All eyes turned on the speaker as one reached up from behind to smack him in the head.
Three… months.
Three months.
Since… he’d fallen?
Three.
Every month- save for one- has approximately thirty days.
Times three.
Roughly ninety days.
The Championship was over.
What about school?
What had happened during all this time?
Why hadn’t he woken up?
Who did it?
Did they know?
Was he alone in this?
How did this happen?
What was going on!?
And then there was that warmth in his cheek again. He turned to see wide green eyes staring back at him. Concern and an early onset of fear crept over her expression as she looked back at him.
So that was it.
That was what had kept him from drifting all this time.
She was what kept him from floating away forever.
And for a brief moment… everything was okay.
He had gone through this many times, but after so long he just learned to wait. There was always a point where he would feel a brief warmth to his cheek. A heat washing over him that soothed every ache he felt. Even his pounding head would ease with the sound of a faint, almost recognizable blur of words spoken to him in such a soft voice. They were one of the few things that kept him from drifting… The rope tightly tied to the dock to keep him at bay. There was no rest from the pain that would inevitably return, but from time to time the storms would cease and he would feel this warmth again.
Were it not for this… he would have long since left, floating away into whatever abyss awaited him.
If God was real then perhaps even he would have scolded him for leaving this feeling behind. He wasn’t sure how to place it, but…
Red eyes fluttered open, pupils dilating at the intrusion of light into his vision. His ears rung loudly like the sudden cancellation of a show as color bars appeared and the tone rose up to drown out everything else. Sudden. Fierce. It was unpleasant and unwanted. He felt hot. Constricted. He wasn’t free like he’d previously been. As the tone faded it was replaced by beeping. Coughing. Unfamiliar voices hurriedly getting louder. Hands on him. Cold. Unwelcome.
He tried to push away at them, but each time his arms could barely rise from where they were. More progress than being completely unable to move, but… something didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel like his arms. It was disturbing. Everything about this was horrible. He wanted to go back to sleep. He wanted to—
”Mr. Beilschmidt, please! Settle down!” A voice finally broke through and he blinked, eyes adjusting to find a nurse hovering above him. ”You’ve been out for some time, now. Please take it easy.” She couldn’t speak calm enough to slow his racing heart.
How long? Hours? Days? Weeks?
The memories of the incident came flooding back. He’d tried to hold on so tight. His broom has suddenly spiraled out of control just as he’d reached for the golden snitch. Everything turned into a blur as the broom raced him out of the arena and over the land. Soon enough his grip loosened.
He tried asking how long, but they only gave him confused expressions.
He tried again. The same response. They all then looked at each other before someone else finally spoke.
”You may have trouble moving around. Your muscles are weak right now. Think of it as like still being half asleep, only… you’ve been asleep for nearly three months.” All eyes turned on the speaker as one reached up from behind to smack him in the head.
Three… months.
Three months.
Since… he’d fallen?
Three.
Every month- save for one- has approximately thirty days.
Times three.
Roughly ninety days.
The Championship was over.
What about school?
What had happened during all this time?
Why hadn’t he woken up?
Who did it?
Did they know?
Was he alone in this?
How did this happen?
What was going on!?
And then there was that warmth in his cheek again. He turned to see wide green eyes staring back at him. Concern and an early onset of fear crept over her expression as she looked back at him.
So that was it.
That was what had kept him from drifting all this time.
She was what kept him from floating away forever.
And for a brief moment… everything was okay.
other
Wand | |
Phoenix Feather | Elder Wood |
13.5 | Inflexible |
Strongest Subject | Weakest Subject |
DADA | Potions |
Familiar | Patronus |
Old Pygmy Owl | Lion |
GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT from HETALIA | |
ELI | |
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