This is a modern-day, semi-canon version of England, though he tends to stray a bit more on the serious/grumpy side.
{ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N }
LEGAL NAME: The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland / Arthur Kirkland
NICKNAME[S]: Art, Artie (does not prefer this one)
ETHNICITY: Western European.
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE: Unknown, places it as 23 April | Appears twenty-three, is actually over two thousand.
GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Representative of a nation. Appears human.
PLACE OF BIRTH: An area of south-eastern Britain, probably in the area now known as Kent.
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: He lives primarily in a London flat that he’s owned since before the second World War, though he also still keeps a country estate in Hertfordshire that he escapes to when he needs to get away from humanity for a while.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES:
In no particular order: English, French, Welch, Scots, Gaelic (Irish and Scottish), Angloromani, Cornish, German, Spanish, Hindi; bits of Italian, Russian, Cantonese, Creole, and many other languages from his empire days.
EDUCATION: Self-taught and fully literate.
OCCUPATION: Primarily works as a nation, though on occasion he will take side jobs or volunteer merely as a way to escape from the monotony of government and be among his people. One of his most recent side jobs was teaching swordsmanship to a historical reenactment group.
CRIMINAL RECORD:
Nothing particularly bad in the past few decades since the last World War, as he’s taken his life and work a lot more seriously since then, though he’s apt to end up in jail for public drunkenness and disorderly conduct more often than he’d care to admit.
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes | Yes | Occasionally
LIKE[S]: Beer, rum, football, sailing, pornography, magic, the supernatural, Indian food, frustrating Alfred, reading, writing, drawing, embroidery, knitting, gardening, philosophical discussions, cooking, music, playing his guitar, sarcasm.
DISLIKE[S]: The French, Francis, stupidity, being hungry, disorder, The EU, the Euro, terrorists, being seen as weak, aeroplanes, wastefulness.
PHOBIA[S]: Ligyrophobia, or a fear of loud noises. This is a holdover from the bombings during the Blitz, and a habit that he’s been unable to break himself of. Most of the time he’s okay, but things such as harsh thunderstorms can be enough to send him into a panic attack.
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Arrogant, sarcastic, cold, possessive, and somewhat caustic, but most of the time he attempts to be a gentleman. He’s a lot warmer with those he cares for, but in an awkward way.
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOUR: Dirty blond.
EYE COLOR: Green.
HEIGHT: 175 cm (5’ 9”)
WEIGHT: 10 stone/ 63 kilo/ 140 pounds
TATTOOS: An electric guitar inked in black and emerald green, which is located on the lower left-hand side of his back, and a winding rose vine, which starts at the top portion of his right thigh and climbs up to nearly his armpit, with rather delicately detailed leaves and three blooming roses.
PIERCINGS: Two holes in each ear, tongue, and left nipple, though he hasn’t worn earrings in them in ages and the latter two are probably closed by now.
BODY TYPE: Thin and lanky, almost to the point of being bony. He's never had much luck gaining weight thanks to malnutrition of his youth, and oftentimes the subject can be a bit prickly for him.
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: Wales, Scotland, Ireland, and Northern Ireland.
PARENT[S]: (Possibly)Mother: Ancient Britannia.
CHILDREN: Adopted: His former colonies.
PETS[S]: A cream and rust coloured Scottish Fold cat named Scones. Numerous fae who toe the line between pet and friend.
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual, preference to men.
MARITAL STATUS: Single.
